1917

In nineteen seventeen mother and me spent Christmas Eve in Tennessee.
With no children to buy for, or make a fuss;
but the Angels had promised a gift to us.

Fourteen days later that gift came;
We knew not what it would be, so we hadn't a name.
We thought of every thing in the house;
And named him for Doc, called him Faust.

By A.Z. Matthews, December 24, 1917