Show I I Something For Everyone BOYACK A. A AIo Ai I b The writer thinks there is nothing more opportune this week than DIGGIN TURNIPS IN THE FALL I Ive I've worked upon the railroad and Ive I've tended country store I Ive I've slumped around a sawmill midst the buzz an slam an roar Ive I've a yoke of oxen to a lank old-fashioned old sled I And Ive I've raked and bound in harvest till I wisht at I was I dead Ive I've helped to run a thresher fore they used the steam- steam horses feller on the scream When the lazy kept a I Ive I've even turned a grindstone but the worst worst and best of all Was the days we froze our fingers diggin turnips in the fall I t. t the up of summer gittin ready for the frost i Which sometimes us as weve we've to our cost Quite a jump from August with the sun a ball To the crisp and chill October diggin turnips in the fall Now and then we lied bed some sunshine when the turnip tops would nod Softly in the autumn breezes with the goldenrod Scattered all along the fences out behind a wall Then the weather geared diggin turnips In the fall Other days was dark and dreary all of nature in a frown With the sleet a cuttin at us and the rain a down With the mud a to us and the sky just like a pall Then the weather diggin turnips in the fall But the weather made no let the days be good or bad All the family hed hod fo Co mosey Bub an Sis an Liam Mam an Dad With a wagon and two bosses and spavined Doll Joltin round a- a dodgin a stone heaps diggin turnips in the fall First the tops lops jest hed to fall before the hoe When you missed the turnip sometimes go your sore toe toeLess toe Less you bed hed a pair on most of us bed hed none at all Barefoot girls an boys was plenty diggie turnips in the fall Next the barrels pulled the turnips dragged em from their summer beds beds Sent em helter hetter with their heels above their heads Then us youngsters bed hed to pick em big or little great or small Every mothers mother's son an daughter diggin turnips in the fall In the lookin where lit wagon humpty never they I Never carin to guess how many more would fill the pit When we lied hed the box a all the lanky team could haul Then we qUI our stiffened fingers diggin turnips in the fall As the last load started homeward wheels a in the ground I IDad Dad a- a adri a dri vin wagon ro in turnip tops strewed allaround all allaround allaround around r T f I Then us youngsters started half a whoop and half bawl bawl bawl- u IT t f uj Lj OJ s 's QS I i. i u l. t I Tickled cause at last wed we'd f finished fished diggin turnips tn inthe the fall r But the work was ot I not all for we bed Tied a heap o 0 fun fun- Whack a feller on the jacket with a turnip top and run Start a game o 0 toss and catch em with a turnip for a ball Soon's Dads Dad's back was turned a minute diggin turnips in inthe inthe inthe the fall Then one year I well remember remember Perkins' Perkins turnip field and ours Jived together tween em cep some rails ralls and grass and flowers Betty Perkins snug an art hansome always bed Tied been ruther shy Since I handed her some posies hoen boen turnips in July cross the stake an an rider how she hung her head Lookin at her what we said But the blushes softly redder than her crimson shawl Meant a weddin shortly after turnip diggin In the fall I Written and copyrighted 1901 by Charles Nelson Johnson |