Description:
Greeting postcard with poem on the front, c. 1910
Caption on front: BATTLE CREEK
Hast ever been to Battle Creek,
The town of warped and crooked streets?
Where Goguac's waters make one sick,
And "end hogs" bar the street car seats?
And where the women (ah, how strange!)
Run out their tongues while making change!
Hast sampled e'er its peanut shells
Deceitfully concealed in cream?
Gasped as its streamlets boomed their smells,
The grieved newcomer's constant theme?
Then there's its chief industry's sign,
Seen everywhere, "Five cents a shine!"
Its sanitarium looms high
Hive huge of many a pallid ghost;
Its scrapping papers seem to lie,
But don't as they each other roast;
Town Peerless for fair flirts and fleas-
Sunday night shows and blind piggeries.
B.C., its initials doth suggest
A burg of the "Before Christ" type;
A sleepy Rip Van Winkle's nest
Where Fogyism smokes his pipe,
And sleeps and dreams, and dreams and sleeps,
And 'mid earth's rushings only creeps.
-Ichabod Bumpkins
(No caption on back.)
Sent to: Miss Rose Werner, 92 Illinois St., City
Sent on: October 9, 1910