$1.00 PER YEAR 
SEPTEMBER 15, 1923 
PUBLISHED WEEKLY 
Wasn’t it pleasant, O brother mine. 
In those old days of the lost sunshine 
Of youth—when the Saturday’s chores were through, 
And the “Sunday’s wood” in the kitchen, too, 
And we went visiting, “me and you, ” 
Out to Old Aunt Mary’s ? 
We cross the pasture, and through the wood 
Where the old gray snag of the poplar stood, 
Where the hammering red-heads hopped awry, 
And the buzzard “raised” in the clearing sky, 
And lolled and circled as we went by, 
Out to Old Aunt Mary’s. 
The jelly — the jam and the marmalade, 
And the cherry and thequince “preserves” she made! 
And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear. 
With cinnamon in ’em and all things rare !— 
And the more we ate was the more to spare. 
Out to Old Aunt Mary’s. 
From James Whitcomb Riley’s “Out to Old Aunt Mary’s” 
