THE STRANGER with Dad in mind.
by J. P. McEvoy
Who’s that stranger Mother, dear?
Look! he knows us, ain’t he queer?”
“Hush my own, don’t talk so wild;
He’s your father, dearest child.”
“He’s my father? no such thing;
Father died away last Spring.”
“Father didn’t die, you dub,
Father joined a golfing club.
But they closed the club, so he
Has no place to go, you see,
No place left for him to roam,
That is why he is coming home.
“Kiss him . . . he won’t bite you, child —
All them golfing guys look wild.
by J.P. McEvoy
People love golf, but sometimes the sport can interfere with family life. Perhaps you have someone who could benefit from this poetic wisdom.
THE STRANGER was published and copyrighted by The Buzza Co., Minneapolis, in 1923. It is a lithograph print with several vignettes that reflect the motto. The artist/illustrator is Lee Mero, the head of the Buzza Company’s art department. His name and distinctive logo are located on the top left-hand side. The frame, motto, and small brass hanger are original and in good vintage condition.
7 3/4” x 10 3/4”
PS: After reading that a doctor advocated golf as a cure for the inmates of insane asylums, McEvoy wrote another golf poem – THERE AIN’T NO CURE FOR GOLF.