The following is a poem found amongst

the historical files of Ruste Rustad

Author unknown

 

ODE TO THE NORTH
with apologies to Longfellow and acknowledgment to the Franssens.

 

In the old Red River Valley,

Near the muddy, rusty River

There's a town by name of Humboldt

Little town, quite far from St. Cloud

Up, far up into the Northland

Where people are dirt farmers

Strong and handsome sidewalk farmers.

Farm one farm and then another

Farms the whole dam country round them

Rent the land by sections even

When we farm only 100 acres.

 

Much the things they do there different

All use tractors 'stead of horses

Trucks and trailors 'stead of wagons

People there are great on motors,

All got cars and big machineries

Packards, Plymouths, Dodges, Chevies

Buicks, Fords what got the shimmies

Deering, Farmalls,Allis Chalmers.

Bradley, Deere John and Missus Harris

All own combines, lusty swathers,

but they don't have cultivators

Cause they don't grow corn way up there.

 

In the springtime comes the rainstorms

Rains and rains & comes the gumbo

Slippery, slimey, black and dirty

Charlie scrapers and calls it cowshit

Cause its all so smooth and stickey

Trucks get stuck 'must be pulled out

By the fat man's caterpiller

Gumbo gets tracked in the houses

Housewives have to clean and scrub them

But they do these little labors

Think not much of little labors

Glad to live up in the Northland.

 

Up from St. Cloud comes the girlies

Stay to sport away vacation

With Aunt Pearl and Uncle Ollie

Tear around with neighbor laddies,

Goes to shows with Wimp & Gordy

Vamps around & goes to Bronson

Have themselves a plenty good time

Play the checkers & the ping pong

Drink the root beer and eats the popcorn

Rides in trucks and on the combine

Drive Joe Diamond's Master Chevie

And with his beloved , Jerry.

 

In the town there is the people

Leonard, Herb and Lawrence Diamond

Big B'S ers, and them 3 fellows

Like to tease and tell big stories

All in fun does Ikey do it

Him the Cop-the chief of police

Him the fire sargeant also

But not the Mayor - Him is Tom Brown

Squirty little duck, the mayor

All for work and money getter.

 

Bumped his head on Bud's truck mirror

Wondered what the hell had happened

Looked around and pulled his whiskers

Bud and Donnie blowed a tire

Knocked the cap from Uncle Bud off

Blew the cigarette from his mouth out

Donnie Brown rolled over backwards

Laughed and laughed and rubbed his stomach

Him the kid that can fry burgers

Juicy, greasy hot hamburgers

He displayed his art one winter

At Aunt Pearl's & Bud's Household

 

Also for Tom works Sylvester

Fat & happy Slim Sylvester

Went with teacher from the "Hoe Schule"

Drives himself a pretty chevie

Scoots around with old shell gas truck

Round town and in the country

Bringing gases to the farmers

Much he teases little Mary

Also Pete and sassy Jerry

 

In the town is Mama Irving

Runs a store with Pappa Irving

(Him a fogie, her a fidget)

Handles stuff from food to hardware

Groceries, hairpins, combs & dust pans

Brooms & brushes, handkies, clothes pins

Diapers, buttons, shoes & stockings

Cough drops, meat and under clothing

Salt and sugar, ladies panties

Slips, braziers, and even nectar

Hats and hardwear, candy, aprons,

From this stuff she makes her money

 

Other store is owned by Florence

Sells as much as Mrs. Irving

Employs more folks than Mrs. Irving

Works in store is Jonnie Easter

Maymie Jury and Ruth McEwen

Talking much and selling little

Back in store is the Post Office

Where they sell the stamps and postcards.

 

On the corner is the restraunt

Edith, Andy own the eat shop

Sell the beer, the pop & candy

Make the lunches fine and dandy

Sell the gum, the coco cola

Make good money buy the Packard

Just before they own the V-8

How you like for making profit

Here they have a nice kkkelodean

Play the recors that are famous

Much the people like these people

They are nice and healthy people

 

Cross the street is Humboldt garage

Owned by Schantz, Bob & Bob

Sell car parts and fix the tractors

Sell gasoline from pumps on the corner

Ollie sits & reads the stories

Keeps the books and darns the stockings

Bob he all the time is busy

Fixing the kick-offs, motors, loaders,

Sells the spark-plugs & the gaskets

Fixs horns, the pistons, tires

Makes the cash & builds a house

For himself & little Ollie

 

Down the street is competition

Called Ben's Standard Service station

Run by Ben and Lottie Matthews

Ben on Sunday wears the apron

Lottie knits and scarves embroiders

Crochets doilies, scarves and runners

Sells them to the many tourists

Those old timers had but two kids

One was Annie, one was Lomas

They are married, have their own kids

Lomas lives right next to parents

Has 2 boys named Deane and Dennis

 

Next to Lomas lives a blowhole

Big and Burly Billie Johnson

Once had rheumatism badly

Now is healthy as a bed bug

Little woman was a Diamond

Pretty, charming Amey Diamond

Had the baby little Gary

Cute and fat the little Gary

No big blow-hole like his daddy

Ride the walker, spill the groceries

Mama say "No, No, dear Gary

Musn't eat the butter darling

Let's go over, see Aunt Marva."

 

Also in the town are preachers

Two big women preachers, mind you

Live alone in buff & white hut

Rent paid by the congregation

Dog they got & chevie also

Go to Cass Lake on vacation

Leave the house alone with chickens

Do their preaching and their teaching

In the white church on the corner

Keep a garden in the meantime

Raise themselves nice red tomatoes

to be swiped by naughty girlies

 

Next in line comes Grandma Matthew

Lives in her nice little teepee

Raises flowers in her garden

Up to snuff she keeps her household

Nice old lady, kind to neighbors.


SIZE=+1>Lives in her nice little teepee

Raises flowers in her garden

Up to snuff she keeps her household

Nice old lady, kind to neighbors.