This yellowed paper from The Box contained a poem by an unknown member of the family. From the Greta Garbo and Joe E. Brown references it seems safe to guess it is from the 1930's. It has a wonderful bittersweet tone, a paean to lost youth.
I run all day
& sleep all night
Upon my new soft bed
& believe it or not its very true
My mouth is larger than my head
In the Spring a young man’s fancy
Rightly turns to love and beer
& he takes his girl to the picture house
To see the show that’s here
They weep with G Garbo
& laugh at old Joe Brown
& then go home and save their dimes
Until another comes to town
I often long for those happy days
When I was a simple child
& all the men seemed brave and good
& the women fair and mild
But now with all the faults I see
There no such happiness for me
Was this the classroom assignment of a student or the earnest effort of a young man scribbling verses at his old oak desk by candlelight?
Either way, it delights, and reveals more of the qualities that make these vernacular letters so special.