I hated August. August meant Momma would be preparing us for the new school year. That meant we had to going shopping with her. That meant trying on new clothes and new shoes and then ultimately having to get a haircut before school started.
Packs of paper and new notebooks and pencils and scissors and glue went into paper bags with stern instructions to leave them alone since they were for school. Then to top it all off, we had to go with her to register for the new school year and meet the nun that would be teaching our class that year.
God, that was all tough on a kid. All I wanted to do was get in as much freedom and dirt and play time in while I could but what were you gonna do? Escape the inevitable? Nah. Just try to get in as much as you can as the clock starts ticking down.
A cannibal was walking through the jungle and came upon a restaurant operated by a fellow cannibal. Feeling somewhat hungry, he sat down and looked over the menu.
+ Tourist: $5.00
+ Tourist: $5.00
+ Broiled Missionary: $10.00
+ Fried Explorer: $15.00
+ Baked Democrat or Grilled Republican: $100.00
The cannibal called the cook over and asked, “Why such a high price for the Politicians?”
The cook replied, “Have you ever tried to clean one?
The Great Depression of the 1930s may have taken its largest toll on American farmers. The cotton planters and sharecroppers of the South were particularly hard hit as prices plummeted, drought conditions killed yields, and landowners evicted tenant farmers to reduce costs. in 1934, the Southern Tenant Farmers Union was formed in rural Arkansas to promote economic rights for sharecroppers. The union organized a series of protests in 1936 aimed at ensuring fairer wages, more humane working conditions, and decent housing.
In January 1939, sharecroppers in southeastern Missouri walked off their jobs and out of their fields. Evicted or driven from their housing, protesting tenant farmers erected makeshift shacks along the roadsides to make their dissatisfactions known to passersby. Joseph Vorst was working in the southeastern Missouri town of Ste. Genevieve in 1939 and had great sympathy for the struggle of area tenant farmers. But rather than paint the emotion of the occasional acts of violence the uprising led to, in Sharecroppers’ Revolt Vorst depicted its very real outcome. No larger-than-life heroes, Vorst’s tenant farmers are an ordinary family of five who live in a house made of quilts and huddle around a stove for warmth. The long straight road on the right side of the composition may suggest the protest must go the distance if it is to succeed.