Jun 1, 2018
βOnly a bit of rich rolled dough fried to a golden hue with a snowy dusting of sugar laid on top,
Round as the circle without an end -- God's love is endless, too! -- Crisp and sweet and soft and warm as home hearts,
A bit of the simple when complex things held men's souls on the rack; One of Yankeeland's own means of turning an enemy back!
With never a question of race or creed just, "Are you a fighting man?"
Shoulder to shoulder they stood out there and the doughnut link between shall never break.β
1918 -- Ode to Doughnuts -- Anna Hamilton Wood, Anthology of Newspaper Verse for 1919 β Photo: 1918, France, American ambulance drivers pretending to make doughnuts. Bucknell University Archives
