No more rationing on meat,
No more coupons for the feet.
Gasoline to travel far
We now have for every car.
Soon there’ll be new tires on view
And refrigerators, too,
Toasters, beaters, davenports
All-wool suits, and cotten shorts
Conveniences that never were,
Clerks that warble, “Thank you, SIR!”
Shortages got all the blame
For our woes, but just the same,
Now we’ll have to fight like hell
To keep from buying all they sell!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, September 11, 1945
