The Old Home Paper
Perhaps the old home paper would be scorned by city
folks----
They’d laugh, I suppose, at all our news, the locals, and the jokes.
It has no modern presses and its headlines never shriek;
Instead of coming out each day, it’s issued
once a week.
It doesn’t publish extras----no newsboys are
about,
But there’s a lot of joy in our town
When the old home paper’s out.
It prints most every story of the little neighborhood,
But never plays up gossip, when there’s no much new that’s good.
And if by chance, someone should fail who tried to play the game,
It never thinks it’s just or wise to blast a
person’s name.
It’s kept the pace thru all the years, in spite of strain and stress.
That’s why there’s joy in our town
When the paper’s off the press.