Just Folks

A Boost for Modern Methods

          In some respects the old days were perhaps ahead of these,
          Before we got to wanting wealth and costly luxuries;
          Perhaps the world was happier then, I'm not the one to say,
          But when it's zero weather I am glad I live to-day.

          Old-fashioned winters I recall—the winters of my youth—
          I have no great desire for them to-day, I say in truth;
          The frost upon the window panes was beautiful to see,
          But the chill upon that bedroom floor was not a joy to me.

          I do not now recall that it was fun in those days when
          I woke to learn the water pipes were frozen tight "again."
          To win once more the old-time joys, I don't believe I'd care
          To have to sleep, for comfort's sake, dressed in my underwear.

          Old-fashioned winters had their charms, a fact I can't deny,
          But after all I'm really glad that they have wandered by;
          We used to tumble out of bed, like firemen, I declare,
          And grab our clothes and hike down stairs and finish dressing there.

          Yes, brag about those days of old, boast of them as you will,
          I sing the modern methods that have robbed them of their chill;
          I sing the cheery steam pipe and the upstairs snug and warm
          And a spine that's free from shivers as I robe my manly form.