The above shape poem, possibly first published in the Detroit Free Press of November 26, 1886, was syndicated or reprinted in a number of newspapers, including the Buffalo Express. November 28, 1889 3 cols 2-3. It varied somewhat in appearance from paper to paper; the image above is cleaned up a little from another edition.
See also "The Thanksgiving Turkey" by H.C. Dodge (1888), another of several of his Thanksgiving poems.
By J. EVELYN.
Oh, have you heard of the best modern way
To make the whole nation know in a day
You've lost your poodle, or want a new place—
One that you know you are fitted to grace?
Now if you don't know, I'll tell you the way;
Advertise your wants, and do it to-day—
('T is a very small charge you'll have to pay,)
And you'll be downhearted and blue no more,
For what you're wanting will stop at your door.
Whate'er it may be, from wife to a cat,
Or a good-snap job where you may grow fat,
A pet poll parrot, or a deal in wheat,
Advertise right and 't will drop at your feet.
If you are ambitious (this is no hoax,
For good luck don't often back up to folks;
The public's not coming your way to coax.)
Remember good fortune forever lies
On the routes of those who advertise.
If to your surprise some day you should find
Your mother-in-law gone and you left behind,
Don't pine all away and lose relish for food
Because she has left and your sky is gray hued,
But just advertise, and then sure as fate
You've only with patience and calmness to wait,
When "click" you will hear the snap of the gate,
And whole you're catching your tears in a bowl
Home she will come to the joy of your soul.
Troy Times. August 28, 1907: 7 col 1.
BY E. C. H.
Old Boreas puffs—the snow comes down—
The snow spreads over Grafton town;
The farmer feeds his stock in the stall,
The skater hangs his skates on the wall—
But ducks will quack and roosters crow,
Though deeper and deeper falls the snow,
In Grafton.
The people go in merry mood—
Good times bring coal and stores of food—
Ring out and jingle Grafton bells,
There's joy where sweet contentment dwells,
But ducks will quack and roosters crow,
Though deep and deeper falls the snow,
In Grafton.
Long years ago, in a storm like this,
Dear grandma took her bridal kiss;
And grandpa 'lows his weddin' train
Got stall'd in a thaw and soakin' rain!
But ducks will quack and roosters crow,
Though deep and deeper falls the snow,
In Grafton.
Now, some there be who rant and roar
Because they feel the cold wave sore,
Here's grandpa, too, with mem'ry clear;
"It wasn't so cold in forty year!"
But ducks will quack and roosters crow,
Though deep and deeper falls the snow,
In Grafton.
But, bless you, man, and woman, too,
The weather's worked by a hand that's true.
And scold or laugh, or say as we may,
The winter's here and has come to stay,
But ducks will quack and roosters crow,
Though deep and deeper falls the snow,
In Grafton.
Troy Daily Times. March 11, 1893: 6 col 1.