On Saturday
night at our house,
We hurry through our tea,
It isn’t now
the quiet meal that once it used to be.
The family never gather round
the fireside blazing bright,
Like once
they did some years ago, on every Saturday night.
My sister
Sue is all tagged out right in her Sunday best,
And Ma she hurries through the
meal to get us kiddies dressed,
And we are
told to hustle if we intend to go,
And be on time at seven sharp,
for Haskins Movie Show,
At last the
house is quiet and Ma says, “Well they’re away.”
Then she sighs and looks quite
pensive, says, “It’s been a weary day?”
Pa saunters
round the room a spell and then he says quite low,
“Well, what we goin’ to do
tonight, take in a movie show?”
Ma’s face is
wreathed in smiles and she hurries to get dressed,
Says, “She won’t be a minute,”
and she hurries the rest.
It takes
some cash, I’ll tell the world, to keep us on the go,
For Saturday night there’s ten
of us at Haskins Movie Show.
Well
Saturday night it seems to me is different as can be.
Once neighbors called to spend
the eve directly after tea.
They played
some dominos or chess, relaxed from work and care,
But now they never call at all,
because no one is there.
Pa says,
"He thinks Jim Haskins must be a millionaire”,
For every time our family go,
most half the town is there.
I wish we
had a home once more with cheery fires bright,
And neighbors dropping to chat,
with us on Saturday night.
Katherine
Carey-Place 1878-1934
January 21,
1928
Copyright
Roy Richard
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