The New Era (Humeston, Iowa) Nov 21, 1894
And from the same newspaper, different year:
Thanksgiving time’s a-comin — 1 in hear the gobble-gobble
Of the turkeys in the barnyard on the farm where I was born.
I kin see the Shangai rooster walkin sort of wibble-wobble,
Makin b’lieve he’s feelin sick and off his feed of yaller corn.
An they’re fixin in the kitchen fer a good old fashioned dinner,
Choppin mince meat by the bushel thetis good fer hungry eyes.
Seedin raisins fer plum puddin fit to save the vilest sinner
If he ever had a mother an she made Thanksgivin pies.
Ah, the mother, she’s a smilin, standin in the doorway, lookin
Down toward the railroad station when she hears the engine toot.
Fer her by is a-comin, and the pies most burn a-cookin,
While her dear old heart’s a-thumpin fer this worthless ole galoot.
Doesn’t ‘pear to matter nohow thet I’m balk and gittin gouty,
Doesn’t seem to make no diff’rence thet I smoke and cuss a bit,
She’s the same ole lovin; mother, never cross and never grouty.
An they’ll be no more Thanksgivin’s boys, when mother hez to quit.
— New York Sun.
The New Era (Humeston, Iowa) Nov 23, 1898