While continuing on my journey in to the past with old Pittsburgh newspapers, my attention was directed to the following poem. Enjoy.
I was proud of the distinguished ancestry;
Of lineage I made a fad-
Of course, I only read of them,
Knew not even good or bad.
I thought of how William the Conqueror
Brought the head of my house from France:
Ormonde, the duke, whose name I bear,
Who came to Ireland by chance.
What joy if I could discover
That some forbear of mine
Had bravely fought the Caracen
On the fields of Palestine:
But this is a practical age,
And my children, with look intent,
Say, "Pa, you had better forget it-
It'll never bring you a cent."
Just below the poem is the following which is sure to bring a smile to your face:
She Keeps Tab All Right
"I wonder if your sister realizes, Johnny, that during the last three months I have spent many dollars in sweets on her?"
"I'm sure she does Mr Sweetly; that's why she's not letting on she's engaged to Mr. Bigger."- New York Mail
Source: The Pittsburgh Press, Apr 29, 1912
Old newspapers are such a kick- for a smile, genealogy or even just a glimpse into a long ago way of life.