200:-No'th Ca'lina.
NO'TH CA'LINA
As soon as you get to No'th Ca'lina
The roads and the towns get newah, finah,
The people walk with a brisker step
And even your motor has more pep,
The hookworm's banished, the country has
A lot more energy, pep and jazz,
The Livest Northerner couldn't 'design a,
Livelier State than No'th Ca'lina.
The farms look fatter, the Hamlets ain't
Quite ignorant of the sight of paint,
They're building roads, and they're not content
With sand and clay, but they use cement.
And the schools look good, and the mills are busy
And each inhabitant owns a Lizzie
Or a big twin-six or something finah,
As soon as you get to No'th Ca'lina.
This State's not dreaming of days gone by,
There's a modern glint in each mortal's eye,
And the village belles and, the village beaux
Are as smartly dressed as the erowd which flows
On Gotham's streets. You must give 'em credit,
These folks are fully awake, you said it.
You meet the "Boostah"; you lose the "Whinah,"
As soon as you get to No'th Ca'lina.
-Bertoon Braley.
