Image from Shorpy
By ANNE CAMPBELL
She used to go to cooking school
When she was just a little tike,
But never heeded any rule,
It was a class she did not like.
But now, absorbed in recipes,
Attending cooking school once more,
She heeds her teacher and agrees
That cooking is no menial chore.
It is a fine creative art —
This gift of fashioning a cake —
When to the beat of her young heart,
She stirs the batter for love’s sake.
Above the kettle’s humble song,
The cheerful clatter of the tins,
She hears bells ring and down a long
Aisle walks . . . The solemn hour begins!
And firmly her conviction grows,
She can more confidently brook
That sweet adventure if she knows
Herself to be a practiced cook!
Syracuse Herald (Syracuse, New York) Apr 8, 1939