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Show THE CLEAN PLATE TALKS (By The II. II. Club) "Jack Sprat could eat no fat His wife could cat no lean. So between them both you see. They licked the platter clean." Oh, boy, does this apply p me h Watty hits nie flt- For I'm as slick and shiny now As dad's new Sunday' hat. You know the gal that runs this house. She knows her stuff she do. There's nothing ever wasted here And I'm tellln you. She knows how much each one eats. And how to make food tasty. Of course she has to plan her meals; You can't do that and be hasty. If the roast is big and there's any left. Next day she makes a stew j That's good enough for any King. Do they like it? I'll say they do. You ought to see our garbage can. It's empty, sad and lonely. The dogs and flies they come no more. They can't understand this bologna. I heard the Missus tell a friend Of her's a while ago; "I'll do nvv bit to win this war. I'll save, I'll knit. I'll sew. And every bit of food I save, Will buy a tond for me. So then our boys w 111 hurry back When they win us Victory." I tell you now I'm mighty proud To live with people here, Who gn without the things they can For this country they hold dear. If you don't believe the things I've said Tliese things I really see. Just step into our kitchen bright Take good look at clean me. |