Poem written by Great Uncle Ira Knopp, father David Wilson Knopp, Mother Elizabeth Payne..... b. Aug 8, 1891, Frozen Camp, Jackson Co., WV, d. Sep. 6, 1958 , wife Emma Helen Smithson Kastle Knopp... Hope you like it... this was a while back.. BUY U.S. WAR BONDS AT LEAST 10%, EVERYBODY, EVERY PAYDAY........" ad in newspaper.... 1942, Oct. 30, Newspaper "The Jackson Herlad, Ripley, W.VA" poem by Ira Knopp THE OLD MODEL T In a weed grown corner Out back of the shed. Stood an old battered car, All rusty and red. It's tires were all flat, And the top was in strings; But around that old car, Fond memory clings. From the day that we bought it, All shiney and new; 'Til it ran its last mile, It was faithful and true. It carried us far, Upon business and pleasure, And the service it gave Was ful, Gospel Measure. But like folks, it grew old. With the passing of years; And the day that it stopped, We were all moved to tears. When it rolled from the highway To the spot by the shed, My hand held the wheel 'Til the motor was dead. I sat there and lingered---- Reluctant to leave; 'Til this thought came to me; Why should I grieve? It lived a good life-- It did its work well; It is now free from strife, Let it rest for a spell. So for two years it stands Just a ghost of a car; 'Til comes the demands Of a country at war. Forces are fighting All over the map; When a nation is scrapping That Nation needs "scrap." So the Old Model T Is off to the front; To be born anew For a different stunt. Whatever its mission, When it gets off the shelf; May it go in reverse, From its once peaceful self. If it comes out a bomb, Or a H. E. Shell; May it blow Hirohito Direct to_______(censored) Or, if part of a Tank With fierce, flamming guns, May it wade in the blood Of those Dagoes and Huns. May it deal dire destruction In enemy camps, And come out a Victor, A Champ among Champs; And when the job's finished, No more wars, never-- May it dwell with all Heroes Forever and ever. IRA J. KNOPP, Walker, W. VA.