Posts Tagged ‘Corn’

Shucking Corn

October 24, 2010


Lo! in the east, the harvest moon
Peeps cautious o’er the heaven’s rim,
Half trembling lest she be too soon,
And in the sun’s bold kisses dim.

What sees the moon as she doth roam
This upper world with fairy tread?
She sees the humble harvest home.
The patient toiler making bread.

Before the spacious barn up-piled,
Beholds the heap of yellow corn;
Just as if Ceres, when she smiled,
Has dropped it from her golden horn.

All day the toiling hands have wrought
To rob the hillsides of their store;
All day the creaking wains have brought
Great loads before the barn-house door.

Now laughter loud and carols sound
Adown the green moon-lighted lane;
The darkies all, for miles around,
Haste in to husk the waiting grain.

They fling themselves upon the corn,
And tear apart, with gibe and jest,
The silken robes that do adorn
The ripened beauty of the breast.

Into the barn whose cob-webbed beams
Suggest the plenteous crops of yore,
The corn flows on in steady streams,
And heaps itself upon the floor.

Behold, enthroned upon the heap,
The just that hold the soul of corn!
How every darkey’s heart doth leap
While kissing off the drinking-horn.

Cheered by the draught that tickles brains,
Wild grow the corn songs of the south,
And fast the precious shower rains,
And merry every ample mouth.

The idle youngsters dance around,
Their antics shadowed by the moon;
And Tom, to swell the banjo’s sound,
Strums on it like a frantic loon.

Broad Mirth that almost shuts the eyes,
And draws the mouth from ear to ear,
With Banter ’round the circle flies,
For both are in their kingdom here.

There roaring loud is grinning Jake,
Rejoicing in his station snug;
Who, ever, like a cunning snake,
Keeps inching towards the brandy jug.

Obstrep’rous grows the din and fills
With gleeful sounds the sloping plain;
And watch-dogs, on the distant hills,
Bark as they hear the mad refrain.

Your work is done and you are dry;
Drink, since your thirst has so increased,
And lift the good old master high,
And bear him to the harvest feast.

The corn your deft hands shucked tonight
May pink my lady’s finger tips,
May fill her chastened eyes with light,
And bloom anew upon her lips.

Now, simple, merry souls, adieu;
You’ve had enough of our good cheer;
The moon wades westward thru’ the blue,
And sound the morning chanticleer.

Go, lest an angry master chide
That you have stayed away too long;
Go, while the dew is yet undried,
and wake the woodlands with your song.

— W.T. Dumas
Monticello, Ga.

The Atalanta Constitution (Atlanta, Georgia) Jul 10, 1887

Song of the Texas Corn

September 30, 2010


I was dry and dusty;
I was weak and weary;
Now I’m glad and lusty,
And the earth looks cheery.
Oh, the soaking,
Mirth provoking,
Laughter making rain;
Soft and silky,
Mild and milky
Grows my golden grain.

Listen to the laughter
That my leaves are making,
When the wind comes after
Kisses, softly shaking.
Oh, healthgiving,
Breathing, living,Heaven pouring rain!
Come, caress me,
Kiss me, bless me,
Once and once again!

Let your hearts be singing;
Peal your paeans, peoples;
Set the joy bells ringing
In the lofty steeples.
Praises render
To the sender
Of the joyous rain;
Of the living,
The lifegiving,
Of the precious rain.

— John P. Sjolander in Galveston News.

Edwardsville Intelligencer (Edwardsville, Illinois) Aug 24, 1892

Corn: Better Use It For Fuel Than Make Booze of It

March 17, 2010


Manager Declare Over Supply Should Be Utilized.


Better Use It For Fuel Than Make Booze of It.

The Adel Clay Products company is burning corn in its kilns in making tile and sewer pipes.

H.R. Straight of the company defends it warmly. “No one ever protested on economics grounds against the consumption of millions of bushels of corn annually in the distilleries,” he said today.

“Industrial alcohol is still made from corn and a great deal of this alcohol is burned for various purposes. If industrial alcohol made from corn was burned in a tractor instead of gasoline, surely no one would say it was wrong.”

The government having encouraged the farmer to increase production during the war, the only way to sell the oversupply at a price that it cost to produce it is to encourage the use of corn in other ways than customary, but Mr. Straight is strongly opposed to using it to make alcohol.

“When the farmers,” says Mr. Straight, “can save handling and hauling to market and the hauling of coal home, keep his money in his own community and help to relieve his bankrupting situation, it surely seems to me that it is right to do so. Since everyone in Iowa is indirectly dependent on the farmer, it seems quite evident that anything that any of us can do to decrease the excessive supply will mean money in all of our pockets in the long run.

Other Wastes.

“No one ever severely criticized the farmer for wasting a good percentage of corn fed to hogs on the bare ground instead of on a masonry platform, where it is all saved. Who ever heard of telling the farmer that he was doing an economic wrong by feeding his stock in a cold barn or without adequate shelter and thereby wasting a good part of his feed? If the writers against burning of corn think it is such a sin, why don’t they go after the rats, which eat enough corn, which if burned, would heat hundreds of homes.

“The results were equivalent to that secured from the highest grade of eastern coal and the cost was but very little more. Since it is necessary to use eastern coal, low in sulphur content, to secure thorough vitrification and a uniform color, can any one say that it was economically wrong to use the corn instead?

“The war caused an over production of warships and war materials for peace time needs. No one would criticize the nations for making an agreement to junk a part of hte warships at heavy losses.

A War Condition.

“Along the same general lines, corn was a war material and the over supply is a direct result of the war. Let us use it up to the best advantage so that the new crop, which will shortly be coming on, can be in demand at a price that will help raise us out of the present financial chaos.

“Hard times in the east or in the extreme west had no great effect on Iowa during the depression of 1907 and 1914 because we didn’t have more food products than the balance of the world needed. If we were now short, even 30 per cent of what we have on hand, it is my opinion that we would be getting a living return for the balance.

“I would say don’t encourage the feeding of corn to hogs or we shall shortly have an over production of hogs selling at perhaps 3 cents. As it is now, they are the last straw of hope for the farmer.

“Let us use up the corn in such a way as to save as much as possible of the freight, which is too high, on the corn, and also save the freight on and the cost of coal, both of which are far out of line with the value of farm product.”

The Carroll Herald – Jan 25, 1922

To Return Like a Dog to his Vomit

January 14, 2009


We extract the following very excellent article from the Peoria (Illinois) Register.

‘CROWS, VERSUS ALCOHOL. — Col. E. has one of the best farms on the Illinois river. About one hundred acres of  it are now covered with waving corn. When it first came up in the spring, the crows seemed determined on its entire destruction. When one was killed it seemed as though a dozen came to its funeral. And though the sharp crack of the rifle often drove them away, they always returned with its echo.

The Colonel at length became weary of throwing grass, and resolved on trying the virtue of stones. — He sent to the druggist for a gallon of alcohol, in which he soak a few quarts of corn and scattered it over his field. The black legs came and partook with their usual relish; and as usual they were soon pretty well corned; and such a cooing and cackling, — such a strutting and staggering!

The scene was like — but I will make no invidious comparison — yet it was very much like

When the boys attempted to catch them, they were not a little amused at their staggering gait, and their zigzag course through the air. At length they gained the edge of the woods, and there being joined by a new recruit, which happened to be sober, they united at the top of their voices in haw, haw, hawing and shouting either the praises or the curses of alcohol. — It was difficult to tell which, as they rattled away without rhyme or reason, so very much like —
But the Colonel saved his corn. — As soon as they became sober, they set their faces steadfastly against alcohol. Not another kernal would they touch in his field, lest it should contain the accursed thing, while they went and pulled up the corn of his neighbors. — To return like a dog to his vomit — like  a washed sow to the mire — like – not they. — They have too much respect for their character — black as they are — again to be found drunk.’

Huron Reflector (Norwalk, Ohio) Aug 28, 1838