Woman, Dog, and Hickory Tree (1909)

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I don't know if Fred Shapiro wants this or has a variant. I heard that his wife is on the staff of the YALE DICTIONARY OF QUOTATIONS.

OT: Nice work, DOug, on "Pizzazz."

Los Angeles Times (1886-Current File). Los Angeles, Calif.: Jul 29, 1909. p. II4 (1 page):
"A woman, a dog and a hickory tree,
The more you beat them the better they'll be."

The Living age ... / Volume 23, Issue 284: pp. 145-192
p. 156 1 match of 'the more you beat them'

  in: Title: The Living age ... / Volume 23, Issue 284
Publisher: The Living age co. inc. etc. Publication Date: October 27, 1849

A spaniel, a wife, and a walnut tree,
The more you beat them the better they be.
TWISS's _Eldon_, iii. 136.

I've been going through this book at NYU. Gotta type fast before midnight.

by Harry Middleton Hyatt
second and revised edition
memoirs of the Alma Egan Hyatt Foundations
1965 (first edition 1935)

Pg. 631: RHYMES
A woman, a dog, a hickory tree,
The more you beat them,the better they be.

Aunt Jemima ate cake,
Aunt Jemima ate jelly,
Aunt Jemima went home
WIth a pain in her --
Now don't get excited,
And don't be misled,
For Aunt Jemima went home
With a pain in her head.

Pg. 632:
Beefsteak when I'm hungry.
Whiskey when I'm dry,
Money when I'm hard up,
And heaven when I die.

Chink, chink, Chinaman,
itting on  fence,
Trying to make  dollae,
Out of fifteen cents,
Along came a policeman,
And clubbed him on the head,
Chink, chink, Chinaman,
Fell down dead.

Christmas is coming,
Turkeys are fat,
Please put a nickel,
In grandpa's hat.
If you haven'et a nickel,
A penny will do.
If you haven't that,
God bless you.

Pg. 634:
I asked my mother for fifty cents,
To see the elephant jump the fence;
He jumped so high, he touched the sky,
And didn't get back till the fourth of July.

Pg. 636:
I should worry, I should fret,
I should marry a suffregette.

Pg. 638:
I've got a rocket,
In y pocket,
I cannot stop to play.
Away she goes,
I've burnt my toes,
'Tis Independence Day.

Made in the shade,
Stirred with a spade,
Good enough for any old maid.

Pg. 639:
One's company,
Two's a couple,
Three's a crowd.

Pg. 644:
What shall e do?
Spit in our shoe.

What's your name?
John Brown.
Ask me again,
And I'll knock you down.

What's your name?
Pudding and tame.
Ask me again and
I'll tell you the same.
Where do you live?
Down the lane.
What's your number?

What's the news?
The cat has new shoes.

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