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Poem
May 6, 1914
Potosi Journal
Potosi, Washington County, Missouri
What is this article about?
A folksy poem praising the comforting, restorative effect of reading the small-town newspaper from one's old home, contrasting it with city life and other reading materials. It highlights local news and community updates that ease worries and brighten moods.
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The Old Home Town.
There's nothin' that does a feller so much good, be he fortunate upon a bad down
As the little country paper from his Old Home Town.
It ain't a thing of beauty and its print ain't always clean.
But it straightens out his temper when a feller's feelin' mean.
It takes the wrinkles f' his face an' bruises of th' town.
That little country paper from his Old Home Town.
Now, I like to read the dailies an' story papers too,
An' at times the yaller novels an' some other trash—Don't you?
But when I want some readin' that'll brush away a frown
I want the little paper from my Old Home Town.
Bout who spent Sunday with who's folks, and how
Crops'll grow, and how it keeps
a feller posted 'bout who's
Up an' who's down, that little
paper from his Old Home Town.
When the evenin's shade is fallin'
at the endin' o' the day,
An' a feller rests from labor,
smokin' at his pipe o' clay.
There's
nothin'
does
him so
much good, be fortunate upon
a bad
down
As the little country paper from
his Old Home Town.
It ain't a thing of beauty and its
print ain't always clean.
But it straightens out his tem-
per when a feller's feelin'
mean.
It takes the wrinkles f' his face
an' bruises of th' town.
That little country paper from
his Old Home Town.
There's nothin' that does a feller so much good, be he fortunate upon a bad down
As the little country paper from his Old Home Town.
It ain't a thing of beauty and its print ain't always clean.
But it straightens out his temper when a feller's feelin' mean.
It takes the wrinkles f' his face an' bruises of th' town.
That little country paper from his Old Home Town.
Now, I like to read the dailies an' story papers too,
An' at times the yaller novels an' some other trash—Don't you?
But when I want some readin' that'll brush away a frown
I want the little paper from my Old Home Town.
Bout who spent Sunday with who's folks, and how
Crops'll grow, and how it keeps
a feller posted 'bout who's
Up an' who's down, that little
paper from his Old Home Town.
When the evenin's shade is fallin'
at the endin' o' the day,
An' a feller rests from labor,
smokin' at his pipe o' clay.
There's
nothin'
does
him so
much good, be fortunate upon
a bad
down
As the little country paper from
his Old Home Town.
It ain't a thing of beauty and its
print ain't always clean.
But it straightens out his tem-
per when a feller's feelin'
mean.
It takes the wrinkles f' his face
an' bruises of th' town.
That little country paper from
his Old Home Town.
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What keywords are associated?
Old Home Town
Country Paper
Nostalgia
Community News
Dialect Verse
Rural Life
Poem Details
Title
The Old Home Town.
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas In Dialect
Key Lines
There's Nothin' That Does A Feller So Much Good, Be He Fortunate Upon A Bad Down
As The Little Country Paper From His Old Home Town.
It Ain't A Thing Of Beauty And Its Print Ain't Always Clean.
But It Straightens Out His Temper When A Feller's Feelin' Mean.
But When I Want Some Readin' That'll Brush Away A Frown
I Want The Little Paper From My Old Home Town.
Bout Who Spent Sunday With Who's Folks, And How
Crops'll Grow, And How It Keeps
A Feller Posted 'Bout Who's
Up An' Who's Down, That Little
Paper From His Old Home Town.