Coronado Eagle and Journal, Volume XIII, Number 33, 16 December 1924 — ■ -V ■ " ~ REMEMBRANCES [ARTICLE]

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backward, turn backward O time in thy flight. I am as blue As they make ’em tonight, I have been blessed With an appetite rare, Equal to that of . A cinnamon- bear. Now I'm lop sided, Dispeptic and lank, Living on the stuff that Has made me a crank. O, for some gravy Like ma used to make, Pass me the steak, brother, Pass me the steak. When I hark back The smoke house of yore, Loaded with hams from Dad's old pet boar. Think of the pantry And spring house and cellar. Bursting with goodies That tickle your smeller. Now I front up to Some vulcanized meat, Doped and embalmed Till it aint fit to eat. O, for some com bread Hog-jowls and greens, Pass me the beans, brother, Pass me the beans. Once we ate hominy, Finer than silk; Now 'tis corn-stalks With racket-store milk, Stuff that was never Inside of a cow, Made out of white-wash — The devil knows how. I have grown weary Of “crispies” and “flakes” Copywright wafers and Patented cakes. Factory made fodder That ain’t worth a dam, Pass me the ham, brother, ■ Pass me the ham.