Show JUS T JF 0 L K S S By EDGAR A. A GUEST Copyright 1931 by Edgar A. A Guest Ouest THE TilE CARVER I sing of the old old-fasl old fashioned carver who gracefully wielded welded his blade Who sat in his place with a grin on his face and was deaf to the comment we made He had learned every Joint of a chicken a turkey a partridge or goose And he sat there or stood as a gentleman should as he cleverly whittled them loose Oh there was an artist worth watching a master mast r performer was he But the age has grown smart and that glorious art artis artIs is 15 a Joy that no longer we see sec My grandfather taught to my father the knack of dissecting a hen He made him recite where was dark meat and nd light again and again and again He trained him to sharpen n his knife on the steel And to flourish nourish his blade in the air He shouted Alack You do nothing but hack when you ought to be slicing with care a gentleman's boast as he sat at a roast that he skillfully handled Ills his knife And until a boy knew where the tho second Joint grew he wasn't thought ready for life Now they wl whittle the meat in the kitchen and bring it piled up on a plate Be De it roast beef or ham or a turkey or lamb Iamb it is passed in the ready carved state And nobody jests with the caner carver and nobody praises his art There are grown men today who unblushingly say they cant can't get a drum stick sUck apart But something has gone from the dinner however expensive ex ex- pensive its cost That we viewed ith with delight in the age taken laken flight light ere re the fine art of carving was lost |