ISBN: 1231076550

[EAN: 9781231076552], Neubuch, [PU: RareBooksClub], JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY,LITERARY,POETRY, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 38 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This his… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781231076552], Neubuch, [PU: RareBooksClub], JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY,LITERARY,POETRY, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 38 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: . . . his health a bit--Though his business was confinin, he was gittin used to it. And sometimes he would write and ast how was gittin on, And ef I had to pay out much fer hep sence he was gone; And how the hogs was doin, and the balance of the stock, And talk on fer a page er two jes like he used to talk. 1552 HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM And he wrote, along fore harvest, that he guessed he would git home, Fer business would, of course, be dull in town. --But didnt come: --We got a postal later, sayin when they had no trade They filled the time invoicin goods, and that was why he stayed. And then he quit a-writin altogether: Not a word--Exceptin what the neighbers brung whod been to town and heard What store John was clerkin in, and went round to inquire If they could buy their goods there less and sell their produce higher. And so the Summer faded out, and Autumn wore away, And a keener Winter never fetched around Thanks givin-Day! The night before that day of thanks Ill never quite fergit, The wind a-howlin round the house--it makes me creepy yit! And there set me and Mother--me a-twistin at the prongs Of a green scrub-ellum forestick with a vicious pair of tongs, And Mother sayin, David! David! in a undertone, As though she thought that I was thinkin badwords unbeknown. HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM 1553 Ive dressed the turkey, David, fer to-morrow, Mother said, A-tryin to wedge some pleasant subject in my stubborn head, --And the mince-meat Im a-mixin is perfection mighty nigh; And the pound-cake is delicious-rich-- Wholl eat em I-says-I. The cramberries is drippin-sweet, says Mother, runnin on, Ptendin not to hear me;--and somehow I thought of John All the time. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2012, ISBN: 1231076550

[EAN: 9781231076552], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781231076552], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: .his health a bit--Though his business was confinin , he was gittin used to it. And sometimes he would write and ast how / was gittin on, And ef I had to pay out much fer he p sence he was gone; And how the hogs was doin , and the balance of the stock, And talk on fer a page er two jes like he used to talk. 1552 HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM And he wrote, along fore harvest, that he guessed he would git home, Fer business would, of course, be dull in town.--But didn t come: --We got a postal later, sayin when they had no trade They filled the time invoicin goods, and that was why he stayed. And then he quit a-writin altogether: Not a word--Exceptin what the neighbers brung who d been to town and heard What store John was clerkin in, and went round to inquire If they could buy their goods there less and sell their produce higher. And so the Summer faded out, and Autumn wore away, And a keener Winter never fetched around Thanks givin -Day! The night before that day of thanks I ll never quite fergit, The wind a-howlin round the house--it makes me creepy yit! And there set me and Mother--me a-twistin at the prongs Of a green scrub-ellum forestick with a vicious pair of tongs, And Mother sayin , David! David! in a undertone, As though she thought that I was thinkin badwords unbeknown. HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM 1553 I ve dressed the turkey, David, fer to-morrow, Mother said, A-tryin to wedge some pleasant subject in my stubborn head, -- And the mince-meat I m a-mixin is perfection mighty nigh; And the pound-cake is delicious-rich-- Who ll eat em? I-says-I. The cramberries is drippin -sweet, says Mother, runnin on, P tendin not to hear me;-- and somehow I thought of John All the time.<

2012, ISBN: 1231076550

[EAN: 9781231076552], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing … Mehr…

[EAN: 9781231076552], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: .his health a bit--Though his business was confinin , he was gittin used to it. And sometimes he would write and ast how / was gittin on, And ef I had to pay out much fer he p sence he was gone; And how the hogs was doin , and the balance of the stock, And talk on fer a page er two jes like he used to talk. 1552 HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM And he wrote, along fore harvest, that he guessed he would git home, Fer business would, of course, be dull in town.--But didn t come: --We got a postal later, sayin when they had no trade They filled the time invoicin goods, and that was why he stayed. And then he quit a-writin altogether: Not a word--Exceptin what the neighbers brung who d been to town and heard What store John was clerkin in, and went round to inquire If they could buy their goods there less and sell their produce higher. And so the Summer faded out, and Autumn wore away, And a keener Winter never fetched around Thanks givin -Day! The night before that day of thanks I ll never quite fergit, The wind a-howlin round the house--it makes me creepy yit! And there set me and Mother--me a-twistin at the prongs Of a green scrub-ellum forestick with a vicious pair of tongs, And Mother sayin , David! David! in a undertone, As though she thought that I was thinkin badwords unbeknown. HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM 1553 I ve dressed the turkey, David, fer to-morrow, Mother said, A-tryin to wedge some pleasant subject in my stubborn head, -- And the mince-meat I m a-mixin is perfection mighty nigh; And the pound-cake is delicious-rich-- Who ll eat em? I-says-I. The cramberries is drippin -sweet, says Mother, runnin on, P tendin not to hear me;-- and somehow I thought of John All the time.<

2012, ISBN: 1231076550

[EAN: 9781231076552], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing … Mehr…

[EAN: 9781231076552], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: .his health a bit--Though his business was confinin , he was gittin used to it. And sometimes he would write and ast how / was gittin on, And ef I had to pay out much fer he p sence he was gone; And how the hogs was doin , and the balance of the stock, And talk on fer a page er two jes like he used to talk. 1552 HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM And he wrote, along fore harvest, that he guessed he would git home, Fer business would, of course, be dull in town.--But didn t come: --We got a postal later, sayin when they had no trade They filled the time invoicin goods, and that was why he stayed. And then he quit a-writin altogether: Not a word--Exceptin what the neighbers brung who d been to town and heard What store John was clerkin in, and went round to inquire If they could buy their goods there less and sell their produce higher. And so the Summer faded out, and Autumn wore away, And a keener Winter never fetched around Thanks givin -Day! The night before that day of thanks I ll never quite fergit, The wind a-howlin round the house--it makes me creepy yit! And there set me and Mother--me a-twistin at the prongs Of a green scrub-ellum forestick with a vicious pair of tongs, And Mother sayin , David! David! in a undertone, As though she thought that I was thinkin badwords unbeknown. HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM 1553 I ve dressed the turkey, David, fer to-morrow, Mother said, A-tryin to wedge some pleasant subject in my stubborn head, -- And the mince-meat I m a-mixin is perfection mighty nigh; And the pound-cake is delicious-rich-- Who ll eat em? I-says-I. The cramberries is drippin -sweet, says Mother, runnin on, P tendin not to hear me;-- and somehow I thought of John All the time.<

ISBN: 9781231076552

Paperback, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com], Poetry By Individual Poets