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Each separate clipping has individual hinges which admits of a single clipping or the whole collection being turned back at once like a leaf of a book, which permits the user to read every line on the following clipping and without any danger of separating any of the clippings from the page. I,. I ' k 11 0 **: 0 0*, " ' I 0 -. " v,. u 0 4 0..6 - 4 a JI i I - i L s X - A Amendment. -. Anotherer Verion. Apologies to the Ancients. At the Philinpines. B Page 3 6 3 1 Battle Prayer. Be ore Santiago. Boy that went with Teddy. Boys who are coming back. Bugle calls. Burden of Hispania. Page 6 14 14 17 1 15 c D Call to Arms. Cock Robin Revised. Coming Home. Coming Woe. Country's call. Crying need. Page 16 11 16 Discouraged industry. Dragen of the Seas. Dudes before Snmtiago. Page 2 5 1 18 14 1 E 1898 and 1562. Everywhere the same. Page 7 8 - ' r tg-/o -/ 79- 7 C - F Fighting Yankee Tar. Folk who speak English. For him that fell. For love of Home. Free women in war time. TFiction. From a Rural District. from Spain s Navy. Gen. Lee 's Remarks. Getting On. Great Effort's finish. Page 17 11 1 2 11 10 8 1 Page 6 H He cut the cable first. He was with Schley. His Heroes. Hobson's way. Hol' dem Phillupines. Home Again. Hope of Dawn. Page 9 1 16 3 6 16 10 I I'm a mule. Imperialism. Infanta?Maria Teresa. Int errupt ion. Page 16 3 17 11 J im. Page 16 L Lesson on the new map. Liberty's Flage Little Revennes. Page 3 12 I K M Martial Spirit. "Mten behind the Guns" lichigan Naval Reserve. Moving Spirit. My Uncle Sam. N Page 7 7 10 11 Negro soldier. Page 8 New school song. 2 New Tune. 10 Night in Fernandina. 2 Now you're ofi t' Porto Rico. 14 O 0, Ship, sail on! Oh we are insurgents! Old Glory. P Page 5 15 8 Pioneers oat Freedom Plea tor Peace. Put to slight. Page 13 7 17 -7 w I 1_ Q-R Red Cross. Regular. "Remember the Maine"l. Page 7 15 17 S Page Say, Cervera! Youtre a fellow. 9 Ships of Spain. 18 Since Father's gone to war. 1 Soldier Tommy s comin'. 12 Song ror the Times. 6 Songs or the Hour. 8 Sons of the Battleship Stokers. 17 Spain's Navy in the Seas, 2 Spain's Peace Oommission. 10 Spanish prisoner. 17 Stark, his name wuz, 13= Statesman's apprehension. 4 Study in Color. 10 Sweetheart of a soldier. 7 r:1: T WV Tj ~e= Deum/. - - s: Page That-: lanana Feeling.. They remembered: the M;aine Tin Soldier; - To the:crew loX:Te Yosemite To t:heYTifth M aryland. Tothe Sapnimards. Trooner- s Thanksgiving -me o- ries. Two Nations. 9 10 12 14 11 12 4 12 15 7ar Ech:o Page 7 Warrior:o:01 the Q. M.D.: ':. 13 hat: tfo. do. 9 W!hat to- wear. ax: When Pa comes marchin' home. 4 W herefore? -. With Hobson to te fore* 4 omen who wai t. X-Y-Z Yankee Doodle, Dewey. Paege 6 U-V -Uncle -Sam to Gome&z n —:cle Samimy: s Engineer.. _ (:X:f- /;S - - [: - - Voice 0 io tne Hour.;Vo ice of t he Oregon. Page 7 5 8 5 4 f ' lOFI FATHER'S e;1Nt TO WAR. Y: V '= gla tm Ad;his fi ghtis goin'1 — o;.It's gret,t I tely ui -wt;-;. — r- - J- ust see theway' w e've swiped the Don, -;: And the islands that wvegvptt. - t - I'r;.glad that Spain was sassyAagdi& we. fo-.- ugt hiar tr ---.- h rmI ' havin'.Jit a glorious time since father r went to war. I -_' ^I-never mo t tthe law no — ^:- m: *Siine.father mlarched i- ' -F.,a-a Tht's- - T -s done by the hired -mI next doeor t=; W;tbhout- a cent of pay;The n-g tborshey 'ara aliw-ayebringin' i. e -c:ream1 andae-,, - c Aind we.giet thebest thaat 's gain', "fo>r. the ahsent s;oldier's -sake." - - FM- T kla4:h-fi i-et -th is fht I i o or am hboes sine fatherts gone, ' Arndo t hOuse you -Y rU I hopei - that - Spahn yo b -*ile t she's got Islasid for -, —' -'.:-I'm rhavin' what you'd oalla sn a p snap e t f = sali ithers war. - l-. - - evela-na — d Leader. TRl= flU^ RFOREA SA1,lAGAO9:.: y s off- edwhniw we lined up with Teddy,:(=n ai -: F; we were dudes and all that;: eyj ^inaginedthaity "Ohoiy"rol id "e W - ul* 4 faint at the drop of aht /: a h t B lt teem lbok there in te dtches,-; -Bl^sdtafned by thf -wetl it the van, -- And sntill be - a man.t-. T sd h:at we'd w lt und-er- fie k And r-ud -if t ohe feaisaid "Boot' -:Bt -A felW may -have a rich sire G_ - Ansd still h a p triot, too Lock th e -Xbbre where we tet twice o? nui-' Where the life-blood of dudes drence4 __4 who = o te -t-otf-; -:dud es "-: ^ = - r;e n- Te swell that lie In their last slumber e* nhe -d at tnis or r-! - rowit n Bu a waro-r: —.:a - a M i A,- h lfet them look to hern` ion a re ne calle I Blood-stain by th d in the vaft- Vu-f,- W - ~'- c, -- -:: * ii = - ~ y i[XM FI.:V - -OM H. T Victory! Shout for:thef rlave!t - Hurra: for the men Whto have wnFor the livint cheers, but oury tear:.s F ior the hert w ork Is dne -. =Oh sweet is-the taste o: suc - S.-II -Inlthie sanrinairyt a-: - f -:- r y - = Our flag floats- -wheres- sime swyed, but: ' - the re~- ':- X -: - -. - r V;Was a terribleV price to ea /.ay Mfake wreaths for the brave who -Iive,: 'a Let us crown the men who la d- l But teiars imust do for the herates wh o ^; - r Pie there in the, trenches, deadt Oh sweet Is the taste of succees thrice glorious was:the dary! ":;-i Our ba nner is where shae swayed, but there::: - Was a Lterrible price tox! - j - ictoryT Shout for-the brave! w - - L Let In welkin ring with cheers. -Wrl= BOut what cares he whose t soul is -re= pr For paldits or for tears? j Our cheers and our - -love:might have ^S^^ - served: -:; - "::;: To spur him;- on, yesterday — - Oh ou- rr flag is where sha-me- swayed, but IP'serv'thered ' ' -W as ar -terrible-rice to pay - llt, ht. - res -l wo s-Cleveland Leader,? And lewet IantB i boys Weve-Dewey suitsadDeyhat-. V '- | " t-we Ten-'w e t The -nm 'inwo- y.-fll s Noiw here, no- t - here gi Wve've lfots ofDe^y thig b Are ot on teweyr me _ r - At thie PhilipnineS-.. r - With Spanish words and Fapua, too, - Some trouble -we -must-ear.- We may, as well -ang outA- he sign,: -:IB G Germana not spok h...W & $ 4 ;:B:t -3=w -akBP iM RETVWNED $O'WIE:.RS IIXWfTAJNED AT 1nI-ONTGOMIRY 'RIFIW AH.3J'-Y", Coimpi M, Thirty-second: R-tgimn.t, wa given a: recepton and -opmpitmentary eiattaiement last Inlgiht at the Mtoentgmery Hiflaes' anaor6 Tlie preMminery was a:,"$ldiers' supper," in iutrtio. of ctm life: Hard tack was naturally the piece de hipper, Dan, you like an echo from..bottles, but; the i ever ring r -iior Nt The sons of Erin scattered to remotest ends t, earth - *.::. ^-. Love;r valor,. wit, transplanting from their mother. land of birth, In whatevert ctes they minglte be they dar;k. - -: ra1dist.aekie-,'.-s —,.: -.: —. th Celtio wvarmth. of heart 'n.d haad, iare sti r *~' Pr^l~jnt-.&f~*l< -"J'' <-" A N ~EW Si:CHOOL: SONG. - (Tune: "Marehing Throgh Georgia.") Play our school piano, and we'll sing an- other song — - Sing it with the spirit that-is worthy of our throng,. Sing it as we ought to sing it, voices good and strong, While we are shouting for liberty. ChorusHurrah! hurrah! We're setting Cuba free, 'Hurrah- hurrah- for the flag that makes them free; So we'll sing the chorus, here at home, while out at sea Our boys are gaining the vict'ry. Have you read the papers, have you heard i the joyful sound, HIow our gunboat Niashville has a transport found, How our own "Pat" Mullen, by his cannon turned it 'round As it was steaming to Havana? Buena Ventura is'the name of that transport That our dauntless sailors overcame with so much sport; And, as prize of war, did bring it into Key West port, And now are claiming the vict'ry. Don't forget the day. in which this warfare was begun, April twenty-second, at the rising of the sun. Hardly had they 'wakened 'fore they heard report of gun And we were gaining the vict'ry. Soon we've captured many steamers that belong to Spain, Pedro, Catalina, Miguel Jover, now are gain; Saturnina, Panama are ones that we'll retain 'While we are fighting for Quba. Not alone their steamers but their schooners are our prey, Ftor Mathilda, Canelita, could not get away; Sofa, Candidia, Antonia will stay While we are fighting for Cuba..-... -.. - V. -G. MAYS.,raew Baltimore, Mich.:t:' ~FOR LOVE OF HOME. -(Dgad...Harvey Atkins, Co. I, Second Massachusetts, of nostalgia, July 25......From Shatter's report.) Beneath the glaring light of tropic skies The homesick soldier lay; Visions of home before his tired eyes, Home-far away! Hunger and suffering, trials fierce and dread, Through these he 'bore his part; But when the time passed on with slower tread, Low sank his heart. Through scorching day and through the long, long night, His fevered mind would roam Back to some scene, some well-beloved sight ij f "Home, sweet home." Whom had he left within the dear old place — Mother, sweetheart or bride?, We only know that longing for some face, Grieving, he died. Oh, there are many others like to him, Counting each weary day; Many a heart is aching, eyes are dim, Far, far away! Send them a greeting and a word of cheer: "Courage! 'Twill soon be past; Soon in the north your voices we shalh hear'Home, home at last!' " NNA MATH-EWSON A The Sixty-ninth were not unknown to each and every: one,. Who has- read the. blooi' drama that was fought at first Bull Bu.t; How- Corcoran and his brave boys stood like a i W"wallof fie:re And raised "Old Gilry's' stars of hope above disasters 4dire;.,;-: And so, my tuneful ninstrel, the Thirty-second knew -.: -- - The feek of strength bapized iA blood that they would flind,in you;,! How short Would fbe the. struggle, be the foema: -.whom he may,. With Mhic n an ad brave New York united for the fray. WeV followed, brave MoGurrin; he's of that fightng rae.- That o:t on many a field of fame has laughed in i. ath's pai-e face, With 'k-ynolde- for our major, and as brave a. o' ldier, too,. - otdlE, -th: As any that. the Sixty-ninth placed in command v er you. There' were Lothrop, -art and Starkey, Dupont:and. Considine, As brave a grotp of olfIcers as ever led aline; Aad others, whom to mention, would make a litany Of heroes all, who sprang at call to arm for - i liberty. M".'Slantha," Danny Boland, we'll ne'er forget th e day That gave you for or o comrirades at morning reveille; Our.ohaplain, lather.Kelly, sald " 'twid be a [ boon to die By the; side. of such great heroes, with. your green flag floating hig". - And when you are all mustered out, oh, seek no rmore exploit, - But come and pay a visit to your comrades in D- rolt, -.... '" ' ' We'll fortify your tomachs with "high balls," and. gin and beer, And our girls will all embrace you while we look A Discouraged Industry. mehow things don't seem at all jike they used to be. lus hear' 'bout some fight iar away at sea. Lpers have a lot o' newsnterestin', tooit this country's struck a gait Bu That's co3 irl4"i" O^ *ro - p' --- i S n's avy t the Seas. Old 9pain onc'e had a navy and some is-: lands - i the seas, 'iBt a change has been accomplished in af — fairs concerning her; Another flag, is flying where her banner wooed the breeze, And hl-r. boasted navy n6w is where hhr verdant islands were. =~i.: -Chicago News. ".;..:;,*.. *.-..........r.; ---- - 5 is in the field; the store. ithe argyments eard before. ic- when we've time mix; settin' round itics. -Washington Star. b': -I\ i -: - ri Iv I 4i i rttehn for The Detroit Free Press): All AmY}lvloI[i NT To ftie Bill Intoii eih bty =Senator BHoai, for tile Pkiote: tion ot tihe " AMERiGiAN FLrmA.G.9 BY WILTON IACKAYYE. Our soldier boys and sailor lads before the troops[ of Spain, Find courage in the vengeance cry "Remember t Boys, the Maine!" Then eyes flash fire and lips compress; relentless they as fate; From imat to ma that shibboleth will crystallize their hate,; But since our statesmen have agreed Old Glory; to protect No tasteless huckster now the flag to odium may subject; -We want a law enacted with speciflcal intent To trephan a sense of shame int the advertising 'gent.' I pick up the evening paper, "Poster" -type as- s-aults the view, In rhetorical inquiry, asks me What Did Dewey Do? (Or I think that it's rhetorical) but a-further reading shocks When I find he recommended Slegal Slopsky's i Seaniless Socks! he corner of the street a barker with a strident voice Cries to hurrying crowds the honor of th hero i HobSon's choice. But the glory of the Merrinia he doesn't much enhance When he tells us Hobson's choice Was always Dukin's Dollar Pants. The next one shouts, "We've got '*e corked!" The fancy makes me smile (Yankee simile expressive of our humor and our guile!) He's not boasting of ill-fortune that o'er-brims Cervera's cup! For it's Bunyon Bilious Bolus that he speaks of bottling up! A crowd at length arrests me, full a thousand men or more Reading "Bulletins from Cuba" at a big department store, And the bulletin informs me, "Victory now at last in view," Not a soldier lost in battle who wore Shunk's $3.00 shoe! Stay-at-homes who love your country, here Is something you can do! Wrest the battle cry of heroes from the bargaincounter crew, Show, with folks of sense of decency they try, but try in vain,.To dispose of bad suspenders bv rem.indiner of ~'~TU.~ ka laxA ~* HOBSOllI WAY, 0 true, and loyal and brave! In your prison's dark retreat, Can you hear, in the throbbing wave, The heart of your country beat? Can you hear the exultant voice.Of a nation, speaking as one, Sotunding your praise, while, with hearts that rejoice, They tell the thing you have done? We rejoice, oh! patriot soul, Not alone for the great deed done; Though 'twill live upon honor's roll So long as endures the sun, But you have won more than the fame That comes with the triumph of wars TYo have taken your country's name And written it midst the stars. You have said to the ntatiiont ld. "- MCPSERTA BMl^s,' Yer Utncle S'am is peaceful He never soughtt a fray, He lived mo'st econGomic So's to keep the wolf away, IHe ws a -mode:l youngster An' he didn't ever care FFur nmixin' into troubles Which was none of-has affair, But now' there's lots o' worry Fur fear he'll go astray - - 'CaUse- he's -gttin' a collectfion Of small -islands:far a way. An' he's enrifeiT hT-tr: +It-hi. - years. Star. - tLlUI' uo ireemen guarc tnelr;, in Hobson's way. i.wis Guy, in Now York Mail;f. t Apologies to f ~ i fX - = - i f.: ~ - - I It - X - wh - - I - -o e Etent i1 h,,-i snights when I can"t go tosle,,e,-1' heiar in'- pa or talking as if he was somewhere near — [of grepy feelin' goes all through mnd through me then, wisht,- lhe war was over and that Da w- Ahome tagen - ht that, Il of them could come 0 went With him that day, the neighbors say that there'll be iome g.,: n't never march this way. he's itst the bravest man you ever een, -, i bet, ain't never' knew no one as good as t he -is yet! a-n Ssit-. emagin that I see him rushn'through ms of shot and shell to raise the e hisby whn he be proud ' s war-chin' through the cheerif' -Cleveland Leader. i STATESMAN'S AIPDEURISION. rhere ain't no use o' talking," said an orator one day, Bout the richness of our conquests. Oe. don't want 'em any way. our scientists kin figger all -they choose, to show us how hem craters- knocked off long ago and ain't a-working now. hey waste their time reniindin' us how peaceable they've been; 'as my opinion habits will keep croppin' out ag'in. hev'd make me just as nervous as a Etn, _WITfi HOBSON TO THE FORE. - BY H. S. KELLER, These' be the times when heroes breast The tide and win undying fame; The times that try the brave, the best, To carve the honored name. The breeze that' fans the southern sea, To kiss the coral shore, Flpats fair the banner of the free With Hobson to:the fore. Flushed with. the buoyancy of youth, As bounden for some boyish play,. The hero goes to death? Forsooth, It so,' to,fame for aye! Ah! Men grow mad because they're not To face the Sulphurous pour Of shot and.shell, destruction hotWith Hobson to the fore,s No grim disastrous fate can quell The spirit for' the test: { The signals call-and they may dwell Or die, TValhalla's best, If to the veil eternal life They lead to lead no moreSo mote it be, they 'wait the strife, With Hobson to the fore. Awn to her rest beneath the wave The Merrimac's a-wreck: IA nation's voice huzzabhs the brave, Who stood upon her deck, Then here's to all the gallant crew! Huzzah from shore to shore! Three cheers for old red, white and blue — X-With — H-obson to the fore. TO THE SPANIARD S. From the Cleveland Plain Dealer.j By little ones that have died at their feet, By -the cries that have reached our ears, By the pain they have wrought on helpless ones, = AWe have measured their tale of years, I And it is black with evil deeds And heavy with women's tears. For that they have been unmerciful-; For the wickedness they have done. or that they have flouted the gentle Q word —. S he Jaws of the rifled gun | Shall speak to them, and tell the world That the murderers' race Is run. * r-. THE GON. - -;P- t-t E- >ORGN: be Dr~agoni;Ib Seas: T _ 'lie made the Atlantic surges red r' " 'Round every Spanish keel;: -..- i; - -" =: - - Piled Spanish decks with Spanish dead. By Tliomas Nelsoin:iPate. The noblest of Castile. T HEY say the Spanish troops are out Tc:seize the Spanish main;- From Del Fuego's beetling coastReach down the volume, boy, and read To sleety Hebrides, The story o'er again. He hounded down the Spanish-host -r '".... ' - - And swept the Spanish:seas. fHow when the Spaniard had the might, He drenched the earth like rain,. WIlth humnan blood, and nade it death e foulght till on Spain's inimost la-es To sail the Spanish main. 'Mid ora1nge bowe'rs set, L —a Mancla's dauqlghters feared to sail With tlrch alnd steel, with stake and rack, Lest they the- Dragon mret. He trampled out all truce, Until Queen Bess her leashes spfit, - ndi let uheBr seadog laooses ti King, Philip, of his raven reft, -nd let her sea hidogs loose.ead:.As forf e-1t L c-flaimed his- hea d:......- - The grenaf queen laughed his wrathl to se( God! How they sprang alnd how they tore! And knighted Drake instead..The Grenvilles, Hawkinls. Drake! Remember, boy, they wo-re;your sires I: They made the Spaniards 'quake! And gave him shiips and senlthim forih 'To clear the Spanish main -: They sprang- ike-lions for thpir prey, For England and for Eng-land's brood, Straight for the tihroat, anmalinl And sink the fleets-of Spain. By twos, by scorles- where',r they caught.. They fought the sh8'ps o- Spain... -. AlAnd'-well he wroulgt his mighty work, When Spain, in dark Ulloans bay, Till Ien that fatta'l day, Broke double-plighted faith. He tmet his ou-ly —conqueror Bold Hawkins fought his way through fire In Noinbre Dios bay'.:-ftr great — SUizbeth,...-:.- -. -..-........:: "-:. -' - kititr mat- 'pai eed -that davy!:There. in his shotted:hammock -swu-ng. &.~itt~~r Inait- `pa.l i-.-e.Wed -t:hat day -- She,rlained it to the lees; Amid the surge-s' sweep. - ~ He waits the lookout's signal Her fI:tiless guns that morn awokee ts te lo t s The. -ragon. of the Seas! Across the quiet deep.e-,.Fromn sen to sea he ravagedl fair. And dreams of dark Uolloa's hay A se-o",rg uwit-h fla'iilg bretah --- And Spanish treachery: Where'ce- thlb -,anlar ( sailled his shi-ps And how he tracked Magellan fai Sailed — Francis lrake and hDeath. Across the unknown sea.. aorn.others, froni - rs, to set a Others, to join iren with —our ters, we mailpthers, 'neath tween Us and ide, id our hearts lers, 'twere a brothers, you ter were no igeance must e. ty and nights ny guide the where pleasamparts fling and I see no ean's.heaving.thway ilke a Im for aught ':hers, for the course now isa Star. 's, for the air,od I claim to me the voices ' to urge my ying in whirl-;others, beckon rs, wait but a greeting shall mile; crasihing the No port was safe against his.ire, Secure no furthest shore;. The fairest day oft s-ank in fire Beatfore t tlra on's roar, >...' '.:'-.: -.'.. But if Spain fires a single shot - Upon, the Spanish main,... Bhe'll come to deem the Dragon.dead - Has3 waejed to le again.-,::- 0,,StIP, -SAIL omN 'TTo the: Eiagship A: I - % -.n.- 47 ->sv * irr"- + - angry cities all ablaze with light- the clang of bells and cannons' saill on across the summer sea! i sail on! thy lifeIs,bold and free rlessly thou sailest to and fro; Ired years have gone since on thei lor, we mailed _~ 7 _r:. _: _ _.O_ 1York Sun. — i.IJNOLE SAMMY'S INGI ER.::::: en -thaectdeks are cleared for action, i - - ArS ready to scream out the hate they 4':: d And: each man: -s -in his place, like te:: >i:-::::- ' — starting of. a= race. - Oh — h,:it's then he's stripped and worksi 7I-':.: L?:down b 'elow.: -( -. For theofficers may represent the brain, -'. P:.But the muscles and the bone - And. the dead hard work's his own, - - And ft's heigh for Uncle Sammy's enginpir h J And when i the fiht is hissing, howling- ot, Ai:.a-nd-bolts of death are -drivig througi It 's:-ofor: toW- guess how the " heeSth- work- and; sweat, an g:ot::~:s::: tte'Bs there th-:wark; and sweat, and- pot, -:: —':~:/:'::::::to-care'::;:.:-:: -::~' ': " ':::: -4 Our ships were held another country's slaves. r thou art free as air to come and go proudly sail, the Monarch of the Sea. sail on, whate'er thy course may By diay or night thou may'st not pause or,waves be kind, the days be fair; e assail thee- on thy journey. - - -- - -i-. L threre - billows toss — thee on -their foamy crest, - harmed, 0 ship, sail on across the sea. hie, sail on,h though daargers threaten hi lurking foe, or deadly shot and 11l,- -: - R t acheest all there is a higher Hand ly guide thy course and take con- - all is well, - ) summer sea! - r:or the icaptain, hea:may stand: upon:i a, i. 2-^. bridge,.. - -; A-nd,te men- they're there to load, f-e l- t he's down beneath the lot, A. - -.':.Where- It's hot- as - heill ishot,: And it's heigh for Uncle — Sammy's dn-; Its not: the lace:he covets, or the stripes- - His -uiforims: not: destined- to'be seenHt:e- the;- powr^-: underneath, with the oI ';r: — rint his teeth,:': - He's-: hI:drivng rods and steam of the machinpe-. -The: men above, teyre eseeing: what: they.: -6- - fg ht- f A k -wha lie-: e o:,- second:sight tJo: make-it -;:cl r -- - - -- oesi:his' figinggar'i: ^ Theofipsia PicketingGa^ io1 n e snail near Itne glatd re-fn iBoston Traiscriptt, : jok-s ae t rne expense:others. Of 'Von Molt he said: "Every time tt i s a declaration of warl the tapis, even Molj gets: talka;tive, and. w that of 1870-was resolved on, he suddenly got ten yee j.younger.:Previous to that was always crabbed and sur but no sooner was war decid upon than he became quite ch ty, recovered his ilking for cha;ne and strong cigars, and forgot the gout which he had contrac h reposing so long upon his aur( had grown damlp and cold. caricaturists have drawn Bismarck pose, making his bald head and pl hairs standing erect on the. b ding features. None was more cle f Bismarck holding Gladstone's n grindstone of Irish pudding, havr cy, which forced England's Prenr sh members in Parliament. hancellor's career came with his him by -Emperor William II. Ai ople and the shouts of his enemi e service March 29, 1890. Sore ate at Friedrichsruh, there to bri launch his sarcasms at the weakrt find him to-day. Lacking the liter and smokes his pipe,- walks in a few friends. be Stamp of;eatb HERE on the grizzled visage of.h who made Europe tremble, and last changed his sobriquet, the "n Dod and iron," for the "Peacemal irope," is the stamp of death. ' 'ul wife has gone the "way of t, His sons are out in the world his dogs die, his pipes burn o nation remembers -that-. Bismarck at least once a- year, when his bit Lomes around and their gifts pouri I-himr -; [ I I Il B:- -.-. - m tHE VOICE O —P0 THE OREGON-. You have called to- me, my,brothers, frofi: your.far off eastern sea, To join -with you,, my brothers, to set a - prostrate people free. You have. called to me, my brothers, to join to yours my might, The slaughterersf f:our brethren with-our armored hands to smite. We have never met, my brothers, we mailed knights of the sea; But there are no strangers, brothers, 'neath' the Banner of the Free; And though half a world's between us and ten thousand leagues divide,::ur souls are intermingled and our hearts: are side by side. Did you fail to call me, brothers, 'twere a fault without atone, 'Twas but just to me, my brothers, you should not strike alone. The brethre.n in the slaughter were no more thine than mine, And the blows that visit vengeance must be mine as well as thine. Through days of placid beauty and nights when tempests toss,, I follow down the billow, my guide the Southern Cross; Past lands of quiet splendor, where pleasant waters lave; Past lands whose mountain ramparts fling back the crashing wave. But I see no land of splendor and I see no land of wrath; I see before me only the ocean's heaving path, And I plunge along that pathway ilke a giant to the fray, Who hath no stomach in him for aught that might delay. - am nearing you, my brothers, for the western sea's afar, And the-ray that lights my course now is the gleaming Northern Star. I pray you wait, my brothers, for the air with war is rife, And in courtesy of knighthood I claim to share the strife. In the winds that blow about me the voices I of the dead Are calling to me, tbrothers, to urge my topmost speed. In the foam that's upward flying in whirling wreaths of white. The wraiths of murdered brothersh beckon onward to the fight. I am coming to you, brothers, wait but a little while, And on the thunders of our greeting shall the God of Vengeance smile; And in the flashing and the crashing the. universe shall see How we pay our debts of honor, we mailed knights of -the sea. -i-H. J. D, Browne, in New. York Sun} enQJh i $ r ea NGINEER..-.rnh:the decks are cleared for action,a.: the — guns: Arx ready to scream out the hate they' know. - And each man -: in his place, like th1e f: starting of a race. Oh, it's then he's stripped and working i I t-: the Flagtship. - sa:: on, sail sure,:-we trust in th-ee e- saunds:of strife, the stir of -r; w well thy fleet:from treachery -by imgry cities all ablaze with- light — the clang -of bells and cannons' sall on across the sumimer sea! sail on! thy -liffes bold and free lessly thou sailest to and fro; [red years have gone since on the ves ips were held another country's ves. cu art free as air to come and go - udly sail, theMonarch of the Sea, sail on, whate'er thy course may or night thou may'st not pause or t; he waves be kind, the days b fair; foe assail thee on thy journey ro ows toss thee on'their foamy crest, ed, 0 ship, sail on across the sea. sail on, though dangers threaten e,. -lurking foe, or deadly shot and achest all there is a higher Hand y guide thy course and take com- N id - -: [at the helm and all is well, 0 ship, actoss. the summer sea! For the officers may represent the brain -With all -its cdinning, strategy and fea, - But the- muscles and the bone And the dead hard work's- his own, _And ft's heigh for Uncle Sammy's engin- ee- -.-. - him- below to guess bow. the tb. worlk, and:sweat, -and not tain, he may stfnd pon fht ten-they're there to load, fi -An neigt for u ncie 4ngi-;rneath, -with the ail ds: and steam: of the re seeing what:they ight- to- mako-t IKS.:-::: Lee a Yan- F:ee; t es, j -, ers, rhymes; eral, imp fnwnur- IF' 6.L I I.rom tne ola uastlulan crown. They say that I'm a Yankee; If I'd! heard it in my youth, I might perhaps have questioned Its everlasting truth. But now I glory in it; It's the landmark of my birth, And I'd rather be a Yankee Than anything on earth. They say that I'm a Yankee; And I'm glad to say I am; A Yankee of the Yankees, And the man ain't worth a-well Who wouldn't be a Yankee When the banner is unfurled That has made the Yankee nation The 'greatest of the world? They say that I'm a Yankee; Virginians, can it be That history will mention The Yankee, Fitzhugh Lee? I hope so; and, Virginians, Let all of us give thanks That now dear ol' Virginny Is loaded- full of Yanks. -W. J. Lampton in New York Sun.. y*i1 F1 DOODLE, D-E 'W7 --- (Reprinted by request.) Yankee Dewey went to sea ha! VT, too5 o the Phili ts cnq.fft(h-.nes leift And Yankee Dewey did it, too; H.e did it so complete, sir, That riot a blooming ship is left -Of all that Spanish fleet, sir. A BATTLE PRMAYER. Thou Lord that helped at Lexington, Thou God of Bunker Hill, Look down upon the nation now, Protect and guide us still. In Thee we trust, And win we must. God grant that it will be Thy will. Thou,Arbiter of Justice, ' Thou Judge of wrong and right,;V Thou Fountain head of Liberty- f 5' Direct us with Thy might, - O'er all the land h t Stretch out Thy hand f- I To strengthen in the fight,;. Thou Ruler of the ocean, Thou Master of the wave,: Within whose hand reposeth; The lives of them that brave s;! The restless dee p, We pray Thee keep.,],t' Them and from dangers save. ' Through all the din of battle The thunderlngs of grim war Bless Thou the stars; the crimson bars That wave for evermore-r Bless, too, the brave O'er whom doth wave T-he bars and single star, Reifgh Mitchell Hodges in. ittsbu a peach, a out of reach, - 9. We greet youwith three rousing cheers, iFor you and your brave crews, sir; For the deeds you've done and the victory won, ITgor Yankee Doodle Doo, sir. Yankee Dewey, keepit up, You certainly are handy, With men and guns and cruisers, too, an guns ssWan.. Attru Another Version. The appended verses were written and reited by a 'bright and patriotic young miss f the Tilden school: Yankee Dewey sailed his boats Down in Maniln bay, sir; He found the Spaniards on their floats, And blew them all away, sir. Yankee Dewey, keep it up, 0, Dewey, you're a dandy, Yankee Dewey. keep it up, Yes, Dewey, you're a dandy. Then Yankee Dewey sen-t us -word, And this is what he said, sir: 'We've sunk their gunboats, every one, And not a Yankee dead, sir.". Yankee Dewey, keep It tup,. 0, Dewey, you're -a dandy-* Yankee 'Dewey, keep it up; Yes, Dewey, you're a -dandy,' It pleased McKinley. wondrous weld - i -Tat Dewey did the "Dons," sir —.,i He changed his name to admiral: And said: "That's right; keep- on, st.~ -, Yankee Dewey, keep it up,:-'i --- 0,ee O, Dewey, you're a dandy-.* Yankee Yean keeDewe keepit' up;. Yes, Dewey, you're a dandy::,; -.,' -! D ISO - r n i n s. 1- &~~~~.W 31Efl~~~~~~~~~% ^-.=-= -tI!:: Of - - - SaiiIs Walter Foss. The evenJtiilg and Ithe morning have jolnet in fight. at last. Around the Westernl islands the Old shall lig.ht the New A-; Coluiimbi:- alId Hispania. the Present -and the T'Ist. Alnd Eilhteen Ililundred Niinety-eight lights Fifteen Sixty-two. -. The Nation of the Fo'rward Look that seasi the heiglhts 'aihead Fi1ghts with- the Ra]ck ward Glancing e. fcalin thattses t the tomls behind. Andt who slhallfl oubt thle -conflitit of the Quick and of tle Dead, Of the Leaders wit the Laggards ef Matlnkind? To-day. joinS fi.ght with Yesterday; the 'nedia-'al years Are at llJing W'ill thle Modern, and the {}ld assails the New. But!who, who fears the issue Where's tlhe tremblinil soul that fears |Wheun Eighet 'en -Iundred Niuety-eight fghts Fifteen Sixty-two? F - -r T i t a. V P?~ t o r & s ui-s i t m s a t a i s s e W 10 / THE RED CROSS. They too have heard the-drum-beat, They follow the bugle's call-: These who are swift with pity On the field where brave men tall, MWhen the battle-boom is silent, And the echoing thunder dies, They haste to the plain red sedden With the blood of srifflcee. The flag -that floats above them IS marked with a crlmron sign, Pledge of ia great comps sion And the rifted heart Divine - rh n- n aa n r ea r f * - mia"t rPA/...n' *... - A War Echo. Wake up early, chillun! Days is long and bright; Sun is workin' overtime To give us lots o' light. So'jers is a fightin' An' we must't stop to play. Ev'y minute's precious, 'Ca'se we got dat tax to pay. Bees is makin' honey An' de hoss he pull de plow. De corn's a raisin' tassels Jes' as fast as it knows how. De pigs is eatin' faster An' de hens is cacklin' gay, Ain' no time foh loafin', 'Ca'se we got dat tax to pay. ^,1-'?, — Washington Star. Uncle Sam to Gomez. I am coming, Brother Gomez, I am coming with my boats, An' my boats are rammed with thunder, yes, sir-ee! An' I'm goin' to speak a little piece I think is rather cute; I am coming Brother Gomez. Wait for me. I ain't much on palaver, an' I ain't no hand to talk, But my guns are fluent speakers, an' their lungs are never weak, An' they're coming down to help you in your argument of guns; They are coming, Brother Gomez, an' they've got a piece to speak. I am coming, Brother Gomez, an' I've got a piece to speak, An' no Spaniard will cry "Louderl" I shall speak sufficient plain; An' my little recitation will be heard, I I 1.. I - + Though 'm not a man to bluster or to roar, But my guns have got two voices, an' I think I'll talk through them, Shi mI don't expect a call for an encore. — Sam Walter Foss in New York Sun. - The Martial Spirit. I reckon warl' 1h be timely,, 'er the boys o' tender years Air studyin' 'bout thef soldier -Who wuz "dyin' in Algiers," That I"soldier o' the Legion" Per the school commencement's fine; That feller "born at Bingen," Which wuz somewhars "on the Rhine." An' all o' them air thinkin' How they'll holler high an' low 'Bout the battle fought on Linden When the sun wuz sinkin' low. An' the curfew's right onsteady, But they're holdin' it in check; An' the boy is gittin' ready lT-er be burnt up on the deck! So I reckon war'l1 be timely, An' they'll sail inter the fight; But I hopes that awful curfew A:in't a-goin' ter ring ternight!.,,.... - -Atlanta Constitution. i Here's to them, in thie battle rage, When shells fall hailstone fast, And men fall faster; not a one Who fears to be the, last; Loyal to the Stars and-Stripes that glorify the mast. Here's to them, as in withering heat, Stripped to the waist, th-ey stand. Serving the monster death machines With sure and fearless hand. Often they least are heralded who best have' served their land. Here's to them, when the victory's won, The foeman's flag floats white, All honor to the officers W ho've led their men aright; But honor, too, be given them whose work has won- the fight. (i ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~1%~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~w old. b8 ) seeAug G,a. a. xise"'- 1: jnner keorgit ' right, - I white,: e. rgia,. age ^: i e ightin', i orgi, i ' ather t and; iller mugh Georga, Lnt - I c~k- N: hen the guni begin-n to speak. - -: - -;ashington Sta: _ t --- ----- ar clouds g lnn: isVERg WH ERE THE, SAME. Folks hez plum quit tal-kin' 'Bout when hit's gwine ter rain, An' everything exceptin' This blasted -war with Spain. Can't hardly. eat no breakfastCan't hardly sleep at nightFor wonderin' what'll happen When them two squadrons fight. 'rWe want to hear from Sampson, Whar he's a sailin' roun'Can't see why he's so back'ard 'Bout grabbin' ov the town. and anta ver furl those latrereu wVV rntil Cuba, too, Is free; rwe carried them through Georgia. 'rom Atlanta to the sea. n H. W. Mounts. Garrett. Ind. THE MICHIGAN NAVAL 'RESERVE. BY THOMAS J. OROWE. Yes, our boys, our pride, Have sailed with the tide On the staunch Yo-sem-i-ite. No shirkers were there 'Mong our lads so fair, Who'll help make Cuba fre -A tlant& Journal. THE lNEIGRO SO)LDIER. ad to think the negro didn't count r very muchfingered in the melon patch, and icken yard and such; mixevd in point of morals and ab lWe Ligh? Mucd I No better blood E'er in valor stood 'Neath flag on land or sea, With hearts so true In their suits of blue, They'll help make Cuba free. The butt of droll cartoonists and the target of the press; But we've got to reconstruct our views on color, more or less, Now we know about the Tenth at l La Quasinal a rain of shot was falling, with' a song upon his lips, In the horror where such gallant lives went out in death's eclipse, Face to face with Spanish bullets, on the slope of San Juan. The negro soldier showed himself another -type of man; Read the story of his courage, coldly, carelessly, who canThe story of the Tenth at La Quasina! The "Profs." and the "Docs,'i Men of bonds and stocks, And leaders yet to be, H ave hastened away 7 To the coming fray To -help make Cuba free. TWe The LAnd in years. that come, When the martial drum Is hushed on land and sea And peace doth abide, They can say with pride, "We helped make Cuba free.'* soil above their 'ades -of that volunteer tgoes e,ed troopsj, 5the rer, of the blue Tenth at X La in Boston.ournalw "In 'ninety-eight We did not wait, But over the broadening sea Wpe sailed away, One day in May, ndAnrl helped make Cuba free." Olad Glory. Now let Old Glory's silken folds UDon the morning breeze float freet While bugle's note and war drum's roll Call men to arms from sea to sea. Stream out, proud banner, on the -wind, In every hero's heart enshrined! tI il iLI it 1:I v f I I f I F - ronm a Raural District. you want some —grizzled veterans to mingle in the fight An' rally up- the cohorts to the fray, Accustomed to long sieges an' to stayin' up at night An' — to hiavin' fearful combats through the day;- If you want a bhunch of heroes ready made, all spick an' span, Experienced to bear the- battle's brunt, Ye needn't seek no further an' go choosin' man by inan; Jes' send our legislature to the front. Mhe tide of war that rises now tWill stand at flood till every stain Df martyred blood is blotted from The riven. wreckage of the Maine! vC'smt out. -Droud banner, brave and free; I f sea, The harshest din of carnage cannot cause these men to quail, B They're used.to makin' noises of their own; An' the way that each of them kin dodga -an ink well without fail, Shows fitness such as very seldom known. i They're better at hostilities, by far, than I makin' laws, An' their.- methods is- most powerful, though blunt; W-^e'll be glad to ado without 'em fur the —: glory of theetausr,;-th -:f r I o- send our glelature:to the front. feel - wrath;.,-1 in Times. i;F i -r1 1: headOur thanks greatGod!: For.the good ships that lie on sands and ledges, -:: Blackened by flame and torn by. shot and shell, O'er whose lost kinghood, but the throbbing surges: Ring forth- hhe changes of their funeral knellOur thanks, great God! For our brave dead who sleep at Santiago, Under a flag of scarlet, white and blue. Who, born to freedom, gave their lives that freedom. Might bless a land which naught but bondage knew — Our praise, great God! - For the good ships that guarded well our honor, Lifting our prowess to a world's awedi eyes, And for their crews, whose valor forms ai bulwark. Which through the centuries none may despise- ' Our praise, great God! For their old land that oped the new[ world's portals, For ours, whose empire clasps the East and West, Whose laws shall be the precepts of the, nations, For us, the victors-and for them, un-i I blest- Thy mercy, Lord! Trances Bartlett in Boston Transcript,:iff_~ rances~hy mercy, Lord.*-'I Say: eCrveral You're a fellow-:: ':Of t h' kind I like t' see-: -':: -1' Throw =aside: yer red an' yellow, I - Comeu ip here- an' ive with me! 'Tain t-so often ez it nmight:be That I strike a chap like you-, An' whenever one I sight me I'm a sticker, tight as glue. What if you were born in Spainland? 'Tain-at so awful far away But that when you hit th' iaia land: Over here, Why can't you stay? Send fer Her an' all th' others.,Make yer home amaongst us here,^ We will live like lovini' brothers 'Neath th' Stripes a-foatin' clear, 'Twas an accident, I'm sartin, You were born across th' sea — 'Tear aside 4that blindin' curtain - Come up here an' live with me! I All th' Spaniards of th'- kingdotU Couldn't do a thing -to yau — You to wihose old veins Time's bringed 'em:Blood that's red an' blood that's blue. Them's th' colors of our banner! You kin see 'em in th' light, When th' breezes -gently fan herAn' th' stars that burn at night. Come an' live beneath these colorS, It's th' place where you belong; Don't go back among them tellers That make up th' Spanish thrtng! All th' folks o' this great nation Feel egzactly ez I feel, So stay with us. Great tarnation! Time them wounds o' yours will- heal. Why, you question, do we ask you Ever to be with us here? 'Cause you are-it don't unmask youOf th' stuff we hold most dear. Stuff of courage, and of bravery — That's what's flln' up your heart — Not a speck o' Spanish knavery- That's why we should never part. All in alt, you're jes' a fellow Of th' kind I like t' seeThrow aside yer red an' yelloW-: Come up here an' lit- with me..% WHAT TO DO. From The Philadelphia Times, Wot are we goin' to do now? Wot are we waitin' fer? I ask'd the comp'ny Captin, but he raised a slight demur. He-said to ask the Majer, Who said the Colonel knew; But the beggar, he slumped the question; So wot are we goin' to do? Fer they took us from our barricks, an' they shipped us to the East On a bloomin', gruntin' speshul that ran 'like lightnin' greas'd, An' we only slept between times, an' the grub they gave to us Was rotten bad at startin', an' kept a-gettin' wuss. "'Semnble the comp'ny, Sargeant," the Captin ord'ring cries; "Fall in, comp'ny, fall in lively, mind yer eyes! Dress to the right, ye lubbers! Front! Will ye never learn? " -The Sargeant salutes the Captin, an' the s- Captin salutes in turn. n we heard the bugles callin'-an Adjutant's was wot; An' the Captin give his orders, an' took us on a trot. Fer we was color comp'ny, an' we took it feelin' fine; An' in heavy marchin' order in the centre of the line. "'Tallion, 'tenshun!" Listen, the Adjutant gives 'erh fine. "There ain't no time fer reportin', an' you needn't troop the line." We heard the old man say it, " My Gawd, the trouble is here." We were silent fer haf a second, an' then began to cheer, But the old man sat quite silent; then he raised his hand fer quiet, An' I saw a tear a-tricklin', an' he says " We're goin' to fight," An' pintin' to the colors-the Stars and Stripes-he said: '" There's yer country's colors; guard 'em till yer dead." Wot are we goin' to do now? Wot are we waitin' fer? t I ask'd the comp'ny Captin, but he raised a Lr, he show'd us the colors, what to do, i I I i1 I N, X".0 s * I a,,, J, ": I: 00 0 i -. ",,3 " 'I, 's a o, : 4, > _ _ _ i _ _0 $ _ _ _ 0 _ — a. - aa e _nn - -- -. ' -1 - - -, ~ ~ ~ ~ A STDY I COLR. /6 A STUIr IN. COi-OR.. /A _. --. -. I At first the yellow:-etal Caused Spaniards to oppress; And then their yellow ruling Made Cubans seek redress. With us the yellow journals Gave reason for dismay; The Spaniards' yellow fighting Soon drove our fears away. And now the yellow feverThat terrible diseaseIs worrying our nation And brings us to our knees, Behold the yellow sunset Of Spain's long, cruel1 career;" Its robbing, starving, killing-' The yellow- leaf is sere. It's time to change the color, Our warriors think so, too; The world is being-circled With our Red, White and Blue. 5- W. E. B. A HlOPE S OVr DAWN. When this little din is ended and the smoke W-ho( knwTs hbt we will bid farewell fore- i ever to the fray? For, in spite of all the fightin', there is lots that show-s us clear $pow humanity gits closer an' mnore kindly every year. The hands 'gainst brethren raised are -lasped in friendliness once more, An' old-time taunts are silent that were u- urled from shore to shore- Of course all prophesyin' with a heap o ' risk is fraught, But there ain't no limitations on a 'may* e" line o& thought. There's never any tellin' what the, morrow rmy unfoldI whsper it most gently, 'cause it seems uncommon bold, An' X wouldn't undertake to argue close down to the text-. et who knws ' the m'lennium'll be a startin' next? hl S -^ w ^:,: shington $tar = FRIGCTION. Rise up, oh, Young America! A lot of work's been done, 'But it isn't time, as yet, for loafin' round an' havin'.fun. The trolley cars is runnin' an' you get the news each day, An' the telegraph connects us with the countries far away. H This earth ain't what it used to be. We've dug its mysteries out, An' we've harnessed it with steel that coils an' binds it round about. An' now we hear a warnin' that reminds us day and night That something's out o' kelter, and you've got to fix it right. It used to keep a-turnin' on its axis, all serene. But since these new complexities was hitched to the machine There's been a lot o' jarrin' an' o' scrapin' that must cease. An' there ain't nobody knows jes' where to put the axle-grease. The oldest parts got loose. An' then the new world of the west Came in a-clankin' wildly ant a-rattlin' like the rest, So git into your over-alls an' search an' strike a light, 'Cause somethin's out. o' kelter, an' you've got to fix it right. -Washington Star. J.==, — i That Mlanaft Peeling. "'I'm ill." quoth the Spaniard, "so pray give me time In the work we have set under way. Forbearance, you know, will be something sublime, And with flattery we will repay. "Perhaps indigestion conspired to prodluce This sudden and oipportune plight. For the viands were rare and the Btlrgundy juice. - Cheered many a long= wearIy night." Aknd then -TUnele Sam. very gently declared, "rI'm sorry my hboy;fr our.ight. Buit ^usitake- yourrtdieeie wch Eve ad perhaps: It — wi-X. fi ou all tight-F. — WashingtOn Stalv t * ____________ t U a t - -z — 7/. to P Vts ptember Cen — I NTJIIl0UPION. I've tried to live most proper-like, n quiet an' content A-doin' of my duty, day by day, A-schoolin' of my disposition, so's 1 won't resent The fractiousness that people oft display. I thought I was gittin' settled comfortably down To travel in accordance with my plan Of never makin' much complaint nor wearin' of a frown, An' a-tryin' for to love my fellow-nianWhen along comes a drum, and a fife a-singin' shrill, An' the marchin' of a weapon-wearin' clan; It's sometihin' most confusn' for to feel that martial thrill When you're tryin' for to love your fellow-man. They say: "Forgive your enemles." It's hard to stop and think How them same enemies have raised their hands For deeds from which you might suppose a savage beast would shrink, And scatter terror over many lands. It makes you feel uneasy, if the record you review That's wrote in blood an' tears which freely ran; If you think of treachery an' hate toward laddies dressed in blue, When you're tryin' for to love your fellow-man. I know that duty bids me keep my anmgry passions still; I chide myself an' do the best I canBut along comes the drum.an' the fife a-singing shrill! When I'm tryin" for to love my fellow-man. f -Washington Star. Cock Robin Revised, One of the coming wear poets, seriously entangled with the mystery of the destruction of the Spanish squadron off Santiago, has perpetrated this: Who caught Cervera? "I," said Schiley, "with my little eye; I caught Cervera." Who sunk his ships 'i "I," said.Bob Evans. swearing, '"By 'heavens, I sunk his ships." Who killed his men? "I," said Clark; "they were my mark; I killed his men." Who gets the praise? "I," iaf-Old Gl1ory-same old story; "I get the praise." Whlo atook Manila? "Dewey," says history; without any mys-[ tery, -iNew York Press. - ~i,_i - ' -'. M My -Unclel SaM.. My Uncle Sam's no-bfruisier, - -:He doesn't like t -fight: ' ' And wanrts to do- by- tlherwm-,.: -: -'! The thing-:that' s-fa-rt and- right-. I: -Ulesss you.try too-sCrocwr-dhMl =.:' - He-'s meek-. as -any lamb,./,. -..;.i i But when he gets- his;danderp, =, - Look; out for:Uncle' $am.: '-.;-I.. '. '.,; If you don't 1 ike umy.ncle;::,,;:- / i; i i He- doesnft take offense,: —::-... i But goeS- about his-business- i Like any-man of s-ense. - -.:- As long as you are civil, -He's quiet a-s a clam., But wh-en he gets his dander: uu Look out for tJncle Sam. - -:My Uncle Sam lives -lainly:; -.: | - An-d- -doesn't.cuti a swell,::..::, He tales care of his children,l- -. Andd keeps them looking well,-...: t "I go,' says he, "-for solids;, - A simple man I am,"' _ -. But when he gets. his dander up, Lookt out for Ut-nce Sam. - ~:. i Just treat my_ uncle squarely;.., And he'll be square 'with you, -. Whatever he has promised - ' - He'll strive his best.-to do.,... Until you try to crowd:him,-: i '. He's m-eek as any lamb; tBut when he gets his dander up, ' S Look out. for Uncle Sam.: -'-John Yarrington in Baoston Journal,: ' — iFOLK W 0H SPEAK ENGLISH. Te ships of-the line beat to quarters, The drum and-bugle sound,; The lanterns. of b-attle are.lighted, "Cast off! Provide!"' goes round;. But ere the shrill order is:giyen - For broadsides hot with hateFar over the'sea- '.-. Thunders hearty'and free Defiance to every fate; -. Hurrah! Hurrah - Hurrahl. Three cheers, and a tiger, too, For the fight-to be won And each:sturdy son.Who'll carryt-he victory —through- I TTivirr h 1 T~rr4.ht — Anda oI For th And all This is he cheer -Englltsh ove r;; Over; trust - fall: - - >eak Enghi-slhl the Chap Boo, i- -*- C - - * _glC _ _ __ — Is the ero of the cay. - And- the Maine has been remembered = - i the good, old-fashioned way-The faunting fag of bert The wayof Hull and- Perry, By one wh catur and wthe resaly sonse boat, When old Europe felt the clutches Of tjhe 3a-gle of the West; Thats how Dewy smashed the por low ever may nolumbiardsee In -an-la's e rooked. bay,And the Maine has been remembered * The following song waas a favorite ith the solW: ~~tL 0.^-: ^In the good, old-fashioned way! dier boys of Fort Wayne during the first months of ran, Dewey! Dewey! Dewey! the wa. The last verse was added by George A Vermonter Wins the day! - W. Osborn, then an attache of The Free Pre.ssfv S= - =He hasn mt the Dons'Marray, nr f loats in vain. r - =Ahnd the 9aiwe Ahas be-en rememnbered- -— A The mariner h bh eremer he steers, Ifi the good, old-fashioned way, The flaunting flery ag of liberty, j By- one who cared not whetherf gaily s tood sn e boast, The wind was high or low O ever may Columbia see As he stripped his ships for batte attle and the bia's coast, Atnd saied forth to fend the foe Tehe only flag the Freedom rears n-d he foundp the haughty Spaniard To ramble on the seas K inProm Manila's crooked bay. The flag that's stood sincefirst nfurled, -And the Maine has been remembered The battle and the breeze.. n the good, old-fashioned way! a - I e'er a foe ghts of aseize, Dewey wey! Dewey! Thend break d tppressors' chain H3~e ha~:fne~t~ the ~d~ans' ar~a~y, Most forward In the battle's van, -t- Crownever flwreats Inof May vain, And; th Man ha bee r eombr the Marine has been remembe edhe let Columia b e the toast, In the good, old-fashioned way- In every clime he s-ees A way off and car e, flag that's stood sice first unfurled, But carnag-e let itr be, = The battle and the breeze. Bl W h;k e n dthe pfrcesyof th tyrn fe!If all unite as once we did, ISlockedl the&f pathway of the free! To keep that flag unfurled S-."e hMro ud a the Spn ips are missing olumbia still may fearless bid i oDef ance to the world. And'the Maine has been remembered But fast would flow a nation's tears In the good, old-fashioned way! It e'er a foe should seize Deweii Dewey! Dewey! - The flag that's stood since first unfurled, Crown with: victor wreaths of May; Thbtleadheb Fr the M;aine has been remembered ' Then let Columbia be the toast, In the good, old-fashioned way; We'll drink it, everyone; And fiags- that waxetriumphant The heaven-blest of freedom's boast, In fat off tropic seas, Wc'll g~eage our hearts. we'-I pledge our livea, Wi h their code of symboled colore Fling this message to the breeze: NO foe shall ever seize ` WAe hbave routed all the Spaniards Tht bla at'; toe bre-exe f Prtom Manila's crooked bay, batl ailmith brSo. dhthe Malpe- has been remembered L i In the gooj old-fashioned way! - 12. Evetrywlnet aDoout tnio town. Shut th' de-r -an' keep:th' -- es out,;: 'Wipes awa:y:that toar!:Be;y,: - er. o'ur Tom, our o.ldI-r Tommy, -... ge's a-oif in' hof -to — da T HEg REMEMBERED THE MAINE. Dewvey Dew-ey Dewey! Is the hero of the day! And the Maine has been remembered In the good, old-fashioned way — The way of Hull and Perry, Decatur and the rest, When old Europe felt the clutches Of the Iagle of the West; That's how Dewey smashed the Spaniard; In Manila's crooked bay,. And the Maine has been remembered In the good, old-fashioned way! Dewey! Dewey! Dewey! A Vermonter wins the day! And the Maine has been remembered In the good, old-fashioned way, By one who cared not whether The wind was high or low As -he stripped his ships for battle:- And sailed forth to find the foe, - n =nd he found the haughty Spaniard -J In Manila's crooked bay. - And the Maine has been remembered in the good, old-fashioned way! Dewey! Dewey! Dewey! He has met the Dons' array, And the Maine has been remembered In the'good, old-fashioned way- A way of fire and carnage, But carnage let it be, When the forces of the tyrant Blocked the pathway of the free! So the: Spanish ships are missing Prom Manila's crooked bay, And the Maine has been remembered In the good, old-fashioned way!. —. -- IiBERTY'S FLAG. The following song was a favorite with the soldier boys of Fort Wayne during the first months of the war. The last verse was added by George W. Osborn, then an attache of The Free Press office. The flaunting flag of liberty, Of gaily sons the boast, 0 ever may Columbia see Upon Columbia's coast, The only flag that Freedom rears To ramble on the seas. The flag that's stood since first unfurled, The battle and the breeze. To aid untrarmmeled rights of man, And break oppressors' chain: Most forward in the battle's van, It never floats in vain. The mariner where'ei he steers, -- In every clime he sees The flag that's stood since first unfurled,.- The battle and the breeze. If all unite as once we did, To keep that flag unfurled Columbia still may fearless bid Defiance to the world. But fast would flow a nation's tears If e'er a foe should seize The flag that's stood since first unfurled, The battle and the breeze. Then let Columbia be the toast, I txr..11 lvink it nvervone So now, though rival flags are furled And prudent counsels guide the age, There are yet tokens which presag p, The battle flame, a warring w*o rld' From pole to pole the saber clanks And -innforsaking mart and plow, With close-gripped steel and sullen brow Fall into vengeanace breatsiing ranks., And shall this matchless era. close In-bloody conflict? God forefend. Enlightenment should only' efid In shrieking shot 'nd frenzied blows! But, should it come, our course s- clear, Inspiring as a trumpet blast:.Ring out the Voices of the past: 'iStand ready, ye have naught tob-feir, sprepared alike for friend or foe; Of pain or bliss to taste the cup; To lift the weak and helpless up; To lay the proud oppressor low!",Mayhap our glorious heritage, The fabric of a thousand years, Of brain and brawn, of blood and tears, Shall kindle alien lust and rage. Where peace and plenty most abound, There march we, freedom's pioneers; No wayward wind; that blows but bears Our glory e.hoing earth around! And still we mean to hold the van Of progress faithful to our task; orein tyranny's brow to tear the mask And vindicate the rights of man. Then till the final goal be won Ne'er fold your flag by land or sea, Twin champions of LibertyColumbia and Albion. -H. F. in New' York uln. li Warriori of e Q. M.. Ax Back in the-da:ys:of sityJne his automatic _toingue - - -..; -..:.. In sharp -denmainds. for bioedy.war — with en- - ergy-w.a w- swung;.:-. He aehed:to anbtete' to:.the: front, a deadly gun -ian hand And with:-thie:f oeman' -:addy gore baptize tt-e.: Soauter-n...i::-. - And when;at: last'. tbe- isummons came for men. to do and die,. He found -is,:astack, of -eourage chips,was..quite a. number- sh-y, But well he pilaedhi: iwarlke- hand —he had a pull, you see.-...:-:-.. And got a proud position in the -1-All thriu-gh the 'long, a-nd bloody war- he stood right at- hi' poSt; And dea-lt o ut.clotig- iand; Supplies unto the i.attling-host; o:. - '.And -thag-.the roar.pf cannon from a dis- i tanriq smote his ear,. His actf-ioirns';dmonstrated' that he_ rever- felt - a tear- ', " - e:'e:'r -. I -He; was ':&:'new' of' the:"-war, a powerful l ' m- 'si'e,.too, - ' For if hei gave'not gruh tod them what could the-soldiers- do:?','':: And thius he:- attle d;-'r tihe -:cause- with' true fi'delity,' Right-at his post of-tio'i'r it the ^ ^.^ ^** ^^-.:'7:':;-': —.: -'-. -.. -ihe thie b-lood'i war:was o'er back to his -ihote:- h oe ae. -h s ' Upon his- comnmissaTy:tbrow the laurel wreath of fame.. —: - And since-in- every great parade he is on } hand, of course.., Dressedr;' it-It finest-uinf-orm and oI the -:taltest horse --:?<, ' ---- '.:. Upon him evereye ient with bright, admiring'g ee' "ganc... - ' As with' 'the g:eamiii" spiis: he makes- his charger m-i-ort- anda prhee, - While in the rear the _boys who 'marched with Sherman —'n:to..the sea. - Keep step a.naguy the.hero of the:. Now once again hirsears engulf the stirring:::sounids of' ar,-f-:..: - And once aga-i-ftis -: "fbearles~s voice is crying - - ^/' -' orf -:gore4,.:.:, 'i " i;;: l. ' - ' And once aga.. i-:4ar-:: - ea -his arm with courage tried and true, And dish q,-c-.ffee, ais and things, unto the boy:%::i nb4,-.. -:. Amid the- comilssargy,,tor-,: by — patriot valor swayed, He'd slice uphanc.n- ' -l boys with-trusty, g-eaming blade, For-that — i - _r en lu9gh tQr.him, just: fits hips ipa~ t~a T, ' t-hisa bi 'ii. gw of theD' *, p enver Post. K 7-. High in the vault of the tropic sky is the garish ey4 of the stn, And down with its crown of-guns a-frown looks the hilltop to be- won- There is the trench where the Spaniard lurks, his hold and his hiding-place, And he who would cross the space between must meet death face to face. The black mouths belch and thunder, anid the shrapnel shrills and flies; Where are the fain and the fearless, the lads with dauntless eyes?- Will the moment find them wanting? Nay, but with valor stirred! Like the.leashed hound' on the nicoursln The ghostly beams of the moon shine down ' On a ghastly heap of the mangled slain, And'it lights a face that is strong and 'brown, And a shattered form that held soul and 1.brain; 4 And the all that is left of that splendid whol%, Touched" by the moon in- the midnight sky, Tells at the morning's muster roll That the brave -tin soldier knew how to die _ ~-exw- orka ~ v WI.ow you're off t' Porto' TRieo -.. iiSantiago's work is done,-: a'ho' th' slaughter in this colnflti-: Ain't no more'n jes' begun.- Go! Our hearts is goin' with you, As you forge your way aheadc — yAlI our hopes is with yer livhi'i All our prayers is with yer dbad. Left behind you, Is th' comradeSleepin' in a (3uban grave, Noble boy,. t" die so willfn', | Fer th' land yer want t' save - You'll remember his at nigb tfall r: When th' drums is rumblin' deep, i There 'fore Santiago restin' ot a dream t' break his sleep. ight fer him an' fer his glory, He who wuz th' first t fall, He who wuz th' first t' answer To th' Mauser bullet's call. Fer among yer warrin' comrades 1 Not another will yer find itWho can fill tl' place made vacant By th' one yer leave behind. | He won't know: -But father, mother, Brothert sister, sweetheart, too, They will learn, when fightin's over If you've kep' yer promise true Made t' him afore th' battle Belched its horrid, burnin' breath, That you'd carry on his standard, Even inter jaws o' death. An' when all th' conflic's over, An th' cannon, too, are stilled, When with thoughts o' sweet home coming, All yer hearts are more than filled — Wlre are sure that 'mid th' mem'ries - Of! th' days agone, you'll find' Place fer one, o' him that's sleepin'Hiim thet youl have left behind. _ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~' into tne eyes or nope. Never they wait nor waver, -but on they clamber and on, With "Up with the flag of the stripes and stars, and down with the flag of the Don!" What should they bear through the shotrent air but rout to the ranks of Spain, For the blood that throbs in their hearts is -the 'blood of the boys ef Anthony Wayne! See, they have taken the trenches! Where are the foemen? Gone! And now- '"Old Glory" waves in the breeze from the hights of San Juan! And so, while the dead are laureled, the.brave of the: elder years, A song, we say, for the men of to-day who have proved themselves their -ad -eers! s ely:-1:lilnton Scollard 'in Leslie's' Veekly, T he Boy That Went With Teddy. Only boy we ever had. Him that went with Teddy, Tough and ihusky sort o' lad, Rough an' always ready. Somewhat.wildish in his way, Ruther swear, I guess, than pray, But as honest as the day, Always true an' steady. Didn't like to see him go, Me an' his ol' mother. Both our hearts a packin' woe, We could scurcely smother, Loved our boy almighty dear, An' it knocked us out o' gear When he went an' left us here 'Lone with one another. Used to set here every night, Me an' my ol' woman, Talkin' 'bout the way he'd fight jazz 15. t-1 --- f -1 and- wet: - is:=: --:: -~L/-~: J~: - f ~- ~I.:-:: i xoud.Live,:: eas might -back in And the flash o:-i hi mYa meth farm o'er the:To:an isle an- a crime and a wreck-, and a grave.-The thutnder- clouds -thioketl":the lighttinthgs -. flash-fr-on atar;:-:: -- a- -From- Atlaititc' dark breast,- to the:bright: - -westiern star.: "- - Where the sons 6f Columbia are mustering:their might -: _ _._ _~~ — — _ _ -- - __~ ---:~;-7=~~; -, it:cried' "stand L-tty- is e het"- 'Neath the folds of 'ldoGJory to rush-to. the fight. -: ':... Ho! land of Hispania'' tfine hour, iat last, -Hath knelled, — and NemPsi — e._qiretth —.the: past. IFEor the ag.es, when over the- wide:-IS' rld, - the- gloom.. - - - -Of -thy power hath darkiened:-t'lrt asm. m l&fe the tomb; -- The story of Holland yet ch:ats of' her - ' dead. ": '" ". ' ':The in-ae flands cry ^tfiiie bliood thou-: haSt:. shed, For- -whIerever.t ftgla,;over,. gr::'er - maib. -latth: fltated; the:trsI-t h-aA b goryF.; SPain!.... * -.s —. - 1: ~bore And and v fre*aA nIt sn11inlts Lv jl. t&op t1lu i*ulw rates from a touch divine." ye braves! all time looks on, ere's a whisper- from the Throne: trikees for right- ne'er strikes in link makes the finished chain." Ilal ai nation. nil, t; s IsW. far horoscope of time n. spite of nature's bars, r for the -land of crime, )ry for the Stripes and Stars. m,.Lyle in New York Home Jour Y - 13t:nVld the Cuban insusrgents hAve anyI desire to use the following as a- "Battle Hymn" they are at perfect liberty -to dd so. The lines may be effectively Sung to an: sneaky music, Oh we are insurgents! Hurray and turray! 'Anid here in- fair Cuba right gladly:we'll stay -As long as the odiers kee p:throwing &way The things that are'nt needed in battle. I We steal all their blankets; we steal all their bens, _wed rob threm oa hoit wa kne w but th ': meanis. - Then linger behind Whtle they're lahtifl B.-: like fiends:. Hurrah for the Insurent Army! They thought we were easy, th6 Boys in the Blue. That we'd go in and fight. tut betwizt tm- and you It is better by far to stay back till they'r* through, Then jump in and steal from the dying! As thieves we are wondera&-the game we have learned — We're proud of the many titles we"'v earned. Our advertised valor cannot be diseetne'dHurraih for the Itnsurgent Armiy!t We seak thy rough -e te woods ie the r de of the nightt,! we Steer -away clear fr1A whre'e-r -ters '' A ILY'ht z Whe-re thu wasteth tie pse.s.Wi- flame- and with- swordi,. While the vultures: of' famiie sal dark i the sky, O'er- the strong -men: thlitt-' bowed'g' and -- he children that die; Oh, "'wrath for the day-jf-wra.t? ruthless thou'st heaped,. And bitter the fruit of thy harvest, when rea ed..-... And dim grows thy taper, -and fainter tlhe light, Ere tis wrecked shbn> sinks, lost in ths gloom of the nghtl:: For- the hour of- vengeance —hath- soun.ded: at last,.. As thl- scream of'thie-eagle-boes''by on.-theblast,:. -. Where the-bright- star of freadom, —in on-der deei) sky,...: Gives si-gn that th-e -d&dr of a tyrn-t draws nigh;: ' And the glory shall fd- from Cm antabria's -c-ha n, - And the maids of Cordova ---shall wail for their slain, ^ And the city that sits;by the Tagus shal. mourn -<When the war vulttures -rge_-whatb the. eagle-. hath torn. -. -B. F. Taylor in Ptf-adiphiia Bulletin. i:: -: I THE EIGULA. A song for the Regular! a song and a people's cheer For the man in blue who's grit -clear through from end to end o' the year. From end to end o' the year he goes (with little enough for pay), Through summer heat, through wintry:,snows, where duty points the way. 0 little he cares for the cyclone's breath or the blizzard's nor'west sweep, Content enough with his quarters rough and never a growl at his keep, Ready to dig or ready to die, ready to broil or freeze, So long as he knows he giving his blows to keep the flag on the breeze. A grasp for the Regular! a grasp for the brawny hand That seeks not to shirk a soldier's work however it's cast or planned. 0 grudging enough, in the hour of peace, is the praise for his manly deed; But the people must know where their faith must -go in the day of the nation's need. When. the dogs of war are out on the trail, when the foe has loosed his pack, Whose trusty rifle is ready then to bay him doubly back? Who meets him wherever he dares to claim a rood of soil in fee And make; him feel the might of his steel from mountain crest to sea? Our hearts to the Regular! our hearts to -our dauntless son - Who clears the way for a freeman's sway with his freeman's sword and gun. We saw him rush through the tropic brush to succor -our gallant -Wood,. And well he knew, when the bullets flew, where the forts of Caney stood. O who will forget the bloody debt he wrote ' from his streaming veins When down from_ the -hights of San Juan -: he looked on the Cuban plains? i i0 who -will forget the charge he made, and: the vanquished foe's despair, -When the:banner of -Spain ne'er rose again and they saw Old Glory there? r -John Jerome Rooney in New York Sun. = mnts rebing atd rbb-ing is rulven it's 1a: for the aUse a f Free Cuba!:: knd when there have hundrids ad- huntMong:th-e: Solder wt -w:- 'helpid s - ou """ r~~~ari~~8laar~~~ 1'1 ~~ II a w i.their: efforts well rob- 'er t.Wa-+: T ns-i k ria' a t A rm pF 04 Ois tols. -ea.^1^:.-,; i (*os;: "Yes, fliy s ats r t:- -He seOms- to know Ins' -6 — - w to - F-, -;-!~ Sems lke he'sk ghot a eagle eye. h-:! '- "That young chap Hobson knows his 6lz,:i: — IHe's braveas kin be; that hes. -:< -. " - 'N'- X Watson, with his flytieet, -:: —:e Seems like he'll do the joierplte.:': -:: "t like to read about thehtehaps -- As sports them purty shiouer strapsa.f 'tinJus' imakes me cut a ptgebn wing -. j ==|VWhen they turn loose anr. It 'er flngf"Biut 'tain't them folks as ni_.es nme yell - i =- 'N' lose my senses for a.s:l., f'"It ain't them folks as mate me shout ill alil the villagers turns,out. i:gt -^ -:"It ain't tliem ad-my-rals:mno irt! -- That makes the old blood ilme stir.; ~i:_F "It aint them commydore~ 'n' sich: -- - That makes the muscles in me twitch.:. -4:i "It ain't them captatns peart and brave, ' That makes my old voice misbehave. ~1 5El ' "It's them that offers life, brave chaps, ' F. Without no hope of shoulder straps. 4 -[ —' "It's them that works with grimy breasts,.i..^I 'N' stands War's worst In' hardest tests.:::f N- s"It's them that cracks a cheerful joke, t1 I '"N' shows their smiles through cannon 'f -' [~~ smoke.. ": It's.them there naked, fearless boys ~- k A workin' in that hell of noise. '; N' pushin' Death aside to say, ~ 'Git out; you're always in the way.' ___J "A shootin' with so true an aimt — t 'That makes Old Glory glad it came ~ "Them is the boys fer Uncle Joshj: The boys behind the guns, b'gosh!' "_-~.... -_-Hobart in Baltimore News. j& r": ^:,; * JTIM..1! *-:I hear the drum roll. 'r.b-a-dub-dub, ' i: I Andc the piccolo's shrill refrain: V/: J -". And boys in Iblue,-with hearts so true::::% - -- Are' marching home again. I hear the drum, but it beats for me!qn:'i_: Despair and grief's tattoo: Fa.: ' CI1 dI be so glad if our only ladsk:._J Our Jim-poor Jim-ma.rched, too!:: I hear the tramp, the tramp, tramp, traml, -!!-F =i-: Of the army marching by;!::~~-i* Brave soldiers all, at their country's call, o =:.-T They went to fight and die.. i::i Their task is done; with- heads erect. -'-.:[ — They pass there in review;:;.[ —= Instead of tears I'd give them cheers, X.':-i] If Jim-poor Jim-marched, too.:-c j"?:/:I hear the clank, the clank, clank, clani, - Of the swords of captains gay;:: —~. EDBut my worn eyes rest on the blood-stained:crest ' If __! Of a hill far, far away. -_: i - They left him there where the weeping wS: winds S; [: dirg.| t.es faint and fe w- 4 -!..Th'ey'o.. hom —God's light!,How grand theh *: ':- %' -'sight - If Jim-poor Jim-marched. too.:, - -::-George Hobart in 'altimo re American.: [. _:..:,t:o::::: f-S:c, -, = The Call to Arms.:-: — ' *::. (The Peace Man Talks). -:- I've talked against this craze for war, --- This wild demand for gore; r::.- TI've stood for peace, in spite of alli - I've heard my fuming neighbors call _ Me "coward," "wretch," poltroon,", and more. 1. r I've tried to look upon it from A sober point of view, And so this thing of killing men Has not seemed reasonable, when = Aught else remained for us to do.. What of a nation's boasted pride? V What of success through brutish might?:- - > Can battles gloriously won Repay the mother for her son, Or set the grieving orphan right? j I - But down with such reflections now! Why talk of things that might havebeen? The time to shoulder arms has come, So hoist the flag and beat the drum, And let the hammering begin! i -:Is there a man among us all f -T-1;T1>;W rs; 4 A - A1 i L A s I.....4. S 4:: iii RL ~ -; w-Wno does not reel the quicKening rtur — Who, as he hears the hurrying feet And sees the flag swept through the street, Can talk of war as idle still? Oh, brother of the western slope, Take arms-and haste away, Oh, brothers of the south and east, Come, let us hurry to the feast They're spreading out for us today! And he that raised his voice for war, I challenge him to meet me where Instead of scolding men must fight, Where might stands over wrong and rightWhen he arrives, I'll greet him there! S. E. Kiser in Cleveland Leader. I'm a mule, an army donkey,;-Loaded down with grief and woe, -..y! Never kicking, -- Always sticking. To the troops vhere'er they go, —. p Silently I bear my burden, _{-: Not a word of credit get, Never grumbling, Ever stumbling Through the dry and through the a I'm a factor in the army,. -... Ought to see me in a fight, -I: X; Always ready, Ever steady, ^ =-. |Be it day or be it night,: ---'c= I am good for any labor, Tote the beans or drag a gan. T N ---- Never minding, All the blinding T Rain of lead, though others run, When I'm old and totter leggede I-~N Up in steaks the boys in blue /-l Rip and gash me, J _- Cut and slash me4 3- And my work at last is through. KENNETH HERFORD. 'X r-I- H ome Again.. )ur boy's got back-he's home again, He's with us for to stay; ^ --- I i.t seems a yea-. or more since he ea[ '=..So boldly marched away! - W W '- 5ve worried and we fretted-why a~ - -.:: - W:e couldn't sleep at night-;:iV But lie's returned to us, and my;::?:::He's lo6kin' oaf of sight!t.::. W ~" — /We'd read the- papers and supposed - e.i:::::;- hat - ahe'd be -ale arid thin;- -~:~ -: 'We fairly trembled when we saw -:-r:i::<The tfain come. rolllnin;i. -_,: We'-stewedt:hrce chiokens, boiled a ham, =:-:-s:.::And ma made Severn Pies - -: -;- We planned to - give his appetite ' - - A glorious strprise.-;: - ' B:;ut-when he stepped down fronm the car e:.: -::_ We simply had to stare:: It seemed as-if it couldn't be. Our boy a-standin'- there. -= His- cheeks they were all bulgin' out <-::...Like pumpkins-I declare - D: He looked f-or all-the world jist ike T,-.he prize ox at a fair. Y \es, he s at home with- u again;: He's well and brown and stout;:.-; He says that war is not so bad *t: '-; -: As some folks make it out; e- -.e eighl just thirty pounds' more now - -Than 'he did the day he went-:: r see he got:a Job, somelhow, =i *: — I the.uartermaster':tent.:- — Cleveland Leader. X~~~~~~ ~ -- 0 -7::.YVlt ~W v'" - Over the sea our battery - Will lay waste the upper world; Arid far from fame we feed the flame, -As the bursting bombs are hurled, We cannot know the ebb and flow. Of the battle's rushing tide; But hear the boom of unknown doom pWhere the thundering war ships ride. Each moment passed may be our last,For crashing bombshells fly,. -And fires of fate reverberate; In the wide, Smoke laden sky. In lurid night we feed the fight, As the belching cannon roar. Heave on the coal, to win the goal X r - f. our country's ocean war! -Harper's -weekly. | -^^I-THE FIGHTING YANKEE TAR. Tne1 ships have changed and the guns have changed, but the spirit has alter'd not, For lessons we learned in the days long. gone we conned with enech shrieking, shot. And in those days, where our frigates sailed, no matter how near or far, They made a name, and it's still the same, for the fighting Yankee tar. Our grandsires lived, and our grandsires fought, with colors nailed to the m.as.t; And we follow the lead, in the days now here, they gave in the living pas-t. Laid yard toe yard, they loved to fight where their cannon would leave their sear, And they made the name, and it's still the same, with the fighting Yankee tar. For it's open wide the 12-inch breech, and "load" her with her shell, Then 'prime" her when yrou get the word, and see you "point" her well. "Reaidy now!" "All hands stand clear!" until the word of "Fire!" WVhen the gunner jerks the lanyard taut for another funeral pyre. -Philadelphia Times. X -Remmembe'r the Maine." 3 LWhen 'vwavering o'er your nation's pride, ~ WThen moments of peace steal in; i When fear and courage run side by side t At the thought of battle's din, REMEMBE;R THE MAINE! [When reading sweet messages of peace, t- When nslumber falleth at night; T-he Irnfanta Maria Teresa. S RANO fate is that of thine, grim * shin of war, - - - - AMd lttle did they dream, that fash= ndA= thea. - 0 -I she ships of Spain with Uncle:Satf::Once played a game of tag,:: The former ever kept from sight Of Sammy's starry flag.: The game was one of duck and dodge, Whene'er the foe drew nigh. And not a single Spanish boat Was seen by mortal eye.::r And then, one day, with patience spent, Your Uncle Sammy said, "I'll find 'em 'fore the week is out, And end the chase they've led,"': And so, with all his sailors bold He raced the ocean blue, ' To prove to nations everywhere His words were spoken true. He found them near a southern isle, And yelle'd, "This game we'll quit!l" He fired. The play was ended then. =- whey sank. He cried, "You're it!"_.. T- - A Conking MWoe. 1 After the war is: over,.: After the fight is won, After Dewey's ldings- All are duly done, - Then the New York papers - =t - Will begin to jar- = Each will claim the glory-, A tAf ter the war. — Chicago Tribune. S.^ ^ i_ -------------------- _-_-_ ____:::~::(:[ IW: - I 11111 I ` F-i - ii l lr1a l - ir 41~~ * *,! - _: 1:;,; *:; -I II J ^; ':.;1;.1!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~,,,,,,~ii~::,,,,i::,~:,, ':S', d,:,!,l ~ ',! ]~ '; '~ ~: ~ i '~; c:: ~~: " 1::::~,II:1:::::,ci I;;; j6l *~i aa:,.t,.i. 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