Olive's Journal 06.01.21
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Winding up the Clock | 1902 |

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Annual G.A.R. (Grand Army of the Republic) Convention. Preeminent veterans' organization formed at the close of the Civil War 1865-1900. Membership peaked at 400,000 in 1890. |
His Unlucky Day
Wunst I got mad at maw;
I don't remember why,
But I 'ist walked right off to school
'Thout tellin' her good-by.
A big lump came in my throat
An' purt' near made me cry,
Fer me and maw is awful pals,
An' allus kiss good-by.
An' might' near everything I did
Went wrong, looked like to me;
I stubbed my toe, an' tore my waist,
An' fell an' skinned my knee.
I missed in 'rithmetic, an' lost
A chanst to get up head,
An' in the spellin'-class I left
A letter out of "dead."
An' that ol' lump growed, an' I says,
"S'pose my maw should die
Right now, an' me a-leavin' her
Thout kissin' her good-by."
Gee! That's the longes' mornin'
At I ever spent, I know;
It seemed like more'n fifty years
'Fore it was time to go.
An' never mind what happened
When I seen my maw, but I
'Ist bet I won't go 'way no more
"Thout kissin' her good-by.
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