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 THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
 y
 
 THIRD BOOK 
 VERSE AND TOAST 
 
 and 
 
 CHILDREN'S POEMS 
 
 BY 
 COL. WILLIAM H. ROWE, JR. 
 
 NEW YORK 
 
 THE GARRICK PRESS 
 
 1910
 
 COPYRIGHT, 1909, BY 
 COL. WILLIAM H. ROWE, JR 
 
 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 
 TS 
 
 Bebiratton 
 
 To MY BABY, 
 FRANCES WOOD ROWE. 
 
 Little baby sweetheart, 
 Little darling mine, 
 All this dedication 
 It is simply thine. 
 May my simple verses 
 Bring much joy to you ; 
 May the God above 
 Make your skies all blue. 
 
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 MRS. WILLIAM H. TAFT. 
 
 You most gracious White House iady, 
 
 You've won us, one and all, 
 Your womanly simplicity 
 
 Thrills palace and thrills hall. 
 To America's first lady 
 
 May the others follow you, 
 Your informal way and manners 
 
 Make the name of home, all true. 
 
 MRS. WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN. 
 
 Wonderfully gifted woman. 
 
 Where'er the great abide, 
 They've earned it by their merit, 
 
 They have been found and tried. 
 America says all honor 
 
 To her great daughter of the West, 
 May God grant you every honor, 
 
 For you deserve the very best. 
 
 WILLIAM T. SHERMAN. 
 
 Great old Tecumseh, 
 
 Your grand soldier's part 
 In great war's drama 
 
 Ever fires the heart 
 Of each loyal person 
 
 Whoe'er stood for the right. 
 Your part to command 
 
 Where'er led the fight.
 
 PHILIP H. SHERIDAN. 
 
 Dashing Union leader, 
 
 Hurrah hurrah again 
 Never did they falter 
 
 Never your Union men. 
 When they saw you coming 
 
 You didn't have to speak. 
 Answer down the valley : 
 
 Yes, answer Cedar Creek ! 
 
 THOMAS F. BAYARD. 
 
 Statesman so pure, 
 
 Wonderfully good, 
 A Christian man, 
 
 I would that I could 
 Of your beautiful life 
 
 Find a word to express 
 How you did in God's way 
 
 Live among us to bless. 
 
 ALLAN G. THURMAN. 
 
 Noble old Roman, 
 
 Your party's great hope ; 
 Ah ! man among men, 
 
 You widened the scope. 
 Of true breadth of purpose, 
 
 Of a life that was free 
 From all thought of scandal 
 
 Rest yes, rest peacefully. 
 
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 SAMUEL J. TILDEN. 
 
 Elected? He was. 
 
 Inaugurated ? No. 
 But through all the ages 
 
 His greatness it will grow. 
 He refused to contest 
 
 The. seat he had won, 
 Just to save from a war 
 
 You, father; you, son. 
 You Americans true, 
 
 You teach it with pride; 
 Tilden, the patriot; 
 
 That can't be denied. 
 
 THOMAS A. HENDRICKS. 
 
 Great Indiana statesman, 
 
 Elected Vice-President twice; 
 Once you yielded to the call, 
 
 You worthy man above a price. 
 But oh ! that manly action 
 
 Your country remembered well ; 
 For then there came another call, 
 
 As one State to State did tell. 
 Iowa remembers seventy-six ; 
 
 In eighty- four I read; 
 This Democratic time your right was yours, 
 
 You great historic dead. 
 
 CHARLES N. SIMS. 
 A great Chancellor, 
 
 Mighty in power; 
 Great because simple 
 
 To your dying hour. 
 All through the years 
 
 Twas the great things done; 
 When others failed 
 
 You victory won.
 
 BISHOP C. C. McCABE. 
 
 Great heart for others, 
 
 How freely you gave 
 Time money talents 
 
 To other lives save. 
 A crown there was waiting 
 
 On the far-away shore 
 For you who forever 
 
 The true gospel flag bore. 
 
 BISHOP MATTHEW SIMPSON. 
 
 Gentle servant of Jesus, 
 
 Your mild-mannered way 
 While you labored among us 
 
 Made bright every day. 
 Your true way of living, 
 
 Your sweetness so rare, 
 Led upward to Heaven, 
 
 And brightened earth's care. 
 
 CHARLES A. McLEOD. 
 
 A loyal friend, 
 
 Your name rings true; 
 
 Miss you sadly 
 
 I surely do. 
 You left with all 
 
 A dear good name ; 
 God grant that all 
 
 May do the same.
 
 JUSTUS MILLER. 
 
 Scattering good seed daily, 
 
 As he moved along our way, 
 Troy has had good citizens, 
 
 But we all can truly say 
 They never had a better 
 
 Justus Miller there than you ; 
 And we know up in Heaven 
 
 You received your rightful due. 
 
 LEWIS E. GURLEY 
 
 He is a memory 
 
 Now of the past 
 A memory fragrant 
 
 Forever 'twill last. 
 In the hearts of all Trojans 
 
 Of this of all days 
 A fitting eulogium, 
 
 A good life it pays. 
 
 JOSEPH JEFFERSON. 
 
 Much beloved actor, 
 
 Much beloved man, 
 I can say truly, 
 
 I know that I can, 
 That in our loved country 
 
 Forever you will live, 
 For throughout your good life 
 
 'Twas your pleasure to give 
 The best of your being, 
 
 The best of your soul ; 
 You uplifted the stage 
 
 To highest mark's goal.
 
 WILLIAM S. FANESHAWE. 
 
 Kindly gentleman, 
 
 Here's to you : 
 You deserve life's best, 
 
 My toast 'tis true. 
 May you e'er have it, 
 
 And more each day ; 
 You and your loved ones 
 
 On life's highway. 
 
 HENRY W. SAVAGE. 
 
 Man of finance, 
 
 Man of affairs, 
 Giving pleasure 
 
 Amid all cares, 
 Here's to your operas, 
 
 And here's to your plays ; 
 Here's to endless success 
 
 Throughout endless days. 
 
 JAMES F. SULLIVAN. 
 
 Philadelphia banker? 
 
 Yes, a man whom all can trust ; 
 The Market Street is honored 
 
 With a President wise and just. 
 This toast I give you gladly, 
 
 Of long years standing, my friend ; 
 May you ne'er have a failure ; 
 
 May your success have no end. 
 
 THE LITTLE KING OF DREAMLAND. 
 
 Good-night, my darling baby, 
 Good-night, dear mother's pet ; 
 
 You and the little Dream King, 
 Yes, you and he have met ; 
 
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 For you have gone to his land, 
 
 It's not so far away ; 
 And mother is just waiting 
 
 For dawning of the day, 
 
 When little King of Dreamland 
 Will bring again her own ; 
 
 Then to his land of secrets 
 He'll journey back alone. 
 
 Your little face is smiling ; 
 
 Where has he led you now ? 
 To a place decked with flowers 
 
 A fairy spot, I'll vow; 
 
 Where sweet fays and fairies dance 
 
 And sing a little song, 
 And you, my precious baby, 
 
 Are floating there along. 
 
 Within the land of secrets, 
 Ah ! but you look so sweet. 
 
 I know little King of Dreams 
 Gives you his "bestest" seat. 
 
 And now you're really laughing; 
 
 A little jester played 
 A little prank on someone, 
 
 The. other all dismayed 
 
 Has sought a place of hiding 
 That you know all about; 
 
 You won't tell, because you love 
 To hear them laugh and shout. 
 
 My baby dreams so sweetly 
 It always makes me sing 
 
 Of never-ending virtues 
 Of little Dreamland's King. 
 
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 Now you're floating o'er the trees 
 In mystic land of dreams, 
 
 And the prettiest of fairies 
 Tries all her arts and means 
 
 To have you for her sweetheart ; 
 
 You rogue, you're flirting, too ; 
 But you know you think of mother, 
 
 I know you surely do. 
 
 I know you're saying to her, 
 In sweetest, gentlest tone, 
 
 You'll be her little brother, 
 But just love me alone. 
 
 Now darling little Dream King 
 Stands on his mystic throne, 
 
 Says to all elfin subjects 
 That for the time you own 
 
 All wealth of happy Dreamland 
 That you are from a court, 
 
 One he wants all in to know 
 About their Dreamland sport. 
 
 And now you stand beside him 
 And wave your little hand ; 
 
 Yes, you and the King together 
 Rule dearest old Dreamland. 
 
 I know my baby's kingly, 
 And he was born to rule ; 
 
 Yes, now he's taking lessons 
 
 'Way up in Dreamland's school. 
 
 His little face is beaming; 
 
 He's made some fairy law 
 That all the elfin subjects 
 
 Greet with a glad hurrah. 
 
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 The King and he are standing, 
 Hearing the mighty cheer 
 
 That tells to all small dreamers 
 That peace is drawing near. 
 
 Peace is the gift of children ; 
 
 They gain it from our Lord ; 
 And not in the wide, wide world 
 
 Is another such award 
 
 As that which comes from children 
 With tidings of good will, 
 
 And far up there in Dreamland 
 My King is reigning still. 
 
 Beloved by all his subjects, 
 Honored by splendid men, 
 
 Who write their fairy stories 
 With subtle fairy pen. 
 
 My little baby monarch, 
 
 May it be as to-night ; 
 Your life so sweet and precious 
 
 May live in land of right. 
 
 The same dear little fairies 
 
 Illume your every day ; 
 May flowers, sweetest flowers, 
 
 Bedeck your every way. 
 
 I thank my heavenly Father 
 
 For precious baby days ; 
 I thank for watching baby 
 
 And mother while she prays. 
 
 Ah, little King of Dreamland, 
 I kneel before your throne. 
 
 My little King is with you, 
 My very, very own. 
 
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 And you have been so courtly, 
 So gracious, dear and sweet, 
 
 I wish I had the power 
 For aye and aye to greet 
 
 The little mystic ruler 
 Of mystic-mystic land; 
 
 Good-bye, for baby's waking- 
 Good-bye to fairy band. 
 
 GEORGE B. CLUETT. 
 
 One thing is sure ; 
 
 We always knew it; 
 Nothing but good 
 
 Of George B. Cluett. 
 A manly man, 
 
 A servant of God; 
 His great, good name 
 
 We will ever laud. 
 
 TO MY SWEETHEART. 
 
 Here's to every man that is great ; 
 Here's to the Gov'nor of every State ; 
 Here's to the dashing warrior bold; 
 Here's to the Western country's gold ; 
 Here's to the mighty in his seat ; 
 Here's to man who knows not defeat; 
 Here's to all in the Hall of Fame ; 
 Here's to every brilliant name. 
 But whether great or wondrous smart, 
 Here's to the idol of my heart ; 
 For even all the wondrous wise 
 Melt before your glorious eyes. 
 
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 GEORGE A. HUHN. 
 
 Great banking house head, 
 
 It is a delight 
 To toast a good man 
 
 Of wondrous foresight. 
 I greet you gladly ; 
 
 You deserve the best ; 
 To you, George A. Huhn, 
 
 You're true, to the test. 
 
 "IF YE ABIDE IN ME." 
 
 Words for all ages, 
 
 Words for all time, 
 The oceans to cross, 
 
 And mountains to climb. 
 
 Battles to fight, 
 
 Cities to win ; 
 Saints to conquer 
 
 Forces of sin ; 
 
 All these are easy, 
 
 It can't be denied. 
 Really and truly 
 
 In Jesus abide. 
 
 But the abiding, 
 
 Pray how must it be? 
 Just read what he says : 
 
 "Abide thou in Me," 
 
 And what does that mean ? 
 
 It means if you do 
 Jesus will surely 
 
 Do his part for you. 
 
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 But what is abiding? 
 
 Ah ! that is your part ; 
 Be honest be loyal 
 
 And clean in your heart. 
 
 Be pure and high-minded, 
 And on the Lord's side ; 
 
 Just do it each day, 
 And then you'll abide. 
 
 You'll ask Him to grant you 
 Your heart's great desire ; 
 
 You'll ask Him and ask Him, 
 And sometimes you'll tire. 
 
 You'll say does He hear me? 
 
 I'm sure I abide, 
 And then just like magic 
 
 A voice at your side. 
 
 Will say you don't want it ; 
 
 Oh, yes, God, I do ! 
 But the voice still answers, 
 
 The words ring so true. 
 
 Suddenly there flashes 
 A thought to the brain : 
 
 No, no ! you are right ! 
 It might cause me pain. 
 
 A peace settles on you, 
 You go on your way ; 
 
 Your Jesus is waiting, 
 He's waited all day. 
 
 He gives you a blessing, 
 A joy that's untold ; 
 
 Your Saviour reminds you 
 With his priceless gold. 
 
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 And then, ah, you see it ! 
 
 No man can decide, 
 For only our Saviour 
 
 He knows the abide; 
 
 Knows its true meaning 
 Knows just what is best 
 
 Knows what is our trouble, 
 Knows what is our rest. 
 
 Weak human can learn it 
 
 If he only will; 
 Abide in the valley 
 
 And look to the hill. 
 
 On which stands the Saviour^ 
 Who points to the cross, 
 
 The great cross of all gain 
 The cross of no loss. 
 
 Surely, then, he will see 
 
 It's not right to ask 
 For a something which gives 
 
 A too easy task. 
 
 Abiding is living 
 In Jesus' dear sight, 
 
 E'er abhorring the wrong 
 And serving the right. 
 
 Abiding! abiding! 
 
 Oh, blessed the plan 
 That dear Jesus, has given 
 
 To each Christian man. 
 
 To tell of its meaning, 
 
 To tell that it's true, 
 That if you do for Him, 
 
 He'll do unto you. 
 
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 You mustn't be selfish, 
 You mustn't be wrong ; 
 
 For "if ye abide" 
 
 Are His words of song. 
 
 Just sing them forever ; 
 
 The words they are tried 
 Home will be heaven ; 
 
 Just only abide. 
 
 NASH ROCKWOOD. 
 
 Brilliant, tireless lawyer, 
 
 You serve your client well ; 
 Your home, Saratoga, 
 
 The voters there they tell. 
 Whene'er you run for office 
 
 Of your great worth and good, 
 No need to name the loser, 
 
 The winner is Rockwood. 
 
 PAUL MORTON. 
 
 Executive leader, 
 
 Equitable's head, 
 A great deal about you 
 
 Is known and said, 
 But let me say, 
 
 You meet every task ; 
 What more than that 
 
 Can your holders ask? 
 
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 THOMAS C. PLATT. 
 
 A half a century 
 
 Great leader of men ; 
 And well counted out ; 
 
 And now with this pen 
 This word I add 
 
 To your tablet of fame ; 
 Thomas C. Platt, 
 
 Ever great, mighty name. 
 
 ISAAC V. BAKER, JR. 
 
 Great Northern leader 
 
 Of the Empire State, 
 When they call on you 
 
 It is never wait. 
 You answer quickly, 
 
 And you freely give ; 
 For you strive to aid 
 
 That others may live. 
 
 H. P. DAVISON 
 
 Genius is worth 
 
 When such as yours 
 It is the. kind 
 
 That e'er endures. 
 Recognition came; 
 
 You've surely won ; 
 And I honor you 
 
 For marvels done. 
 
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 JOHN C. CALHOUN. 
 
 My dear, good friend, 
 
 Xoble of heart, 
 Ever ready 
 
 To take one's part 
 You deserve the plaudits, 
 
 Yes, of men world wide ; 
 May God eve guard you, 
 
 That no harm betide. 
 
 THEODORE P. SHONTS. 
 
 Good, kindly man, 
 
 And leader that's thorough, 
 President Shonts 
 
 Of the Interborough ; 
 For with you at its head 
 
 A commander's there; 
 May your success be great, 
 
 And your life most fair. 
 
 Here's to cradle 
 
 Of baby boy ; 
 Mother rocks it 
 
 So full of joy, 
 That here's hoping 
 
 Her every prayer 
 Comes to baby 
 
 A sleeping there. 
 
 Here's to baby's wishes ; 
 
 He has his little plan ; 
 God answer every wish 
 
 Of every little man. 
 
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 Here's to every baby 
 In each and every land; 
 
 How I'd love to hug and squeeze 
 And just hold each little hand 
 
 Here's to baby sleeping; 
 
 Here's to its little dream; 
 May it be of sunshine 
 
 The brightest, brightest beam. 
 
 Here's to babe 
 
 And here's to mother; 
 One thing sure, 
 
 They love each other. 
 
 PAPA AND BABY. 
 
 Jump up baby! 
 
 Oh, jump up hig-h; 
 And pretty soon 
 
 You'll hit the sky. 
 Take your little 
 
 Train of cars 
 Right up with you 
 
 To the stars ; 
 Papa '11 go 
 
 And he and you 
 Right among 
 
 The clouds of blue. 
 Will have alone 
 
 All sorts of fun 
 While we play 
 
 Around the sun. 
 
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 And then at night 
 
 That other chap, 
 When he comes out 
 
 We'll both tap-tap; 
 And when he looks 
 
 The foxy coon, 
 We'll say hello! 
 
 You Man in Moon. 
 
 THE WALDORF-ASTORIA 
 
 I can always praise the Waldorf, 
 
 Greatest of great hotels ; 
 Where one sees the smiling faces 
 
 Of happy beaux and belles. 
 Greatest statesmen in the country; 
 
 Senators ? Yes ! From ev'ry State ; 
 Governors, Congressmen, Judges 
 
 Are all there both early and late. 
 
 The Army and the Navy, 
 
 The bravest and most fair, 
 All love the dear old Waldorf; 
 
 We love to see them there. 
 All praise its star service ; 
 
 Each man's a man of mark ; 
 Oscar, Marshall, Amer, 
 
 McCusker, Barse and Clarke. 
 
 Its office there's none better ; 
 Cordiality rules the lobby ; 
 Wilson, Nulle, Stewart, 
 
 Smith, Tuxbury, Hobbie. 
 Here's to Westervelt and Warren, 
 
 McKenna, Lazarus, Hodge; 
 Each one a faithful worker 
 In the palace where we lodge. 
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 Always ready, ever alert, 
 
 Quickest service, calm and serene, 
 Moorehead, Rose, Davidson, Bingham, 
 
 Donnelly, Rodgers and Glasheen ; 
 Each man is ready 
 
 To anticipate your need ; 
 Here's to Allen and Mustor, 
 
 Stilwell, Kennedy and Reid. 
 
 Well guarded are its portals, 
 
 A robbery, 'tis a myth ; 
 Never with such watchers 
 
 Voorhees, Watson, Lawlor, Smith. 
 And never through all ages 
 
 Has there been a greater one : 
 George C. Boldt you stand alone. 
 
 'Tis a marvel you have done 
 
 In the house you gave the country 
 
 The house you gave the world, 
 The great flags of all the others 
 
 Before you are unfurled. 
 George C. Boldt, Junior, to you 
 
 The greetings of well done, 
 Just like your honored father, 
 
 You are his honored son. 
 
 JOSEPH B. REICHMANN. 
 
 Wonderful worker, 
 
 Yes, this is my toast, 
 To one who always 
 
 Can command a host, 
 Of companies great, 
 
 Of trusts that are large, 
 With Reichmann at head 
 
 A master's in charge. 
 
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 R. B. MOORHEAD 
 
 By his own efforts 
 
 He takes the lead, 
 For Carnegie Trust 
 
 No one e'er need. 
 If greatest depositor 
 
 Or the least one you see 
 Worry about attention 
 
 While he's there, Robert B. 
 
 MRS. JOHN A. BLACK. 
 
 Charming woman, 
 
 And always true; 
 Just o'er and o'er 
 
 Here is to you. 
 For you deserve ; 
 
 You merit it all ; 
 Nothing but good 
 
 Of you I'll call. 
 
 Here's to my darling, 
 
 Here's to my love ; 
 Here's to my sweetest 
 
 All stars above 
 Can never compare 
 
 Glory's own eyes ; 
 They are the darlings 
 
 I idolize. 
 
 THE VOLUNTEER LAWYER 
 
 A Western court room 
 
 In an early day, 
 The sun just setting 
 
 Its last ray. 
 
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 I happened in 
 
 I had traveled far 
 Surious to see 
 
 At prison bar. 
 
 The prisoner boy, 
 So weak and pale, 
 
 After months and months 
 In the county jail. 
 
 His eye was troubled, 
 His face was sad ; 
 
 He shook with fear, 
 This prisoner lad. 
 
 A careworn mother 
 Was there at his side; 
 
 Aloud I said : 
 "Oh, God abide !" 
 
 And in thy mercy 
 
 Give her cheer ; 
 Oh, Holy Father, 
 
 Stay thou near. 
 
 The prosecution closed, 
 
 A great array, 
 With evidence enough 
 
 To win the day. 
 
 The lawyer for defense, 
 A tall man, arises; 
 
 Pleads at first, 
 Then advises. 
 
 He tells the Judge 
 That man may do, 
 
 But God alone, 
 He rules the true. 
 
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 Truth is mighty; 
 
 This boy killed not; 
 His is indeed 
 
 A bitter lot. 
 
 For long days, 
 
 Close confined, 
 A mother's heart, 
 
 A mother's mind. 
 
 Interwoven together 
 
 Without a friend 
 Have labored incessantly 
 
 For freedom's end. 
 
 Call the greatest 
 Call whom you will ; 
 
 My client here 
 He did not kill. 
 
 This innocent boy, 
 
 My dear old friend's son, 
 This act by him 
 
 Was never done. 
 
 I'll stake my life; 
 
 I'll show you why 
 By evidence 
 
 He should not die. 
 
 And then began, 
 
 And every word 
 The most wondrous speech 
 
 I have ever heard. 
 
 He just thrilled ns all; 
 
 He held the gaze 
 Of every listener, 
 
 And did amaze 
 
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 Both Judge and jury 
 By his wondrous power, 
 
 Enrapturing all 
 
 In that closing hour. 
 
 The crowd, unfriendly 
 To the prisoner boy, 
 
 Transformed to friends, 
 To my great joy. 
 
 The lawyer's skill 
 It knew no bound; 
 
 His words mounted 
 Just round by round. 
 
 Then he melted 
 
 That jury heart; 
 I closely watched 
 
 I saw one start. 
 
 And by just one 
 
 One simple act, 
 I knew that he 
 
 Influenced by fact. 
 
 And by truth so clearly 
 
 Told and given, 
 Was won for what 
 
 The defense had striven. 
 
 His closing words 
 I hear them now; 
 
 Long years have passed, 
 Bnt this I vow : 
 
 That never since 
 
 Has master hand 
 So thrilled a court 
 
 In any land. 
 
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 Do him justice, 
 
 The lawyer cried; 
 An innocent boy; 
 v. Not an eye was dried 
 
 The jury's verdict, 
 Ah, at last ! at last ! 
 
 Soon to be known 
 The moments passed. 
 
 "Boy not guilty !" 
 
 The foreman said; 
 That mother heart 
 
 By sorrow led, 
 
 Now clasps in rapture 
 
 And untold joy 
 Her own, her free, 
 
 Her innocent boy. 
 
 I looked at the lawyer ; 
 
 Simply he stood 
 Awkward, alone, 
 
 But indeed the good. 
 
 I saw a shining 
 
 In a being rare ; 
 I felt most surely 
 
 That God was there. 
 
 A halo of glory 
 
 It seemed to shine 
 About a man 
 
 I felt divine. 
 
 Who is that lawyer? 
 
 I cried out that day, 
 And a man answered 
 
 He's from Springfield way
 
 He's a volunteer, 
 
 Not known to fame; 
 Abraham Lincoln; 
 . That's his name. 
 
 THE HAPPY ONES. 
 
 We are born to a world of sorrow ; 
 
 We struggle through its pain; 
 We hope for the dawn of the morrow, 
 
 But sorrow knocks again. 
 .Now, this is the lot of mortals, 
 
 Who do walk world's avenues broad, 
 But in narrow, unselfish portals 
 
 Are the happy servants of God. 
 
 THE TWO ANGELS. 
 
 There must have been rejoicing 
 
 And gladness in the heart, 
 When God Almighty signalled 
 
 Two forms in white to start, 
 Away back in the ages, 
 
 As he stood upon the throne, 
 Saying down there in the world below, 
 
 Lying in a tomb alone, 
 
 Is my loved, son Jesus ; 
 
 Go at once go there ! 
 Guard Him, guard Him gently; 
 
 Give Him ev'ry care; 
 Angels of mine, you're honored, 
 
 For each a royal seat; 
 One of you at His head, 
 
 The other at His feet. 
 
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 And so they took their journey; 
 
 Were ever two so blest? 
 Never, since all time began, 
 
 Or till all time will rest. 
 Will there be such a mission 
 
 As these two were given then, 
 Their commission stamped and sealed, 
 
 And then signed with God's own pen? 
 
 What must have been their feeling, 
 
 Oh, wondrous day of old, 
 When angels came from Heaven 
 
 And of that door took hold? 
 It opened for them only, 
 
 And then they closed it tight; 
 And right there by the Saviour 
 
 These angels two in white. 
 
 They waited, watched and guarded 
 
 O'er the sleeping man of love, 
 Carrying out the dictates 
 
 Of the God who ruled above. 
 Oh, ye angels garbed in white, 
 
 Words I cannot find 
 To tell of honor given 
 
 Wish I had the kind. 
 
 Would I had the words to tell, 
 
 Would I had the thought 
 To make the lines so feebly 
 
 In vain I have sought 
 To bring to view your glory 
 
 With the purest words of light, 
 Highest seats e'er seen on earth, 
 
 The tomb-angels garbed in white. 
 
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 What's the good o' splurgin' ? 
 
 When folks are beggin' fer food ; 
 Jest you now take a night off ; 
 
 Do yourself a lot of good. 
 Buy a feller sunthin' 
 
 That's sure smackin' his lips 
 Fer a dish o' oysters 
 
 You can buy fer the tips 
 That you give the waiter 
 
 In any first-class place. 
 Jest you chase out some night 
 
 An' cheer a sober face ; 
 Jest cut out the splurgin', 
 
 Say fer a single, night, 
 An' I tell you, old sport, 
 
 Your heart will feel alright. 
 
 JOSEPH J. TILLINGHAST. 
 
 A man of the best 
 Always good and true, 
 Was there at the test, 
 In mem'ry I do 
 Write my word of love 
 To one gone above; 
 After life complete 
 My mem'ry 'tis sweet. 
 
 ELIAS P. MANN 
 
 Not since it began, 
 Elias P. Mann, 
 Has Troy ever had 
 Any better lad, 
 Any truer man ; 
 That city e'er can 
 Point to your life there 
 As one straight and fair. 
 
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 SHEPARD TAPPEN. 
 
 A memory now, 
 But all will allow 
 During his stay here 
 He was ever dear; 
 Kind, loving and true, 
 And would always do 
 A favor for all 
 That came within call. 
 
 JOSEPH E. KING. 
 
 Great Educator, 
 
 Old days and later 
 
 It has been your range, 
 
 And no matter the change, 
 
 You're marvel of all 
 
 In great college hall, 
 
 Where one always hears 
 
 It is sixty years 
 
 Wesleyan Trustee 
 
 A heart toast to thee. 
 
 HENRY F. BOARDMAN 
 
 My good, true friend. 
 Luck to the end ; 
 You e'er played fair, 
 Nor effort spare 
 To do a turn 
 For one to earn 
 A living right, 
 And make skies bright. 
 
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 M. F. COLLINS 
 
 Editor of Troy, 
 
 A good Dem. old boy; 
 
 On you I could count 
 
 For any amount. 
 
 Of your newspaper praise 
 
 On near or far ways, 
 
 A true, faithful friend 
 
 May blessings ne'er end. 
 
 WALTER N. KERNAN. 
 
 Good Utica man, 
 In each race you've ran 
 It has e'er been square; 
 Any wrong you'd dare, 
 No matter the class, 
 Your true kind does pass, 
 All else for the right, 
 And Right is the might. 
 
 GEORGE S. WEED. 
 
 World's Fair Ninety-three, 
 Old colleague to thee ; 
 And more e'en than that, 
 Brother Democrat. 
 You bear a great name 
 In politic's game ; 
 All luck, never need, 
 To friend George S. Weed. 
 
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 HENRY A. PARR 
 
 Great man of heart, 
 All Parr, not part, 
 A toast to you, 
 And more, 'tis true ; 
 You meet each test, 
 You do your best; 
 Kindness your star, 
 Henry A. Parr. 
 
 OSSIE J. WALSH. 
 
 The man right in front, 
 He greets you there ; 
 Customer or stranger, 
 He treats all fair ; 
 Success to him, ever 
 His greeting's real; 
 The Carnegie seems home; 
 That's how you feel. 
 
 GEORGE B. SLOAN. 
 
 A statesman's record 
 
 You left behind. 
 One to be followed 
 
 By human kind ; 
 A wonderful man, 
 
 A truly good friend. 
 Rest sweetly above 
 
 In the unseen bend. 
 
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 BISHOP C. H. FOWLER. 
 
 Orator, preacher, 
 
 Noted divine, 
 Now in the heavens, 
 
 Over the line. 
 You are a memory, 
 
 But one ever dear, 
 For the wonderful work 
 
 You did for God here. 
 
 Here's to the baby's laugh, 
 Here's to baby's smile ; 
 
 It makes '"Cross Continent" 
 Seem just like a mile. 
 
 JOHN B. CASTLEMAN. 
 
 Courtly gentleman, 
 
 You show your rank, 
 And all Kentucky 
 
 Can gladly thank 
 A chivalrous man 
 
 And a noble son ; 
 Here's for true manhood 
 
 In the race he's run. 
 
 MARION E. TAYLOR. 
 
 Here's to a friend, 
 
 Generous, good ; 
 Open-hearted, 
 
 That's understood. 
 Ever willing, 
 
 He don't prepare; 
 Where you need him 
 
 You find him there.
 
 ALICE CASTLEMAN HONE. 
 
 No one on the earth, 
 
 Nor queen on a throne 
 Could reign more sweetly 
 
 Than fair Alice Hone. 
 She conquered New York, 
 
 She conquered us all ; 
 It was one winter's night 
 
 At the Charity Ball. 
 
 ED. SMITH. 
 
 Good Ed. Smith, 
 
 Ballston Ed., 
 Here's hoping 
 
 You're ahead. 
 No matter where, 
 
 No matter when; 
 One of the best, 
 
 Truest of men. 
 
 PATRICK H. McCARREN. 
 
 My friend has gone, 
 
 The way is known ; 
 The Lord stood by, 
 
 So not alone 
 He went above 
 
 To endless life, 
 Far, far away, 
 
 From ceaseless strife. 
 Gentle and kind, 
 
 And ever forbearin', 
 Rest, rest in peace, 
 
 My friend McCarren. 
 
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 HOLLINGSHEAD AND CAMPBELL. 
 
 My dear old friends, 
 
 A toast to you all : 
 May you ever 
 
 Get many a call ; 
 Matchless service 
 
 To patron and bank 
 Places your house 
 
 In the foremost rank. 
 No better brokers 
 
 The heavens beneath 
 Than Hollingshead, Campbell, 
 
 Pepper, Lahey and Heath. 
 
 WILLIAM M. LAWRENCE. 
 
 Preacher! President! 
 
 Colgate trustee! 
 Freely, yes freely 
 
 Can I laud thee. 
 You deserve all honors 
 
 Man can bestow, 
 For you teach of Heaven 
 
 To man below. 
 
 WILLIAM ALMS. 
 
 Great Cincinnati merchant, 
 
 A toast to you : 
 You deserve all that is said ; 
 
 You surely do. 
 No man better posted 
 
 E'er entered the door 
 In your own line than you 
 
 On the New York shore. 
 
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 WILLIAM L. MOVER. 
 
 Good kindly man, 
 
 Good friend as well, 
 'Tis a pleasure 
 
 For me to tell 
 To all of worth, 
 Good luck for e'er 
 
 To yours and you. 
 
 Better, 'tis true, 
 
 HIGH FALUTIN' PREACHER. 
 
 It ain't high falutin' preachin' 
 
 That does the old world good, 
 It's jest a doin' to others 
 
 What others allus should. 
 Do fer a feller in trouble 
 
 When all is black and dark; 
 An' it seems that every one 
 
 Passes a mean remark 
 About a feller's misfortune ; 
 
 Well, they can't see his soul ; 
 
 They dunno the grievin' 
 
 That he's had all the whole 
 Time that he has been just a livin' 
 
 To help a brother along. 
 No, it ain't high falutin' preachin' 
 
 That makes life a happy song; 
 It's the little calmin' service 
 
 That God calls for to-day, 
 That jest helps us strugglin' stragglers 
 
 Along this rocky way. 
 
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 Jest watch out for the feller 
 
 That's happy an' sincere, 
 An' though it may be cloudy, 
 
 You'll almost swear 'tis clear; 
 For the high falutin' preachin' 
 
 That ain't backed up by acts, 
 Ain't a-counted by the angels 
 
 When they reckon up the facts. 
 
 THEODORE IRWIN 
 
 What man has not felt 
 
 His delightful charm, 
 Rejoicing with you 
 
 And stilling alarm. 
 Courtly gentleman, 
 
 Oh, man of great love, 
 Peace, sweetest peace, 
 
 'Tis yours above. 
 
 JAMES G. ELAINE. 
 
 Great plumed knight, 
 
 Great leader of the past, 
 Until the end of time 
 
 Your name and fame shall last. 
 You stand with the greatest 
 
 We've had in this great land; 
 The record you have left 
 
 Is reckoned with the grand. 
 
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 JAMES B. CLEWS. 
 
 Able, alert, vigilant, 
 
 He meets his every test, 
 Counted always in the street 
 
 As among its very best. 
 He surely deserves his greatness ; 
 
 He's earned it every bit 
 No matter where, no matter when, 
 
 You'll always find him fit. 
 
 GEORGE E. GREEN. . 
 
 Birmingham's Mayor, 
 
 Senator as well, 
 True man of big heart, 
 
 Tis the truth I tell. 
 No matter the time, 
 
 No matter the place, 
 Loyal man always, 
 
 He serves the whole race. 
 
 JOSEPH P. BRENNAN. 
 
 Good old Saratoga 
 
 Has sent some good ones out, 
 And well they honor her 
 
 Where'er they go about. 
 Ranking with the best of them 
 
 Old Joe easily takes his stand, 
 My fervent wish for him is 
 
 One of the greatest of our land. 
 
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 ARTHUR G. LANGHAM. 
 
 I toast thee sadly 
 
 As I write to-night, 
 You fought it bravely, 
 
 Yes, throughout your fight. 
 For all life is that, 
 
 'Tis sad to say, 
 A gentleman always, 
 
 That was your way. 
 
 FLOWER TAYLOR. 
 
 Here's to a man, 
 
 'Tis true, he's small, 
 Look to future, 
 
 He'll conquer all. 
 Illustrious names 
 
 Flower and Taylor, 
 His dear, sweet mother, 
 
 He'll never fail her. 
 
 [RS. C. W. WATSON. 
 
 A<Viowledged leader 
 
 ^all in the ring, 
 You>eerless driving, 
 this I sing. 
 vour champion, 
 
 color all blue- 
 ,. deserve it, 
 
 Pis \, ir mos t rightful due. 
 
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 MRS. E. R. THOMAS. 
 
 Beautiful Linda Lee, 
 
 The title yours by right, 
 A Kentucky honor, 
 
 Where beauty reigns by might. 
 Kentucky's glorious women, 
 
 They reign in every land, 
 And among her very fairest 
 
 You take your queenly stand. 
 
 MRS. BEVERLY ROBINSON. 
 
 You brilliant, gifted beauty, 
 
 I care not where the post, 
 Whether here or lands away, 
 
 You are a reigning toast. 
 Here's praises for you ever, 
 
 I always love to tell 
 About your sparkling brightm 5 * 
 
 You peerless queen, Adele. 
 
 MRS. MARGARET E. SANDER. 
 
 Authoress, poet, 
 
 And loved woman truf 
 A blessing from God 
 
 My service with you 
 You lead up to glory 
 
 You inspire man to/ 6 
 As Jesus would havf nm 
 
 And to his best gi 
 
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 MISS SUE JOHNSTON. 
 
 Stately beauty 
 
 From Tennessee, 
 You queenly Sue, 
 
 A toast to thee. 
 Fair and radiant, 
 
 Gloriously sweet, 
 You truly indeed 
 
 Are a beauty treat. 
 
 A. CHESTER BEATTY. 
 
 Here's to a marvel, 
 
 Though still he is young, 
 In greatest places 
 
 His praises are sung. 
 He's mastered his science, 
 
 He's a great engineer; 
 A. Chester Beatty, 
 
 Your title is clear. 
 
 JEANETTE SWIFT 
 
 Atlanta, Atlanta, 
 
 Of beauties you boast , 
 And 'tis many you have ; 
 
 Yes, many to toast. 
 And right with your leaders, 
 
 'Tis the best that I've met, 
 Here is one to Miss Swift, 
 
 The glorious jeanette 
 
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 STANTON C. DICKINSON. 
 
 Good, true friend, 
 
 Man of mark, 
 You're there from 
 
 Dawn to dark. 
 Capable, worthy, 
 
 And truly tried, 
 No matter the trust, 
 
 It's not denied. 
 
 CHARLES E. W. SMITH. 
 
 Christian gentleman, 
 
 Man that fears God, 
 Your truest worth 
 
 I'll ever laud. 
 Wondrous organizer, 
 
 Matchless power, 
 May your life be brighter 
 
 Every hour. 
 
 LEWIS S. CHANLER. 
 
 Governor Chanler, 
 
 Here is a toast, 
 You led your party, 
 
 This is no boast. 
 You fought to the finish, 
 
 You fought to the end, 
 Fore'er Democracy 
 
 Will honor its friends. 
 
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 CHARLES M. SCHWAB. 
 
 Great master of steel, 
 
 You take the lead ; 
 Yes, you stand in front, 
 
 You do, indeed. 
 Your great company 
 
 It meets any test. 
 Schwab and Bethlehem, 
 
 They rank with the best. 
 
 MRS. BESSIE K. McKELDIN. 
 
 Blonde beauty of Georgia, 
 
 The land of peachtree, 
 'Tis the toast I now write, 
 
 Inscribe it to thee. 
 Here's to your charms, 
 
 To your sterling worth; 
 Here's to Georgia, 
 
 The place of your birth. 
 
 WILLIS RAGAN 
 
 Great man of Georgia, 
 
 So kindly and good, 
 And here's to your worth, 
 
 By all understood. 
 A man of fine bearing, 
 
 Of rare business skill, 
 Deserves only the best. 
 
 Will he get it? He will. 
 
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 WILLIAM J. CUMMINS. 
 
 Old Tennessee, 
 
 Honor the old, 
 Honor the great 
 
 Within its fold. 
 Loved in its valley , 
 
 Loved on its hill 
 William J. Cummins, 
 
 Dear Uncle Bill. 
 
 LYTLE HULL 
 
 Gentlemanly, cultured, 
 
 Ever polite, 
 'Tis always a pleasure 
 
 For one to write 
 About a man 
 
 Who deserves the title 
 Born gentleman, 
 
 That's you, Lytle. 
 
 JAMES O'KANE. 
 
 A loyal man, 
 
 'Tis God's best gift, 
 In a world where 
 
 One needs a lift. 
 You'll search the city, 
 
 You'll search the lane, 
 But none more loyal 
 
 Than James O'Kane. 
 
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 ROSCOE CONKLING. 
 
 Great New York Senator, 
 
 The leader in your day, 
 Most terrible the loss 
 
 When you were called away. 
 Loyal friend of General Grant, 
 
 This star for you I fix, 
 The illustrious commander 
 
 Of the three hundred six. 
 
 W. L. SUTPHIN. 
 
 Here is to man, 
 
 A man of big heart, 
 Ever and always 
 
 A star in his part. 
 Which is to aid 
 
 And be good to all. 
 W. L. Sutphin, 
 
 You'll get a re-call. 
 
 BABY SWEETHEART. 
 
 Come, you darling, 
 
 Come to me, 
 Rest you here 
 
 Right on my knee. 
 Tell me, baby, 
 
 Why you cry, 
 Tell me truly, 
 
 Tell me why. 
 
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 All I want, 
 
 No matter where, 
 Is just my baby, 
 
 Sweet and fair. 
 Has someone 
 
 Said something cross 
 Or has thee had 
 
 Some little loss 
 A dolly's head, 
 
 Or arm, or eye, 
 Are they broken? 
 
 And so you sigh. 
 For fear, perhaps, 
 
 Papa will scold. 
 No never 
 
 Not for countless gold 
 Would he say 
 
 One single word 
 To his precious 
 
 Baby bird. 
 But like the little 
 
 Bird that flies, 
 We'll send away 
 
 The little sighs. 
 And then 
 
 Together we will go. 
 Just you and I, 
 
 No one will know 
 Our little secret 
 
 Hiding-place, 
 We'll hide and run 
 
 And jump and race. 
 
 And little babe, 
 My secret heart, 
 
 God grant we'll 
 Never, never part. 
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 MY BEAU ALGY. 
 
 He called about seven that evening, 
 
 When he went it was just about one 
 Mamma was holding a candle 
 
 So papa could point with a gun. 
 Brother was swinging a hatchet, 
 
 I was crying out loud, 
 While Algy was dodging the brickbats 
 
 That were thrown by the rest of the crowd. 
 "Never again," said my father, 
 
 And mother echoed that tune, 
 Will you receive as a caller 
 
 A chap who would stay until noon. 
 
 DR. RICHARD GIBBONS. 
 
 Great, great surgeon ! 
 
 Your skilful knife, 
 So blessed by God, 
 
 Saves many a life. 
 In New York, great city, 
 
 This is your due : 
 In surgery, no one 
 
 Stands higher than you. 
 
 SIM. WALTON. 
 
 Washington Jockey Club, 
 
 'Tis a name ever fair, 
 Finest of races 
 
 Held over there. 
 Here's to its Secretary, 
 
 May he be with us for long, 
 True sport, Sim. Walton, 
 
 Best luck 'tis my song. 
 
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 ROBERT W. APPLETON. 
 
 Here's to you Robert, 
 
 So good-natured, bright, 
 Whene'er you appear, 
 
 You turn on the light 
 That shows us the smile, 
 
 That shows us the joy; 
 A pleasure to greet you 
 
 You turn man, to boy. 
 
 B. B. GOLDSMITH. 
 
 A man among men, 
 
 Most modest and kind, 
 I trust throughout life 
 
 He ever will find 
 The paths that are pleasant, 
 
 The peace that gives rest. 
 He deserves to receive 
 
 Of blessings the best. 
 
 C. C. COPELAND. 
 
 Tireless worker, 
 
 Scholarly man, 
 Can you succeed? 
 
 I know you can. 
 Your efforts prove it, 
 
 And they'll ever show 
 You win every time, 
 
 That's a truth, I know. 
 
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 JAMES D. ROBINSON. 
 
 Here is my heart, 
 
 Here is my hand, 
 One of the best 
 
 In all the land. 
 A brilliant man, 
 
 A friend that's true 
 My dear old Jim, 
 
 Here is to vou! 
 
 CHARLES F. MURPHY. 
 
 Tammany leader, 
 
 You merit it all: 
 A true worth does tell, 
 
 It e'er has the call. 
 If a title's true, 
 
 It's my best belief 
 You bear a true one 
 
 The Tammany Chief. 
 
 BESSIE BALTZ. 
 
 Beautiful ways, 
 
 Beautiful girl 
 Combining both, 
 
 You are a pearl. 
 Best qualities, 
 
 Not any faults, 
 That's truly you, 
 
 Sweet Bessie Baltz. 
 
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 WILLIAM J. GAYNOR. 
 
 A great Mayor 
 
 Nothing is plainer. 
 Always for right: 
 
 That's Mayor Gaynor. 
 The country watches, 
 
 He will get the call ; 
 In higher office 
 
 He will serve us all. 
 
 THOMAS M. OSBORNE. 
 
 A scholar, a man, 
 
 He combines the two, 
 And, above it all, 
 
 He always rings true. 
 A leader of men: 
 
 He stands for the right 
 And when right prevails, 
 
 It is Osborne's fight. 
 
 EDWARD M. SHEPARD. 
 
 Illustrious name, 
 
 And a man the best. 
 Edward M. Shepard, 
 
 He never knows rest. 
 He works for the right, 
 
 He is there ev'ry day ; 
 A righteous reform 
 
 That is Shepard's way. 
 
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 ALEXANDER T. BROWN. 
 
 Great Inventor, 
 
 Many's the part 
 You play in life, 
 
 Man of great heart. 
 Your wondrous genius, 
 
 Your kindly tone, 
 Makes the great man 
 
 So truly known. 
 
 ROBERT L. SMITH. 
 
 Vice-President 
 
 Carnegie Trust, 
 Your worth will tell, 
 
 It surely must. 
 Faithful service, 
 
 Your work's been hard, 
 But that all makes 
 
 The Banker's card. 
 
 E. ELDRIDGE SMITH. 
 
 A royal friend, 
 
 Royal to all, 
 He will answer 
 
 Your ev'ry call. 
 Friendship is real, 
 
 It is no myth 
 With such as you, 
 
 E. Eldridge Smith. 
 
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 J. E. B. STUART. 
 
 Great Virginian, 
 
 A toast to thee, 
 Thou Brilliant Aide 
 
 Of Robert Lee. 
 Cavalryman, 
 
 Leader of all, 
 There is your place 
 
 In fame's great hall. 
 
 NATALIE HAMMOND. 
 
 Dear little Natalie, 
 
 The best for you ! 
 Laurel crowns and jewels 
 
 And luck all through. 
 God's richest blessings 
 
 Never a pain, 
 Never a sorrow, 
 
 No loss all gain. 
 
 D. RAYMOND COBB. 
 
 Here is to you 
 
 Every day, 
 One of the best, 
 
 Good brother Ray. 
 Brilliant lawyer, 
 
 Good, kind and true. 
 Yes, o'er and o'er, 
 
 Here is to you. 
 
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 FRANK ADAMS ACER. 
 
 A good lawyer 
 
 And a good man, 
 Right in the race 
 
 Where'er it's ran. 
 A royal fellow, 
 
 And all of its true, 
 Frank Adams Acer, 
 
 That surely is you. 
 
 GEORGE SAFFORD WATERS. 
 
 Music and poetry, 
 
 Tis both you compose, 
 
 The blue of the violet, 
 The red of the rose 
 
 Are brought out on paper 
 By composing so rare 
 That the sweetest perfume 
 
 One can almost breathe there. 
 
 J. WILLIAM SMITH. 
 
 Man of great heart, 
 
 Man of great mind, 
 You're an honor 
 
 To human kind. 
 J. William Smith 
 
 Deserves the best; 
 He does truly, 
 
 He stands life's test. 
 
 55
 
 DANIEL G. REID. 
 
 A great magnate, 
 
 Rock Island! Tin Plate! 
 All ever known 
 
 He'll never wait. 
 He acts alone, 
 
 The winning side, 
 Daniel G. Reid, 
 
 That is the guide. 
 
 E. D. W. LANGLEY. 
 
 Connecticut Senator, 
 
 Fit for the course, 
 You have every right, 
 
 A man of great force. 
 You want it shown, 
 
 Man of reserve, 
 A good reason! 
 
 Why you deserve. 
 
 WILLIAM SULZER. 
 
 Brilliant statesman, 
 
 Popular man. 
 Great vote-getter. 
 
 Whene'er he ran. 
 He enthuses the people, 
 
 All factions admire 
 So well done, William Sulzer, 
 
 For you up higher! 
 
 56
 
 JOHN B. DAVIS. 
 
 Commercial Bank 
 
 Oi Sandy Hill, 
 Will rank 'mongst best 
 
 It surely will. 
 'Twill gain accounts, 
 
 No chance for fear, 
 John B. Davis 
 
 Is its Cashier. 
 
 EDGAR HULL. 
 
 Tis record long, 
 
 'Tis record square, 
 Most brilliant man 
 
 For here, for there. 
 Brother lawyers 
 
 They bow to you, 
 They know your skill, 
 
 Indeed they do. 
 
 JOSEPH A. KELLOGG. 
 
 Glens Falls is proud, 
 
 It ought to be, 
 An orator 
 
 Like unto thee 
 Is seldom seen, 
 
 Is seldom heard, 
 All love to hear 
 
 Your matchless word. 
 
 57
 
 JAMES S. PARKER. 
 
 Leader of men, 
 Asseblyman, 
 You'll go higher 
 
 And we know then, 
 Untiring work 
 
 Linked with true skill, 
 Will win laurels, 
 
 We know they will. 
 
 CHARLES R. PARIS. 
 
 The County Judge, 
 
 Of whom we're proud, 
 And all parties 
 
 By all allowed. 
 That this good man 
 
 Deserves the best, 
 For he's a friend 
 
 Who stands the test. 
 
 GRENVILLE M. INGALSBE. 
 
 Lawyer, Banker, 
 
 And a good friend, 
 Here's for the best 
 
 Right to the end. 
 You've been honored, 
 
 'Twas right for you, 
 You won the votes 
 
 For you rang true. 
 
 58
 
 R. T. ALLEN 
 
 Wonderful work 
 
 In your great line, 
 Advertising, 
 
 That is the sign. 
 You won by effort, 
 
 And that alone, 
 You're a good fellow, 
 
 That all will own. 
 
 FRANK SEAMAN 
 
 Advertising Genius 
 
 It is a true toast, 
 For through every year 
 
 It's no idle boast 
 Your merit it counts, 
 
 Making all lines expand 
 That have the good luck 
 
 To be under your hand. 
 
 WALTER R. HINE 
 
 You deserve your honors, 
 
 Yes, every one. 
 You great advertiser, 
 
 It's wonders you've done. 
 Here's to the leader, 
 
 Frank Seaman line 
 Its Vice President, 
 
 Walter R. Hine.
 
 ED. ROWLAND 
 
 Big-hearted Ed., 
 
 That name is true, 
 Many a one 
 
 Owe all to you. 
 Many a heart 
 
 Was sad the day 
 Dear Ed. Rowland 
 
 Was called away. 
 
 DEAN O'BRIEN. 
 
 Man of the church, 
 
 Serving his God, 
 Most truly one 
 
 All freely laud. 
 A record long 
 
 In Sandy Hill, 
 He'll reward him, 
 
 His Master will. 
 
 ROBERT O. BASCOM. 
 
 It was a loss 
 
 To home, to friend, 
 It will be felt 
 
 Unto the end. 
 For he was great 
 
 In many ways 
 He won battles, 
 
 His greatness pays. 
 
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 CHARLES COURTER DICKINSON. 
 
 In the midst of work 
 
 'Twas a heavenly sign 
 That you did answer 
 
 At only thirty-nine. 
 Genius wondrous, 
 
 A foresight clear, 
 Now a mem'ry, 
 
 But one most dear. 
 
 DR. CALVIN S. MAY. 
 
 Beloved physician, 
 
 On this great world's highway, 
 There is no better man 
 
 Doctor Calvin S. May. 
 You are one of the great ; 
 
 Not a man stands higher 
 Than the dear good doctor 
 
 We all love and admire. 
 
 GEORGE FOSTER PEABODY. 
 
 He's an inspiration, 
 
 It is the truth I tell 
 To each man, to each boy, 
 
 To each one to do well. 
 A Christian reformer 
 
 Whose good life it is true 
 George Foster Peabody 
 
 I can gladly toast you. 
 
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 MISS MARY RICE. 
 
 Lady of letters 
 
 And woman true, 
 You deserve all, 
 
 You surely do. 
 Authoress brilliant, 
 
 Your title 'tis clear. 
 Your name and your fame 
 
 Is truly known here. 
 
 MARY WILKES McKINNEY. 
 Confederate Veterans' Reunion, July, 1896 
 
 Tennessee sponsor 
 
 Back in ninety-six, 
 Historic Richmond 
 
 In mem'ry I fix. 
 The queenly girl 
 
 Enraptured all. 
 To Mary Wilkes, 
 
 Lee and Stonewall. 
 
 D. W. FORD. 
 
 Good, kindly man 
 
 And my dear old friend, 
 'Twas months after 
 
 I heard of the end. 
 I asked some one of him, 
 
 The answer, "He's dead." 
 Then my heart was along 
 
 Sorrow's stern path led. 
 Yes ! he was one 
 
 Good friend of mine. 
 Peace, sweetest peace 
 
 In land divine. 
 
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 EUGENE HOLTZINGER. 
 
 Here's to Florida, 
 
 The Land of the Palm, 
 Here's to its man 
 
 That's ever calm. 
 His work, he does it! 
 
 He sees it through ! 
 Eugene Holtzinger, 
 
 A toast to you. 
 
 JAMES H. BRESLIN. 
 
 One of the best 
 
 Did pass away 
 When Jim Breslin 
 
 Was called to-day. 
 Leaving night 
 
 Its darkness here. 
 Men like him 
 
 Are counted dear. 
 
 W. H. BARTLETT. 
 
 In Atlantic City 
 
 By the sea 
 Is a good and great man, 
 
 All agree. 
 He fills each place 
 
 With rarest skill, 
 My friend Bartlett 
 
 Commodore Bill. 
 
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 W. BOURKE COCKRAN. 
 
 Orator wondrous, 
 
 Your eloquent word 
 Many and many 
 
 A time I have heard. 
 Your most thrilling speech, 
 
 Your masterly way, 
 Wondrous orator 
 
 Of the present day. 
 
 FRANK TILFORD. 
 
 Here is a toast 
 
 Man of great rank 
 Tilford, Tilford, 
 
 The first name Frank. 
 A fitting head 
 
 Of any bank 
 Of anything 
 
 You man of rank. 
 
 GRACE CROMWELL. 
 
 Here is to art, 
 
 An artist rare, 
 Unbounded skill 
 
 And one most fair. 
 She'll win laurels, 
 
 That's what she'll do 
 
 And better yet 
 
 She'll deserve to. 
 
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 HENRY PROCTOR WAUGH. 
 
 Here's with the hope 
 
 And from the heart 
 He'll win in life 
 
 In ev'ry part. 
 He can do it, 
 
 With talents rare 
 He'll use them right 
 
 Nor efforts spare. 
 
 Oh you dearie, 
 
 Oh you sweet bird ; 
 I can't say more, 
 
 Fear I'll be heard. 
 
 Here's to wifey, 
 
 Far, far away. 
 Hope she's happy 
 
 And hope she'll stay. 
 
 Here's to hubby, 
 Out with the boys; 
 
 He no longer 
 Nags or annoys. 
 
 Here's to wifey 
 
 On the ocean, 
 She's coming home 
 
 With the notion 
 That I always 
 
 Must most lonesome be. 
 Hope no one will 
 
 Put her on to me. 
 
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 GEORGE ALEXANDER. 
 
 God's true minister 
 
 On University Place, 
 Man of wondrous brain, 
 
 A dear man of kindly face. 
 Your life will ever 
 
 Prove the Master's test; 
 You obey him. To 
 
 Him you leave the rest. 
 You stand for all that is good 
 
 Never one taint of slander 
 Has ever or will ever 
 
 Be said of George Alexander. 
 
 L. B. STILWELL. 
 
 Great engineer, 
 
 It makes all rejoice 
 To know that you're 
 
 A popular choice. 
 Because of your merit 
 
 You're sought far and wide ; 
 You stand in the front rank 
 
 We greet you with pride.
 
 CHARLES LATHROP PACK 
 
 Great forestry king, 
 
 Great judge of wood; 
 You lead a good life, 
 
 Ever for good. 
 Your mission is such 
 
 To aid whom you can ; 
 May your star ne'er set 
 
 Good neighbor, good man. 
 
 HORACE PETTIT. 
 
 A noted lawyer ! 
 
 A good fellow, too! 
 Expert patent law, 
 
 If one ever knew. 
 The best points of that 
 
 And the patent gain 
 A toast to the one 
 
 Who'll always attain. 
 
 FATHER HEALY. 
 
 Lakewood's good priest, 
 
 Servant of God, 
 It's a pleasure 
 
 For one to laud. 
 One who's learned, 
 
 Pure, good and true, 
 Father Healy, 
 
 That's truly you. 
 
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 WILLIAM HARMON BLACH 
 
 Lawyer, Scholar, 
 
 Author as well ; 
 You are great now, 
 
 Time it will tell. 
 Of greater things 
 
 In store for you, 
 And they are now 
 
 Within our view. 
 
 BRADLEY W. PALMER 
 
 You are a Lawyer 
 
 Of indeed great worth, 
 Your talents attain 
 
 To greatness on earth. 
 Massachusetts by adoption, 
 
 Pennsylvania home state ; 
 To each one you are an honor, 
 
 By each one you are deemed great. 
 
 GEORGE W. MILLER 
 
 A dear, good friend, 
 
 A man that's true ; 
 Lawyer, Scholar, 
 
 Here is to you. 
 You stand the test 
 
 Rugged Pillar, 
 Right from the heart, 
 
 George W. Miller. 
 
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 FRANK M. ANDREWS 
 
 Great architect 
 
 And man of note, 
 To prove your worth, 
 
 It needs no vote. 
 It always shows 
 
 It is the best, 
 Your plans are right 
 
 And meet each test. 
 
 E. J. BERWIND 
 
 Great financier, 
 
 Great mining head, 
 Great in all ways 
 
 Where success led. 
 You have always 
 
 Been in the lead, 
 True merit counts ; 
 
 It does, indeed. 
 
 MARTIN L. STOVER 
 
 Here's to you Judge, 
 
 With record long, 
 One ever fair 
 
 And one most strong. 
 I toast from the heart 
 
 Over and over ; 
 A good friend always, 
 
 Martin L. Stover. 
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 ERNEST M. STIRES 
 
 Cultured scholar, 
 
 A preacher great ; 
 A man of God, 
 
 Whose worth does rate. 
 With the greatest 
 
 In this fair land, 
 Rector of love 
 
 And helping hand. 
 
 B. A. JUDD 
 
 Always working, 
 
 Both, night and day ; 
 For his client, 
 
 That is Judd's way. 
 You'll get service, 
 
 Untiring zeal ; 
 His work is good, 
 
 His efforts real. 
 
 DANIEL P. RITCHEY 
 
 Hotel expert 
 
 The truth I wire, 
 When I style you, 
 
 Popular choice. 
 A man of heart, 
 
 A skill that's rare, 
 You win each time 
 
 By treatment fare. 
 
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 Here is hoping 
 
 You and I, 
 Will meet sometime; 
 
 Well we'll try. 
 
 Here's to you 
 Honey bunch, 
 
 Name the date 
 Quiet lunch. 
 
 Here's to you 
 
 Eyes of blue, 
 Just one chance 
 
 I'll steal you. 
 
 HAROLD A. BIGGS 
 
 It's a delight 
 
 To talk to you, 
 One who always 
 
 Has something new. 
 You're a winner 
 
 Every day, 
 Best luck always 
 
 On lifes highway. 
 
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 CASEY 
 REMINISCENCES 
 
 BY 
 COL. WILLIAM H. ROWE, JR. 
 
 From 
 
 THE START OF 
 PROFESSIONAL BASEBALL 
 
 IN 1871 to 1877 
 INCLUSIVE
 
 THE START WITH THE ATHLETICS IN 
 SEVENTY-ONE. 
 
 In Sivinty-One we started 
 The professional game of ball, 
 
 Wid a joyous feelin' 
 Them days I now recall. 
 
 Twuz the Athletics 
 
 That year wid whom I played, 
 Reach, Cuthbert, Radcliffe, 
 
 Men of the highest grade. 
 
 Sensenderfer Heubel, 
 
 Bechtel, Fisler, Malone 
 My ! thim byes were players 
 
 And how I loved the tone 
 
 Of the bat of Meyerle 
 Whin hard he hit the ball. 
 
 Levi, Champion Batter, 
 Twuz he that had the call. 
 
 And how I loved the tears 
 
 Of all the other side 
 Whin wan after 'nother 
 
 Were pitched out by McBride. 
 
 Pinchin' championship, 
 
 'Twas proud, indade, we felt 
 Givin' Philadelphy 
 
 The good ould winning belt. 
 
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 Throughout the intire year 
 We got beat sivin times, 
 
 A record unbroken 
 
 I'll bet dollars to dimes. 
 
 Wan day whin they did us 
 We did not need a bat, 
 
 We were playing Cleveland, 
 They had Champ. Pitcher Pratt. 
 
 Wan by wan he mowed us, 
 And all of us struck out. 
 
 'Way across Lake Erie 
 You could hear Cleveland shout 
 
 It was very funny 
 
 When I took up me stick 
 For all the good I did 
 
 I might have used a pick. 
 
 I crouched, I jumped an' hit 
 
 But only got a fall. 
 I repeated that stunt 
 
 Wid each an' ev'ry ball. 
 
 I gasped, I strained, I yelled 
 
 An' final down I sat 
 Upon the ould home plate, 
 
 Gazin' at Pitcher Pratt. 
 
 Regainin' ease quickly, 
 
 I sprang upon me feet, 
 Me face wuz lots whiter 
 
 Than mother's ould bed sheet. 
 
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 1 twirled the bat above, 
 I spun it down below, 
 
 I flushed it at me side; 
 No fakir in a show 
 
 Iver done it better 
 Than I did on the day 
 
 When before Pitcher Pratt 
 We all did fade away. 
 
 WITH BOSTON IN SEVENTY-TWO. 
 
 For four straight years they held it, 
 And I'll tell you what I'll do, 
 
 I'll bet ould Bunker Hill 
 
 'Gainst your mother's overshoe, 
 
 American players, 
 
 Hurah ! Red, White and Blue. 
 The never-beaten boys, 
 
 The boys of Sev'nty-Two. 
 
 Hear ye, all ye Fanners, 
 
 They're the best I have met . 
 
 Now a long time after 
 I safely make me bet. 
 
 Al Spalding, I greet you, 
 I hail your grand old name, 
 
 There never was grander 
 In the National Game. 
 
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 The Champion Pitcher, 
 And for five straight years 
 
 With Al Spalding pitching 
 It always calmed our fears. 
 
 Talk about your fliers, 
 
 We had Wright Brothers, then, 
 These aeroplane fellows, 
 
 And while they're both good men, 
 
 I'd rather have the old 
 
 The George and Harry Wright ; 
 Thim two famous brothers 
 
 Wid whom I fought the fight. 
 
 Monarchs of the diamond, 
 
 No greater ever ruled 
 Than Cal McVey, Rogers, 
 
 Than Shafer, Leonard, Gould. 
 
 Greatest second baseman, 
 Ross Barnes for all, all time, 
 
 You'll hold the star record 
 Bet the sky to a dime. 
 
 Mutuals of New York, 
 
 They came to town one day, 
 
 And old Bostonians 
 
 Remimber well the play. 
 
 They had a crack fielder, 
 Dave Eggler 'twas his name 
 
 He held centre ricord 
 In that olden day's game. 
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 Sez George Wright to me, "Casey, 
 You pound the old ball hard." 
 
 Sez I, "George, I'll send it 
 To Ol'ver Holmes's yard." 
 
 I tuk me position, 
 
 A'standing at the plate, 
 I turns an' sez, "Georgie, 
 
 Just watch me hit the gate." 
 
 Then I began thinkin' 
 
 The good old Autocrat 
 Might get hurted badly 
 
 Whin I swung out me bat. 
 
 Thin I sez, "I'll raise it, 
 
 I'll pierce the cloudless sky." 
 
 Like an arrow darting, 
 It found its way on high. 
 
 For about just wan hour, 
 
 The crowd it hild its breath, 
 
 Dave Eggler, the centre, 
 
 He stood as white as death. 
 
 Thin swiftly it came down, 
 
 An' faster an' faster, 
 Just like a shootin' star, 
 
 But Dave was a master. 
 
 'Twas thought the jar would kill, 
 
 But never on your soul, 
 Eggler says, "My baby, 
 
 You must have reached the pole." 
 
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 He reached out so dainty, 
 He tuk it wid such grace, 
 
 Boston rose to honor, 
 An' marked his standin' place. 
 
 WITH THE MUTUALS IN SEVENTY-THREE. 
 
 New York, seventy-three, 
 
 'Twas there I had the time ; 
 Oh, thim golden ball days, 
 
 About thim I will rhyme. 
 
 Those old timer patrons 
 
 Of the great, much-loved game, 
 
 We'll niver see their like now, 
 They can never be the same. 
 
 Those old sport New Yorkers, 
 How they would cheer each play ; 
 
 How they'd lean above you 
 To help you on the way. 
 
 From ev'ry part of the stand, 
 
 They'd give a friendly wave, 
 Sayin' "You're great, you Casey, 
 
 An' so is Nate an' Dave." 
 
 Boston made a visit, 
 It wuz a great game, 
 
 Full of snappy playin', 
 No moment wuz it tame. 
 
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 Champion Georgia Wright, 
 
 Champion Natie Hicks, 
 Were the two great players, 
 
 That took in all the tricks. 
 
 Nate Hicks, greatest catcher, 
 In Sev'nty-three an' four, 
 
 That day he sure ate 'em 
 Could any man do more? 
 
 Twas Andy Leonard fouled 
 
 A high one, yes, for fair ; 
 Natie sprang just cat-like 
 
 'Tis now I see him tkere. 
 
 A-climbin' up the stand, 
 
 A-jumpin' to the top, 
 The spectators yellin' 
 
 An' the fat Irish cop 
 
 Tried to wobble after, 
 
 For he said it is wrong 
 For Hicks to be climbin' 
 
 The game should go along. 
 
 But Nate knew his bizness, 
 He grabbed the droppin' ball, 
 
 Leapt back upon the ground 
 To hear the cheerin' call. 
 
 George Wright, that famous name, 
 Shortstop without a peer, 
 
 From sev'nty-one to four, 
 The leader ev'ry year. 
 
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 New York paid him homage, 
 
 His many pretty plays 
 Was the one sure topic 
 ' Throughout the winter's days. 
 
 The bases could be full, 
 To short the ball could go, 
 
 Hit by a great hitter 
 
 So hard it seemed just so 
 
 That no man, if human, 
 Would get within its way ; 
 
 But not so Georgie Wright, 
 For he was there to play. 
 
 Quick he'd pull that fast ball, 
 An' glance at ev'ry base, 
 
 All runners had started 
 A smile upon his face. 
 
 For well he knew he had 
 Just only to choose one ; 
 
 So at home he threw it 
 An' stopped a winnin' run. 
 
 So, George Wright, I hail you, 
 
 About it all agree, 
 For no shortstop equals 
 
 Your game of sev'nty-three. 
 
 WITH THE MUTUALS IN SEVENTY-FOUI 
 
 I still kept on playin', 
 
 sez Casey to the crowd, 
 Wid the old Mutuals, 
 
 An' uv it I wuz proud. 
 
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 In sivinty-four we wint 
 To cities here and there, 
 
 Always in ev'ry game 
 
 We'd make the ball fans stare. 
 
 That year I remimber 
 
 A great big stick wielder 
 
 Al Gedney, Athletics' 
 Champion left fielder. 
 
 Champion batter then, 
 
 Oh, how he'd paste the pill, 
 
 McMullen, Athletics, 
 
 McMullen good old Bill. 
 
 Champion centre field, 
 
 No matter where they lines, 
 
 High ones, low ones, hot ones, 
 Were gobbled by Paul Hines. 
 
 They would paste the valley, 
 Or paste the highest hills, 
 
 They tumbled to the mit 
 Of me ould friend Ed. Mills. 
 
 Champion man on third, 
 
 No matter how they'd light, 
 
 He wuz there to nail 'em 
 Me ould frind, Willie White. 
 
 Mart King of Chicago, 
 An' ould Lip Pike of Troy, 
 
 They hild fieldin' records 
 In early days, me boy. 
 
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 \ 
 
 Peters of Chicago, 
 Remsen of St. Louis, 
 
 Jones of Cincinnati 
 
 Greater min than Dewey. 
 
 Tommy York of Hartford, 
 Chicago's Johnny Glenn, 
 
 Also take their places 
 Wid the Champion men. 
 
 St. Louis had others, 
 Joe Batten, Davy Force, 
 
 Champion third and short, 
 In old days early course. 
 
 Great players of the East, 
 Great players of the West, 
 
 John Farrell, George Shaffer, 
 Chicago's old Joe Juest. 
 
 Burdock of Hartford, 
 
 John Manning, out in right, 
 Playin' ball fer Boston, 
 
 Champions day and night 
 
 Old Holdsworth of New York, 
 An' he played ball wid me, 
 
 One more great right fielder, 
 On that we all agree. 
 
 Athletics, Philadelphy, 
 You surely had a peach, 
 
 All honor, yes, forever, 
 To Fielder A. J. Reach. 
 
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 Say, I have talked so long 
 I've forgot about a game, 
 
 But come around again, 
 The talkin' wont be tame. 
 
 WITH THE MUTUALS IN SEVENTY-FIVE. 
 
 Me third year in New York 
 
 With the Mutual Nine 
 Wuz marked by many games 
 
 Considered mighty fine. 
 
 We played ould New Bedford, 
 That town down in the East, 
 
 An' say, me boys sluggin' 
 That wuz a battin' feast. 
 
 Twinty home runs the total, 
 
 An' tin for either side, 
 Whin I didn't make me third, 
 
 Why, cull, I almost cried. 
 
 There was swift George Bradley, 
 He could pitch 'lectric balls ; 
 
 They charged the air so fierce, 
 You 'most got breakfast calls. 
 
 Charlie Reilly, catcher, 
 
 An' a good catcher, too, 
 An' John an' Aaron Clapp, 
 
 Good players that I knew. 
 
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 Two good ould long hitters, 
 The Mansells, Tom and Mike; 
 
 Ah, me boy, they'd smash 'em, 
 Just whin and where they'd like. 
 
 "Clipper" Gold Medal Hawkes, 
 Herman Doscher, good man, 
 
 McManus, Shoup, Nelson, 
 All took a mighty stan'. 
 
 I wuz the first batter, 
 
 An' Bradley, how he'd grin, 
 
 Sez I "Georgie Bradley, 
 
 Bet me gold 'gainst your tin, 
 
 I'll knock the ball to Troy, 
 
 Home of Paddy Ryan." 
 Straight it wint sailin' there, 
 
 An' George started cryin'. 
 
 That wuz only pikin', 
 
 The nixt time that I hit 
 It wint a thousand miles 
 
 That's honest, iv'ry bit. 
 
 Some other ould timers, 
 Each one a mighty man, 
 
 Who used to fire the fans, 
 An' round the bases ran. 
 
 Art Irwin, Paul Radford, 
 C. Smith, Hague, McGeary, 
 
 Ah, talkin' of ould friends 
 Niver am I weary. 
 
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 Cliff Carroll, Gilligan, 
 An' Nava all good boys 
 
 Ah, thim bright golden days 
 I count among me joys. 
 
 THE BOYS OF SEVENTY-SIX WITH CHICAGO. 
 
 I feel patriotic, 
 
 As I tell it to you, 
 About the soldier boys, 
 
 Yis, yis, indade I do. 
 
 A hundred years after 
 Lexington battle day 
 
 Massachusetts witnessed 
 Another bloody fray. 
 
 We marched from Chicago, 
 Each shoulderin' a bat, 
 
 All clad in soldier clothes, 
 Wid a sombrero hat. 
 
 Tin min in the army, 
 
 Success the countersign, 
 
 'Twuz the inspiration 
 Of the Chicago nine. 
 
 For five long years the East 
 Had hild the pinnant there, 
 
 An' now its for the West, 
 It is, by all that's fair. 
 
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 Marchin' very proudly, 
 By all the pretty girls, 
 
 We were cheered on ourway 
 
 And many a boquet 
 
 Was thrown at us often 
 Wid many a kindly word, 
 
 It started us singin' 
 Just like a little bird. 
 
 Whin we reached the Commons 
 The crowd there was immense, 
 
 All Boston was aroused, 
 The feelin' there was tense. 
 
 The drums began to beat, 
 
 The guns began to roar, 
 Sivinteen-Siv'nty-Six 
 
 Wuz nothin' any more. 
 
 It wuz now forgotten, 
 
 Otis, Adams, John Hancock, Jay, 
 Were only just relics 
 
 Of an old by-gone, simple day. 
 
 We were hist'ry makers, 
 
 The giant min of fame ; 
 We were there, there to win 
 
 The great decidin' game. 
 
 Like maddened Roman chiefs 
 We fought out to the grounds. 
 
 The wild Boston party, 
 
 Their fury knew no bounds. 
 
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 We charged thim right and left, 
 We chased thim one and all, 
 
 We battered down the fince 
 To play a game of ball. 
 
 Well, there's no use tellin', 
 'Tis known by iv'ry child, 
 
 We tilegraphed it home 
 They say the town wint wild. 
 
 Chicago, Chicago, 
 
 You won the game that day 
 Spaulding, Jim White, Ross Barnes, 
 
 Hines, Anson and McVey. 
 
 Chicago, Chicago, 
 
 Ye mighty, mighty men, 
 Bielaski and Andy, 
 
 John Peters and John Glenn. 
 
 WITH BOSTON IN SEVENTY- SEVEN. 
 
 "Casey, if you'll stay here 
 
 In seventy-seven, 
 We'll offer you anything 
 
 You want outside of Heaven." 
 
 They told me that the day 
 That day in sev'nty-six 
 
 We bore out the pinnant, 
 An' trumped all Boston's tricks. 
 
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 The salary was big 
 
 I cannot name the price, 
 But it was so juicy, 
 
 I could live swell an' nice. 
 
 I took a floor at Young's, 
 I had me meals served there, 
 
 'Twas hundred dollar tips 
 Wid iv'ry bill of fare. 
 
 Thousands wint for jewels, 
 Hundreds wint for flowers, 
 
 Oh, byes, thim days at Young's 
 Were me happiest hours. 
 
 Thin wid me coach and four 
 
 I'd drive out to the game, 
 Cheers all along the way 
 
 Iv'ry day it wuz the same. 
 
 "King Casey, we greet you," 
 The boys and girls would say. 
 
 Great seventy-seven, 
 
 Ah, that was Casey's day. 
 
 We had the champion 
 
 On land, in sky, on pond, 
 The champion pitcher, 
 
 Me old pal Tommy Bond. 
 
 Catcher, yes, we had him, 
 He'd hold the hottest down, 
 
 Here's to old friend Louy. 
 
 Me good ould friend Lou Brown. 
 
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 John Morrill, great player, 
 
 I give me hand to you, 
 Your heart was always right, 
 
 Your playin' just as true. 
 
 Oh, great Boston players, 
 Leonard. Sutton, Jim White, 
 
 O'Rourke, Harry Shafer, 
 
 An' great and good George Wright. 
 
 In memory you're playin' now, 
 
 As round the field we ran, 
 Once again face to face, 
 
 Old star, T. H. Murnane. 
 
 Well, we brought the flag back, 
 The pennant flew once more, 
 
 Massachusetts forever, 
 Upon your iv'ry shore. 
 
 THE BASEBALL HALL OF FAME. 
 
 Presidents, Generals, 
 
 Big men, yes, one and all, 
 Your places may be great, 
 
 But greater still Base Ball. 
 
 It is the one and only, 
 
 It is the Nation's game, 
 And what is more fitting 
 
 Than Base Ball's Hall of fame. 
 
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 As I alone to-night 
 
 In mem'ry see the faces, 
 I can think of many 
 
 Who filled honored places. 
 
 My selections I make, 
 
 And upon records fair, 
 Players stand on records, 
 
 The best will ere stand there. 
 
 So from the old timers, 
 
 The oldest in baseball, 
 I select the leaders 
 
 And place them in fame's Hall. 
 
 Al Spaulding, Cap. Anson, 
 
 Geo. Wright, Ross Barnes, McBride, 
 I point to iv'ry one, 
 
 Yes, iv'ry one with pride. 
 
 I can see it shining, 
 
 The brightest kind of light, 
 On Meyerle, McMullen, 
 
 Two brothers name of White. 
 
 It shines there in the night, 
 
 Yes, just as bright as day, 
 For Leonard, West Fisler, 
 
 John Peters and McVey. 
 
 For Jim O'Rourke, Morrill, 
 
 Dairy mple and Joe Start, 
 Bill Fisher, Jake Evans, 
 
 Names fire the baseball heart. 
 
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 For Cassidy, Burdock, 
 
 Harry Schaefer, Paul Hines, 
 
 Tom York, Tom Bond, Dave Force, 
 All under starry signs. 
 
 Radcliffe, Manning, Holdsworth, 
 Geo. Shaffer and George Strief, 
 
 Remsen, Eggler, Gedney, 
 Each one a baseball chief. 
 
 Bob Ferguson, Mack, Mills, 
 Nate Hicks, Batten, Malone, 
 
 Snyder, Pratt, Sullivan, 
 
 Breathe them with softest tone. 
 
 A. J. Reach, Harry Wright, 
 
 Quest, Gould and Johnny Glenn, 
 
 Sutton, Wood, Jones and King, 
 All mighty baseball men. 
 
 The light 'tis e'er dazzling, 
 
 And casts a glory tint 
 Upon such names as Cuthbert, 
 
 And on Catcher Frankie Flint. 
 
 God bless mighty heroes, 
 
 All names 'tis I revere, 
 If I've made omission, 
 
 Your names I still hold dear. 
 
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 INDEX 
 
 Page 
 
 Acer, Frank Adams 55 
 
 Alexander, George 66 
 
 Allen, R. T 59 
 
 Alms, William 37 
 
 Andrews, Frank M 69 
 
 Appleton, Robert W 50 
 
 Baby Sweetheart 47 
 
 Baker, Isaac V., Jr 19 
 
 Baltz, Bessie 51 
 
 Bartlett, W. H 63 
 
 Bascom, Robert 60 
 
 Baseball Hall of Fame, The 90 
 
 Bayard, Thomas F 6 
 
 Beatty, A. Chester 43 
 
 Berwind, E. J 69 
 
 Biggs, Harold A 71 
 
 Blach, William Harmon 68 
 
 Black, Mrs. John A 24 
 
 Elaine, James G 39 
 
 Boardman, Henry F 32 
 
 Boys of Seventy-Six with Chicago, The 87 
 
 Brennan, Joseph P 40 
 
 Breslin, James H 63 
 
 Brown, Alexander T 53 
 
 Bryan, Mrs. William Jennings 5 
 
 Calhoun, John C 20 
 
 Casey Reminiscences 73 
 
 Castleman, John B 35 
 
 Chanler, Lewis S 44 
 
 Cluett, George B 14 
 
 Clews, James B 40 
 
 Cobb, D. Raymond 54 
 
 Cockran, W. Bourke 64 
 
 Collins, M. F 33 
 
 Davis, John B 57 
 
 Davison, H. P 19 
 
 Djckinson, Charles Courter 61 
 
 Dickinson, Stanton C 44 
 
 Faneshawe, William S 10 
 
 Ford, D. W 62 
 
 Fowler, Bishop C. H 35 
 
 Gaynor, William J 52 
 
 Gibbons, Dr. Richard 49 
 
 Goldsmith, B. B 50 
 
 Green, George E 40 
 
 Gurley , Lewis E 9 
 
 Hammond, Natalie 54 
 
 Happy Ones, The 29 
 
 Healy, Father 67 
 
 Hendricks, Thomas A 7 
 
 High Falutin' Preacher 38 
 
 Hine, Walter R 59 
 
 Hollingshead and Campbell 37 
 
 Holtzinger, Eugene 63 
 
 Hone, Alice Castleman 36 
 
 Rowland, Ed 60 
 
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 Page 
 
 Huhn, George A L 15 
 
 Hull, Edgar 57 
 
 "If Ye Abide in Me" 15 
 
 Ingalsbe, Grenville M 58 
 
 Irwin, Theodore 39 
 
 Jefferson, Joseph 9 
 
 Johnston, Miss Sue 43 
 
 Judd. B. A 70 
 
 Kellogg, Joseph A 57 
 
 Kernan, Walter N 33 
 
 King, Joseph E 32 
 
 Langham, Arthur G 41 
 
 Langley, E. D. W 56 
 
 Lawrence, William M 37 
 
 Little King of Dreamland, The 10 
 
 Lytle Hull 46 
 
 Mann, Elias P 31 
 
 May, Dr. Calvin S 61 
 
 McCabe, Bishop C. C 8 
 
 McCarren, Patrick H 36 
 
 McKeldin, Mrs. Bessie K 45 
 
 McKinney, Mary Wilkes 62 
 
 McLeod, Charles A 8 
 
 Miller, George W 68 
 
 Miller, Justus 9 
 
 Morton, Paul 18 
 
 Moorhead, R. B 24 
 
 Moyer, William L 38 
 
 Murphy, Charles F 51 
 
 My Beau Algy 49 
 
 O'Brien, Dean 60 
 
 O'Kane, James 46 
 
 Osborne, Thomas M 52 
 
 Pack, Charles Lathrop 67 
 
 Papa and Baby 21 
 
 Palmer, Bradley W 68 
 
 Paris, Charles R 58 
 
 Parker, James S 58 
 
 Parr, Henry A 34 
 
 Peabody, George Foster 61 
 
 Pettit, Horace 67 
 
 Platt, Thomas C 19 
 
 Ragan, Willis 45 
 
 Reichmann, Joseph B 23 
 
 Reid, Daniel G 56 
 
 Rice, Miss May 62 
 
 Robinson, Mrs. Beverly 42 
 
 Robinson, James D 51 
 
 Rockwood, Nash 18 
 
 Sangster, Mrs. Margaret E 42 
 
 Savage, Henry W 10 
 
 Schwab, Charles M 45 
 
 Seaman, Frank 59 
 
 Shepard, Edward M 52 
 
 Sheridan, Philip H 6 
 
 Sherman, William T 5 
 
 Shonts, Theodore P 20 
 
 Simpson, Bishop Matthew 8 
 
 Sims, Charles N 7 
 
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 Pagi 
 
 Sloan, George B 34 
 
 Smith, Charles E. W 44 
 
 Smith, Ed 36 
 
 Smith, E. Eldridge 53 
 
 Smith, J. William 55 
 
 Smith, Robert L 53 
 
 Start with The Athletics in Seventy-One, The 75 
 
 Stilwell, L. B 66 
 
 Stires, Ernest M 70 
 
 Stover, Martin L 69 
 
 Stuart, J. E. B 54 
 
 Sullivan, Tames F 10 
 
 Sulzer, William 56 
 
 Sutphin, W. L 47 
 
 Swift, Jeanette 43 
 
 Taft, Mrs. William H 5 
 
 Tappen, Shepard 32 
 
 Taylor, Flower 41 
 
 Taylor, Marion E 35 
 
 Tilford, Frank 64 
 
 Tilden, Samuel J 7 
 
 Tillinghast, Joseph J 31 
 
 Thomas, Mrs. E. R 42 
 
 Thurman, Allan G 6 
 
 To My Sweetheart 14 
 
 Two Angels, The : 
 
 Volunteer Lawyer, The 24 
 
 Waldorf-Astoria, The 22 
 
 Walsh, Ossie J 34 
 
 Walton, Sim 49 
 
 Waters, George Safford 55 
 
 Watson, Mrs. C. W 41 
 
 Waugh, Henry Proctor 65 
 
 Weed, George S 
 
 With Boston in Seventy-Seven j 
 
 With Boston in Seventy-Two - 
 
 With The Mutuals in Seventy-Three j 
 
 With The Mutuals in Seventy-Four 1 
 
 With The Mutuals in Seventy-Five 85 
 
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