Reminds of a strange book I saw a number of years ago. Don't recall the title but I believe it dated from 1870/80s and was published by/for a cheese producers association in Ontario - nothing but poems about cheese. I expect Mr. McIntyre's was there.
I'm betting you're right. McIntyre was held in high regard by cheese makers and dairymen - I think because he was forever singing their praises. Hence we have poems like "Lines Read at a Dairymaids' Social, 1887" and "Lines Read at a Dairyman's Supper":
Then let the farmers justly prize The cows for land they fertilize, And let us all with songs and glees Invoke success into the cheese.
Reminds of a strange book I saw a number of years ago. Don't recall the title but I believe it dated from 1870/80s and was published by/for a cheese producers association in Ontario - nothing but poems about cheese. I expect Mr. McIntyre's was there.
ReplyDeleteI'm betting you're right. McIntyre was held in high regard by cheese makers and dairymen - I think because he was forever singing their praises. Hence we have poems like "Lines Read at a Dairymaids' Social, 1887" and "Lines Read at a Dairyman's Supper":
ReplyDeleteThen let the farmers justly prize
The cows for land they fertilize,
And let us all with songs and glees
Invoke success into the cheese.