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	1904 New Home Treadle Sewing Machine - $285 New Home Serial number 2467334 = 1904 Listed is a link to verify, go to http://www.ismacs.net/nh/dates.html This machine is 104 years old and is in very nice vintage state and has the original everything, machine lift leather strap, round leather drive belt from treadle to machine pulley. Has some unique thread spools and some small stuff in the draw. Button hole attachment i think. I have never attempted to make it sew, that's for the new owner. This is a beautiful cabinet that has one stain on the top left otherwise just normal minimal aging. Ask questions come see. The pictures tell most of the story. Phone 541 726 0722 Wayne or Barb PS have other vintage machines for sale Here is a interesting Poem I ran across while researching this machine New Home Poem by Graham Forsdyke ISMACS News Issue No. 34 I'M GOING to keep these poems coming until someone gets fed up and cries enough. This rhyme, based on the famous epic poem Excelsior, was written for New Home in 1886. The original version told a courageous tale of daring-do of a type loved by Victorians brought up on a diet of burning decks and lighthouse keeper's daughters. The poem runs thus: The shades of night were falling fast, As through Chicago streets there passed A spanking rig, at lightening gait -- Two sewing machines comprised the freight -- New Home. Along the wagon's sides, so gay, In golden letters, as bright as day, Shone out that old familiar name -- The dealers' guide to wealth and fame -- New Home. Behind this wagon, spick and span A lightening-running greyhound ran; With gracious head and slender shanks, And lettered plainly on its flanks, New Home. Oh come, New Home, a maiden cried And linger easy at my side The driver winked and threw a kiss Some other day I will, dear miss. New Home. Beware an old man yelled, beware! Of t'other wagons have a care; Go gently, or you'll get upset, A voice replied, "Well I guess not", New Home. What's this, a bulldog barked so bold; A handsome hound, I'll have him culled The simple hound proved strong as fleet, And chewed him into sausage meat New Home. Silent, their course was onward sped; The road was quickly cleared ahead. And growling drivers gave the pass, Whilst muttering low in smothered wrath: New Home. Some time before the sun went down, The New Home man drove back down town And gaily sang "I've made a mash And sold my two machines for cash"! Hurrah, New Home.