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Poem: “Wail of an Old-timer” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Wail of an Old-timer


Each new invention doubles our worries an’ our troubles,
   These scientific fellows are spoilin’ of our land;
With motor, wire, an’ cable, now’-days we’re scarcely able
   To walk or ride in peace o’ mind, an’ ’tisn’t safe to stand.

It fairly makes me crazy to see how tarnal lazy
   The risin’ generation grows—an’ science is to blame.
With telephones for talkin’, an’ messengers for walkin’,
   Our young men sit an’ loaf an’ smoke, without a blush o’ shame.

An’ then they wer’n’t contented until some one invented
   A sort o’ jerky tape-line clock, to help on wasteful ways.
An’ that infernal ticker spends money fur ’em quicker
   Than any neighbourhood o’ men in good old bygone days.

The risin’ generation is bent so on creation,
   Folks haven’t time to talk or sing or cry or even laugh.
But if you take the notion to want some such emotion,
   They’ve got it all on tap fur you, right in the phonograph.

But now a crazy creature has introduced the feature
   Of artificial weather, I think we’re nearly through.
For when we once go strainin’ to keep it dry or rainin’
   To suit the general public, ’twill bust the world in two,


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