More from the East Wichita News--1942

April is National Poem month so here is another one from 1942.

A Perfect Day

Grandmother, on a winter's day,

Milked the cows and fed them hay,

Slopped the hogs,saddled the

mule,

And got the children off to school;

Did a washing,mopped the floor,

Washed the windows,and did

some chores;

Cooked a dish of home-dried fruit,

Pressed her husband's Sunday suit,

Swept the parlor, made the bed,

Split some fire wood, and lugged in

enough to fill the kitchen bin;

Cleaned the lamps and put in oil,

Stewed some apples she thought

would spoil;

Churned some butter,baked a cake,

Then exclaimed "For heaven's sake

The calves have got out of the

pen"--

Went out and chased them in

again

Gathered the eggs and locked

the stable,

Back to the house and set the table,

Cooked a supper that was delic-

ious;

And afterwards washed all the

dishes;

Fed the cat and sprinkled the

clothes,

Mended a basketful of hose;

Then opened the organ and began to play

"When you come to the end of a

perfect day"