From the Rock Island Argus, February 5, 1913. By S. E. Kiser. When pa was my age he was glad To do just as they told him He never made his parents sad They never had to scold him. He never, never disobeyed Nor punched his little brother And day and night he always made Things pleasant for his mother. When pa was my age he would clean His shoes when they were muddy. He never thought his folks were mean Because they made him study. He always tried his best to be For goodness celebrated And he was praised by all—but, gee! How pa’s degenerated!