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The Yellow-Covered Almanac

Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1855 (Janesville) – 1919



I left the farm when mother died and changed my place of dwelling
 To daughter Susie’s stylish house right on the city street:
And there was them before I came that sort of scared me, telling
 How I would find the town folks’ ways so difficult to meet;
They said I’d have no comfort in the rustling, fixed-up throng,
 And I’d have to wear stiff collars every weekday, right along.

I find I take to city ways just like a duck to water;
 I like the racket and the noise and never tire of shows;
And there’s no end of comfort in the mansion of my daughter,
 And everything is right at hand and money freely flows;
And hired help is all about, just listenin’ to my call –
 But I miss the yellow almanac off my old kitchen wall.

The house is full of calendars from the attic to the cellar,
 They’re painted in all colours and are fancy like to see,
But in this one in particular I’m not a modern feller,
 And the yellow-covered almanac is good enough for me.
I’m used to it, I’ve seen it round from boyhood to old age,
 And I rather like the jokin’ at the bottom of the page.

I like the way its ‘S’ stood out to show the week’s beginning,
 (In these new-fangled calendars the days seem sort of mixed) ,
And the man upon the cover, though he wa’n’t exactly winnin’,
 With lungs and liver all exposed, still showed how we are fixed;
And the letters and credentials hat was writ to Mr. Ayer
 I’ve often on a rainy day found readin’ pretty fair.

I tried to buy one recently; there wa’n’t none in the city!
 They toted out great calendars, in every shape and style.
I looked at them in cold disdain, and answered ‘em in pity –
 ‘I’d rather have my almanac than all that costly pile.’
And though I take to city life, I’m lonesome after all
 For that old yellow almanac upon my kitchen wall.

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