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About Talent news. (Talent, Or.) 1892-1894 | View Entire Issue (July 15, 1894)
AS SHE COMES DOWN THE MAKING GINGER COOKIES. I LANE. I Along the fields the shadows fall, The sun is hanging low, Ami oji the ivy-mantled wall The soft lights come ami go. A zephyr wafted from above. Drifts o’er the waving grain, My heart goes out to meet my love, As she comes down the lane. I “Saturday morning, no lessons to-day. Hurrah for business, then we can play!’ So merrily say my little girls three. While they’re as busy as busy can la? Making ginger cookies. “1 wo cups of molasses, of butter one, O mamma! isn’t this jolly fun? The ginger and soda we’ll not leave out; W’e must mind closely what we are u- bout Making ginger cookies. I lean upon the moss-grown bars, A r 'long the path she fares. My gracious queen, no blemish mars The coronet she wears. The sceptre in her woman’s hand W ill banish care and pain, For I am Lord of all the land W hen she comes down the lane. “We’ll mix the dough in a nice little lump, And knead it together thumpety thumn, Never allow it to stick to the pan; W’e want to do it just right if we can. Kneading ginger cookies. Soft breezes play about her now, And lift h< r shining hair, 1 he sunset glow is on her brow’, To make her passing fair. Iler beauteous face, her modest mien, To picture them were vain, Ami she is mine, my bonny queen, As she comes down the lane. “W’e roll it so gently this wav, then that. Till it’ s as thin as the rim of vour hat. Then cut them out smoothly, firmly, and true; Remember, no ragged edges will do. Cutting ginger cookies. 9 The daises nod as she goes hv, The wild rose blushes pink, Sweet song-birds round her pathwav fly, And sing the praise they think. She lifts her head, her eves so clear, Smile into mine again; My heart cries out, “God bless you, dear!” As she comes down the lane. - Mail and Express*. Y|Y) JL/ÀÀ* p " • • A A* « “We’ll make for papa a bouncing big one As e’er was seen in the light of the sun: Dear baby Earnest shall have a fat pig: 1 will set him to Ranting jiggety-jig Funny ginger cookies. “Then in a buttered tin, all in a row, Into a ‘piping-hot’ oven they’ll go; Please go back, mamma, and shut up the d< or, Em sure we don’t need your help an\ more Baking ginger cookies.” - G. W. Pcml.tr p V Y nw.u V V 4 ' à A 4 a ’ A * àjaìa J, M 4s • DENTIST, ASHLAND, OREGON. Office o\ri Bank. * OY VYA Yp r » V V 4* A A Al A A A'A x 'A A » , DEALER IN CENTRAL POINT FLOUR AND FEED. TALENT, OREGON