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Show OLD-FASHIONED FLOWERS. I, f er one, hain't over het 'Bout new-fangled things, jist set That down in yer book! I jinks. Ever' half-baked man that thinks Things is better, as a rule, Than they used t' be 's a fool ('Course, friend. I'm exceptin' yew) Tell him that I sed so, tew! More improvement, seems t' me, In things as they used t' be, Flowers in par-tick-i-ler Growed a heap-site purtier Then as now. is my surmise; 1 Land o' livln', close my eyes-See eyes-See them flowers maw set out Je-e-emuny, I wanta shout! Climbin' roses! Lawsey day Runnin' this and thataway. Reechin' out an' smilin' tew, Twistin 'round the heart of yew, Breathin' tender words o' love Underfoot and up above Sweetest things I ever saw Alius 'minded me of maw! Slips from maw's ger-a-nium Growed us out o' house an' hum; Wan'n'ta bare spot, I declare. But maw planted flowers there! Hollybanks an' piny s, tew, Smilin' through the years at yew j Wunder, dew y', that one sings 'Bout the good ol' fashioned things? Whare's yer new-style orchids at? Cyclmuns an' sich as that, 'Side o' these? Why I kin see More rail beauty, seems t' me, In a rose er clover-tops Than in them 'at's growed in shops, Tew take them I'll take the rest! Old-time posies 1 love best! John D. Wells, in Buffalo News. |