How am I to go to press when May is in its prime
And all the thoughts that I possess come tumbling out in rhyme?
How can I throw stones and sticks when callous daily papers
Speak tenderly of politics, assassins, banks, and rapers?
When the day dawns clear and bright even I stop raving
At that idiot’s delight men call daylight saving.
I get up when day is dawning one whole hour sooner Freeze to death for half the morning then get poached at noon-a.
We spend Sundays out of doors in the sweet spring showers
Driving home it always pours; we get stuck for hours.
Father, shining up his gun hums a little tune
If Mary isn’t home by one wedding bells in June.
Time to think of cleaning house; beating out the rugs
Clearing out the cedar chest and chasing all the bugs.
Put the winter clothes away; scrub the hamper walls
Where the moths are wont to play on the camphor balls.
Time to start the yearly fights, talking of vacations
Thinking of those summer nights with our dear relations.
What a way to waste one’s time on a sunny day
Writing down a futile rhyme of the month of May.
We have just enough space left, after that rhythmical effusion which must be blamed entirely on a hideous case of spring fever, to say something thoughtful and sentimental to the mothers of America. This is quite the proper thing to do, as Sunday is Mother’s Day. The whole idea is very beautiful, and we are extremely pleased to note that there are still quite a few mothers left, what with test tubes and other eccentric devices. What is even more gratifying is that most women today do not merely accept motherhood as some sort of necessary burden. Almost every one of them has kept herself intelligently informed of what psychology has done towards making the relationship between mother and child a wholesome sane, and beneficial one. Almost every single one of them is training herself to be a good companion to her children. The woman of today with her many interests is far better qualified for motherhood than the woman of any preceding age.
The Archive of the Jewish Telegraphic Agency includes articles published from 1923 to 2008. Archive stories reflect the journalistic standards and practices of the time they were published.
