What experience has taught me ; an autobiography of Thomas William Burton .. . 1890-91 was spent in the Medical College ofIndiana. The term of 1892 being spent in the 57 58 What Experience Has Taught Me Eclectic College of Physicians and Surgeons,from which I graduated on March 24, 1892. Ihad to partly work my way through the Indian-apolis schools by waiting table, working in lum-ber yard and in private families. Some of thesefamilies certainly made me toe the mark; somuch so that at one place were two girls alsoworking: one did the cooking and the other wasthe nurse; and, of course, I was sec
What experience has taught me ; an autobiography of Thomas William Burton .. . 1890-91 was spent in the Medical College ofIndiana. The term of 1892 being spent in the 57 58 What Experience Has Taught Me Eclectic College of Physicians and Surgeons,from which I graduated on March 24, 1892. Ihad to partly work my way through the Indian-apolis schools by waiting table, working in lum-ber yard and in private families. Some of thesefamilies certainly made me toe the mark; somuch so that at one place were two girls alsoworking: one did the cooking and the other wasthe nurse; and, of course, I was second landladys mother lived with her, and she tookept things moving along with such rapidity thatthe following verses came to me: SERVANTS. I am the second help, While Annie is the cooh;Emma sees after the children. Then the old woman takes a look. She looks to keep us busy—Good deal of that is done—, Then goes back in a paceAs though she Js having fun. She then reports to the young one, To see what she will say;Then it comes for my time To drive them both Back to Refinement Again 59 Down in town we will go, To see the styles that come,Stop an hour a place, Come out, and yet buy none. Patience and spunk a man requiresTo be in a coachman s place; But, if liberty he expects,Must fight to win the race. Physically, or mentally, if required,— If there 3s no other way,—Let them know that you are a man, And that you Jre there to stay. We get very mad and vexed sometimes,And declare, by the way, we will go; But toil on another day,And not a word of it so. The work, the work, I have to do, Both out of doors and in;Go to the barn, hook up old Kate, To drive away gain. I feel as though a slave sometimes, But little joy I see;Just toil on from sun to sun, As busy as a bee. 60 What Experience Has Taught Me And so it goes every day, Going on our feet;But when it conies to the table, We have but little to eat. Such as apples, oranges, and bananas, Those we never see,Onl
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