Show Ju Just J st F Folks 0 II By Edg EdgAr r A. A Guest Painted Hand-Painted China Days Das In the days of long ago every lad lady had bad to know How to paint a bunch of pansies pansies pansies pan- pan sies on each saucer cup and plate And a butter dish where grew no pink rosebud wouldn't do Since the fashion called caned for china most peculiarly or or- or nate I wonder if at all those lost splendors splendors spen- spen dors you recall When the stuff they called painted hand very smartest thing When the plainest gravy boat had carnations at its throat And every dish of spinach wore the violets of spring Plates and cups were edged with gold just as thick as they could hold bold And we stared at purple pansies as we bent to cool our soup Then the crocus used to flash through the steaming corn beef hash bash And beneath the mashed potatoes potatoes potatoes pota pota- toes bloomed a lovely floral group But today nobody spills salt from fields of daffodils And the ham and eggs no longer rest on beds of asphodel Where the greasy pork chops lie not one bl blossom greets the eye Those painted hand days have vanished and I think its it's just as aa well welLi U l- l i |