{"1": {"fulltext": "PS 1254\\n.\u00e2\u0082\u00ac45 B3", "height": "2886", "width": "1987", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2683", "width": "1944", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "N 1", "height": "2683", "width": "1944", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2653", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2653", "width": "1689", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "The\\nBamstorme/s\\nCompanion,.**\\nBy\\nM. F. CAREY", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "The Barnstormer s\\nCompanion\\nBeing a Little Book of Ballads Designed\\nfor Recitation\\nBy M. F. Carey\\nTHE KNICKERBOCKER MUSIC CO.\\nALBANY, N, Y.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Gfn;.-o ef the\\nJReglsttir ui C\\nO H^ O O\\nCopyrighted 1899, by M. F. Carby\\nSECOWD COPY,\\nPRESS OF\\nBRANDOV/ PRINTING CO.\\nALBANY, N. Y.\\n22742", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nPAGE\\nSweeney, the Tragedian, 5\\nHurley, the Hypnotizer, 10\\nThe Reubens, 15\\nHaley, the XLV-Player, 18\\nThose Old Irish Airs, 22\\nMaguire, the Speculator, 26\\nThe Dewey Boy, 35\\nEverybody, but Casey, 43\\nThe Great Security, 46\\nWillful Willie, 49\\nMurphy and the Minuet, 55\\nThe Pageville Band, 58\\nTypo McSetters, 60\\nTo a Tin Can, 61\\nValedictory 62", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "SWEENEY, THE TRAGEDIAN\\nI shall tell of what happened to Sweeney,\\nOf a scene that was witnessed by me;\\nI shall tell you the story of Sweeney,\\nA disciple of Booth and Salvini,\\nA tragedian striving to be.\\nWith regret, I shall tell\\nOf the wreck that befell\\nHis bark on the Thespian Sea.\\nFor it ever was Sweeney s ambition\\nTo shine on the tragedy stage\\nHe was firmly convinced of his mission\\nTo act, and to please, in addition;\\nAnd he sighed o er the drama s position,\\nAnd the barbarous mood of the age.\\nWhich excluded the grave to perdition.\\nWhile the gay might its leisure engage.\\nFor the popular taste\\nWill to comedy haste,\\nThough the prophets of tragedy rage.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "6 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nTwas for Sweeney to lead, not to follow,\\nTo stand like a man, not to stoop;\\nI encouraged him (friendship is hollow!)\\nTo insist that the public must swallow\\nHis brew of Shakesperian soup.\\nI acknowledge with shame\\nI was somewhat to blame\\nFor his troubles which came in a group.\\nShall I ever forget the occasion!\\nTwas a local variety show;\\nTo impart to it marked variation,\\nIts promoters, by honeyed persuasion.\\nGot Sweeney well not to say no.\\nTwas for charity s sake,\\nAnd a part he must take,\\nThough his dignity suffer a blow.\\nAnd so Sweeney was billed\\nWith the music-hall guild\\nWith the cheap, the uncultured, the low.\\nHe had chosen a scene from Othello,\\nFor his favorite part was the Moor,\\nlago was played by a fellow", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Sweeney, the Tragedian\\nWhose acting, in color, was yellow,\\nOne conceiving to speak as to bellow\\nThere are others, of course, to be sure.\\nYes, lago was bad;\\nAnd the star? Well, twas sad\\nHis support should be so insecure.\\nThe tragedians made their appearance\\nIn a welcoming burst of applause;\\nFor both had their friends and adherents\\nWho were ready to give them a clearance,\\nWhile others considered the cause.\\nBut the gallery god\\nDid not deign to applaud.\\nWhich I noticed twas one of the straws.\\nAnd I saw when the dialogue started,\\nThat the cherubs who sat up aloft\\nGave a hearing, at best, but half-hearted;\\nThen, grew restless and bored; then, imparted\\nTheir desire for a change. How they scoffed!\\nIt was, Sweeney, you re bum!\\nAnd Choke off! and Come, come!\\nWhile the milder ones shuffled and coughed.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "8 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nThough the pit glared aloft indignation,\\nThe unfeeling ones could not be checked:\\nWith Othello s farewell, the oration\\nIndicating the scene s termination,\\nI thought Sweeney would never connect;\\nBut he did (on my word!)\\nAnd then something occurred\\nWhich I certainly did not expect.\\nFor (as I may be sworn) when Othello\\nTo promiscuous things said good-b) ^e,\\nA tomato (not one hard and yellow,\\nBut a red one, large, fruity and mellow)\\nWas thrown by some villianous fellow,\\nAnd it broke over Sweeney s right eye!\\nI would fain draw a screen\\nO er the rest of the scene,\\nI am tempted to sit down and cry\\nWhen I think of the same,\\nWith the pit yelling shame,\\nAnd the jeers of the vultures on high.\\nTwas in vain then that Sweeney contended\\nHe could lick any man in the place,", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Sweeney^ the Tragedian\\nFor the merciful curtain descended\\nBetween him and us, and thus ended\\nThis chapter of human disgrace.\\nI shall never forget\\nI can see Sweeney yet,\\nThe tomato, like blood, on his face!\\nAnd I feel, when I think\\nTo what depths men will sink,\\nThat the brutes are a worthier race.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "The Barnstormer s Companion\\nHURLEY, THE HYPNOTIZER\\nWhen Charley Hurley whipped McGraw, the\\nchampion of Troy.\\nThere swept across the Bay an overwhelming\\nwave of joy.\\nThose who had doubted his success were then\\nheard to declare\\nThat Charley had improved and was a fighter now\\nfor fair;\\nWhile those who always backed him were so lav-\\nish in their praise\\nAs to say that he could beat the world, and would\\none of these days.\\nNo wonder Charley s cranium began to broaden\\nout;\\nNo wonder, when his backers then arranged a pri-\\nvate bout\\nWith a nigger from Schenectady, his confidence\\nwas such\\nThat when I met him on the street, and he my\\nhand did clutch,", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Hurley, the Hypnotizer ii\\nAnd we went in to lubricate in Hennessey s saloon,\\nHe whispered, Cul, come down an see me polish\\nofFde coon!\\nI was present at the bouts where he had taken his\\ndegrees;\\nI felt that he could whip his dark antagonist with\\nease;\\nBut I didn t like the notion of his fighting with a\\nblack\\nI said it was undignified, but Hurley answered\\nback\\nDere s a hundred plunkers in it, an it s just like\\nfindin See?\\nDe boys has got der dough up, an of course dey\\nlook to me!\\nI never knew before, for sure, dat money was so\\ncheap!\\nIt s a pipe! Come down an watch me while I put\\nde coon to sleep!\\nI saw that Hurley s thoughts on certain victory\\nwere fixed;", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "12 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nHis confidence grew greater with each basin of\\nthe mixed,\\nFor a heavyweight in training, as he was thought\\nto be,\\nI couldn t see much harm in his imbibing two or\\nthree;\\nBut when I saw him empty six, at once I cried a\\nhalt,\\nDeclaring, if his friends were thrown, that he would\\nbe at fault.\\nHe stopped Excuse me, boys, said he; I\\nmight wade in too deep!\\nS long! Come down and see me when I rock de\\ncoon to sleep!\\nAnd we all did go to see him we were present on\\nthe night\\nWhen Hurley fought in Brady s barn that memor-\\nable fight;\\nAnd, though we had our dollars up at odds of one\\nto three\\nDidn t Hurley tell us all, it was like findin\\nmoney see?", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Hurley, the Hypnotizer 13\\nAh! Clearly do I recollect when both stepped in\\nthe ring,\\nHow Hurley, in an undertone, a lullaby did sing!\\nHow he winked at us and smiled a smile of satis-\\nfaction deep,\\nAnd whispered, In de second round, I ll push\\nhis corks to sleep!\\nBut alas! how can I tell it? when the second\\nround was o er,\\nThe nigger s soles were still quite horizontal with\\nthe floor;\\nAnd when the third, and fourth, and fifth, and\\nsixth were fought away,\\nHis soles still touched quite far from perpen-\\ndicular were they!\\nAnd when the awful seventh came, and he got in\\nthat blow\\nThat blew our money high, sky high, and laid our\\nHurley low\\nGood heavens! when I think of it, it almost makes\\nme weep!\\nThe nigger standing up awake! and Hurley\\ndown asleep!", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "14 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nAnd shall I e er forget the scene when Hurley s\\nwits came back?\\nWhen his seconds told him he was whipped? I\\nthought his heart would crack!\\nHe blubbered like an infant tears came rolling\\ndown his cheek.\\nTwas quite a while ere he could summon up the\\nvoice to speak\\nSay, fellers, am I licked? said he; did the\\ncoon put me to sleep?\\nIndeed, he did that, Hurley, and tis well for you\\nto weep.\\nFor **the Bay is now in mourning, with its chat-\\ntels all in pawn;\\nWhile the hypnotizing influence of Hurley s dukes\\nis gone!", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "The Reubens 15\\nTHE REUBENS\\nSet the laugh in circulation,\\nFor the Reubens are in town.\\nOn the pan of conversation,\\nLet us roast them good and brown.\\nTo the wrinkles in their clothes\\nWhere the seeds of hay repose,\\nLet us first direct attention: this convicts them for\\nit shows\\nAn addiction to suburban, agricultural pursuits.\\nAnd, of course, they wear their trousers tucked\\nwithin their muddy boots.\\nAnd, their hats for generations,\\nThey were surely handed down!\\nLet us make our observations,\\nFor the Reubens are in town.\\nIf their clothes do not betray them,\\nOr their faces rough and brown;\\nThere are other ways to weigh them,\\nWhen the Reubens come to town:", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "1 6 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nJust you listen to them talk,\\nAnd observe them gape and gawk\\nAs they stare the lofty buildings; then just notice\\nhow they walk\\nYou can always tell the Reubens by the way they\\nsling their feet;\\nOver these important members their control is not\\ncomplete.\\nWatch the way they lift their gaiters,\\nAnd the way they slam them down,\\nAs if stepping o er **pertaters\\nWhen the Reubens come to town.\\nWhat a harvest we may gather,\\nWhen the Reuben comes to town!\\nIs he easy? Well, now rather!\\nJust a push will throw him down.\\nYes, the Reuben s wits are thick,\\nWhile we city chaps are slick:\\nWith a satchel full of sawdust, or a golden-var-\\nnished brick,\\nWe can start negotiations and induce him to\\ninvest.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "The Reubens 17\\nIt is thus we do the Reuben, and the Reuben\\ndoes the rest.\\nThough on these and like offenses,\\nThe stern moralist may frown,\\nYet; we ve got to pay expenses\\nWhen the Reubens come to town.\\nTis the city chap s conception\\nOf the Rube that I set down;\\nThere are Rubes of this description,\\nAnd they sometimes come to town.\\nBut it s funny when you read\\nOf the fellows who succeed,\\nYou will find they all were brought up on a farm\\nthey were, indeed!\\nThat is, the great majority. Just look it up your-\\nself;\\nCompare the town, and country born in influence\\nor pelf.\\nThat the Reubens are ambitious\\nIs a fact that will not down;\\nAnd we ought to be suspicious\\nWhen the Reubens come to town.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "1 8 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nHALEY, THE XLV-PLAYER\\nOwen Haley was a man who loved to play a social\\ngame;\\nHe could beat old Hoyle himself at forty-fives,\\nand while the same\\nMight imply that he was tricky or inclined to\\nstack the cards,\\nA squarer fellow never lifted lumber in the yards.\\nHaley stood a trifle over six, and weighed two\\nhundred pounds.\\nAnd no one picked a fight with him on insufficient\\ngrounds.\\nHe would sooner play his favorite game of forty-\\nfives than eat\\nSuch a hearty player! Riley said he always played\\nto beat.\\nBut Riley s saying had another bearing, be it\\nsaid,\\nFor Haley beat the table more than those with\\nwhom he played.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Haley, the XL V-Player 19\\nAnd it really was a fact, for every point that Haley\\nscored,\\nHe would bring his knuckles down with such a\\nnoise upon the board\\nThat the neighbors would be startled, until some\\none passed the word:\\nSure it s only Haley playin forty-fives.\\nIt was Haley s habit every night to lighten up the\\ngloom\\nWith a friendly game or two in Jerry Donohue s\\nback room.\\nTwas the custom of the boarders, and, I think, it\\nstill survives,\\nTo fight away their troubles in the game of forty-\\nfives.\\nAnd when Haley was among them, all the bottles\\nin the place\\nWould dance upon the shelves, if he should hold\\nthe jack or ace.\\nIt was wonderful, the strength he had it hap-\\npened, many a night.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "20 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nThat Murphy, the patrolman, would look in, sus-\\npecting fight,\\nWhile Donohue would stop him with the explana-\\ntion trite\\nSure it s only Haley playin forty-fives.\\nOne day twas in the summer business hap-\\npened to be slack,\\nHaley called his good friend Foley, and produced\\na greasy pack;\\nAnd, finding a convenient spot upon a lumber\\npile,\\nThe two sat down to play a game to pass away\\nthe while.\\nSuch a time they had! the cracking of their\\nknuckles on the pine\\nWas echoed back and forth for several yards\\nalong the line,\\nUntil matters reached a crisis, it was Haley caused\\nit all,\\nFor he gave a blow that shook the pile that made\\nit shift and fall.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Haley, the XLV- Player 21\\nThey felt it going, tried to save themselves but\\ntwas too late\\nIt caught them, and they narrowly escaped a fear-\\nful fate.\\nAs it was, their plight was bad enough, for when\\nthe two were found,\\nThey were lying stiff and senseless as the boards\\nupon the ground.\\nStrange to say, their fellow workmen heard the\\ncrash but never moved;\\nThough one expressed concern, the rest with this\\nremark reproved:\\nSure it s only Haley playin forty-fives.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "22 The Barnstormer s Companion\\n\u00e2\u0099\u00a6THOSE OLD IRISH AIRS\\nCome, Katie, alanna, tune up your piano\\nAnd play off the songs that your father likes best.\\nYou ve been practising there till you have me\\nuneasy;\\nLet s hear from Tom Moore ^just byway of a rest.\\nNo doubt but your teacher has told you they re\\ntrashy\\nAnd nothing but simple, old-fashioned affairs.\\nThat s all very well but your father knows better;\\nSo just play a few of those old Irish airs.\\nAh Moore was the one that could measure his\\nverses\\nA skilful mechanic twas he knew his art;\\nA thief of the world, with a wonderful latch-key,\\nTo open the door of an Irishman s heart.\\nHe never would knock and apply for admittance,\\nBut in he would creep and make off with your\\ncares;", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Those Old Tnsh Airs 23\\nAnd well may his countrymen hold him in honor\\nFor putting such words to those old Irish airs.\\nIf it s hungry you are for a song sentimental,\\nJust take up the list and look over the food;\\nThe Last Rose of Summer, The Vale of\\nAvoca,\\nBelieve Me and others will answer your mood.\\nIf revengeful you feel at the wrongs of the Saxon,\\nLet Erin Remember will soothe unawares,\\nWhile the song of The Minstrel will speak your\\nresentment\\nAnd ring for all ages those old Irish airs.\\nIf to mirth you re inclined, or in need of diversion.\\nLook over the feast and prepare for a laugh;\\nMiss McLeod has the floor and our dear |Nora\\nCreina\\nWith Tatter Jack Welsh and gay Larry\\nO Gaflf.\\nDon t tell me there s naught to admire in such\\nmusic", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "24 The Barnstormer s Companion\\n*Twas made for all times you can see how it\\nwears.\\nWhy, the blood rushes up to my cheek with the\\nnotes,\\nAnd my heart beats the time to those old Irish\\nIn the war with the South, with my Irish com-\\npanions,\\nI ve heard those airs played when the battle was\\nnigh;\\nAnd I ve marked the wild look in their eyes as\\nthey listened,\\nAs if they were ready to fight then, and die.\\nAnd when I lay wounded, and death hovered o er\\nme.\\nThe music would haunt me and mix in my prayers,\\nAnd I wondered at times if the angels in heaven\\nHad songs that could equal those old Irish airs.\\nDon t tell me that music is simple or trashy,\\nWhich fills men with motives unselfish and high.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Those Old Irish Airs 25\\nThere is not a bar in your fine compositions\\nTo make a man fight for a cause though he die.\\nAnd though that same cause may seem lost for the\\npresent,\\nThe loss only adds to the charm that it wears;\\nFor the hope smold ring deep in an Irishman s\\nbosom\\nWill never die out while he hears those old airs.\\nThen, Katie, alanna, play off the dear music,\\nAnd please your old father, if but for to-night,\\nFor though it may not be at all to your liking.\\nIt s all in the taste and we both may be right.\\nPlay off the dear measures that breathe of the\\nshamrock.\\nThe moors and the mountains, the factions and\\nfairs;\\nThough a tyrant has strangled a cause and a\\npeople,\\nHe never could smother those old Irish airs.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "26 The Barjistormers Companion\\nMAGUIRE, THE SPECULATOR\\nI remember well the day I got acquainted with\\nMaguire:\\nTwas at Kennedy s the broker stocks were\\ndropping, and the wire\\nSang a song of swift disaster in the Stock Ex-\\nchange below\\nA song which ran the gamut to the lowest notes of\\nwoe.\\nAs I stood and watched, with others there, the\\nchanges on the board.\\nComparing stocks and figuring the losses they had\\nscored,\\nI made a chance remark about Confabulated\\nGas,\\n(Some expression of my faith in it was what my\\nlips let pass),\\nWhich remark was caught up eagerly by someone\\nstanding near,\\nA gentleman whose face was drawn and white\\nwith nervous fear,", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Maguire, the Speculator 27\\nWho, foolishly, requested me to tell him all I\\nknew\\nAbout the stock in question. From his anxious-\\nness I drew\\nThe obvious conclusion (which was true enough,\\nalas!)\\nThat my friend must be a holder of Confabu-\\nlated Gas:\\nSo I reassured him, going far beyond the facts I\\nknew,\\nI declared the stock would rally back within a\\nweek or two.\\nAnd it did. Although at best I was an optimistic\\nliar,\\nMy prediction won for me the admiration of\\nMaguire,\\nAfter that I saw him often, and wherever we\\nmight meet.\\nBefore the board at Kennedy s, or out upon the\\nstreet,\\nHe would greet me somewhat stealthily, and never\\nlet me pass", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "28 The Barnstorvier s Companion\\nWithout asking my opinion of Confabulated\\nGas;\\nOf its merits, and its prospects: Did I look for\\nany rise?\\nOr, did I think it high enough? or, what would I\\nadvise?\\nIt was plain to me that he was but a novice at the\\ngame,\\nBut novices are lucky they arrive there just the\\nsame.\\nI was curious to know why he elected to invest\\nIn a property so whimsical: Maguire to me con-\\nfessed\\nThjt a friend of his, a man of wealth, a man who\\nought to know,\\nHad told him to secure some Gas, and not to\\nlet it go.\\nThat, while it might sell lower, it would pay him\\nin the end.\\nMaguire had every reason to believe his learned\\nfriend,\\nSo he got together all the little wealth at his com-\\nmand", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Maguire, the Speculator 2g\\nAnd bought a hundred shares of Gas. He cer-\\ntainly had sand.\\nThe price he paid was eighty, but it slumped\\naway so quick\\nDown to sixty and a trifle that it really made him\\nsick.\\nHe began to have his doubts about the judj^ment\\nof his friend,\\nSo, whenever prices showed a disposition to\\ndescend,\\nMaguire wrould fear a panic, he could scent it in\\nthe air.\\nWhen the bears w^ere in the saddle (how Maguire\\ndid hate a bear!)\\nScenes of riot, wreck and ruin would before his\\nvision pass,\\nWith a general explosion of Confabulated Gas.\\nFor Maguire could never understand the attitude\\nof bears;\\nHe couldn t grasp their function in the balance of\\naffairs.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "30 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nTo him they were as highwaymen; he thought it\\nvery strange\\nThat the governors permitted them to enter the\\nExchange.\\nHis views, you see, were personal, not broad nor\\nover-deep,\\nFor his mind had not that general or philosophic\\nsweep.\\nWhen Kennedy would tell him bears were useful\\nin their way,\\nThat, like the tail upon a kite, they had a part to\\nplay,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat, were it not for them, the stocks would sail\\nup out of sight,\\nMaguire would simply grunt and utter forth the\\nhope they might.\\nHe didn t think it fair that Gas should get so\\nmany knocks;\\nHe thought that for a change the bears should raid\\nthe other stocks.\\nNow this complaint betrayed in him another\\nmental twist.\\nFor he never made comparisons with others on\\nthe list.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Maguire, the Speculator 31\\nHe never kept account of them, they were as\\nlesser lights:\\nThe Gas (what else?) was Jupiter, the rest were\\nsatellites.\\nAny weakness in the Grangers or the Coal-\\ners was as naught;\\nTo the Sugar and Tobacco stocks he never gave\\na thought.\\nHe could nt view the market as a whole, or in the\\nmass;\\nWhen in search of information it was always,\\nHow is Gas?\\nIt used to weary me at times, it got to be a bore;\\nI remember once when with a friend and passing\\nby his store,\\nHe saw me and ran out, his little query to pre-\\nsent:\\nHow is it? How is what? said I, well know-\\ning what he meant.\\nI admit that I was nettled, but he made me smile,\\nalas!\\nAs with solemn face he sprung that same old\\nquestion, How is Gas?", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "32 The Barnstormer^ s Companion\\nWhen a man becomes possessor of a hundred\\nshares of stock,\\nIt is saddening to witness how his finer feelings\\nrock,\\nHow the springs of human sympathy are dried\\nwithin his breast,\\nHow every noble impulse is combated and re-\\npressed.\\nI regret to say Maguire was no exception to the\\nrule,\\nThat his reason was enslaved, and of his selfish-\\nness the tool,\\nOr he never would have argued (as he often did\\nalas!)\\nThat nothing could be justified that interfered,\\nwith Gas.\\nThus, when the Venezuela message staggered\\nJohnny Bull,\\nAnd reacted on the market, giving it a downward\\npull;\\nMaguire, although an Irishman with all the term\\nimplies.\\nDeclared we had no right to interfere. He shut\\nhis eyes", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Maguire, the Speculator 33\\nTo everything but prices. When the Cubans\\nsought our aid\\nMaguire, although his sympathies were with them,\\nwas afraid\\nThat a serious disturbance in the market might\\nensue\\nIf we give them recognition: so, 6i course, it\\nwouldn t do.\\nAnd when the silver champions obtained the\\nupper hand\\nIn the Democratic party, when, with Bryan in\\ncommand,\\nIt seemed as if the Democrats had half a show to\\nwin.\\nAnd the market sank to depths where it before\\nhad never been;\\nThen was it civil war was waged within Maguire s\\nbreast,\\nAnd his boasted straight Democracy subjected to\\na test.\\nHe declared to me that Bryan was the greatest man\\nalive.\\nBut how could he vote for Bryan, with Gas at\\nforty-five?\\nHow he voted, I was curious to know, but never\\nlearned.\\n3", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "34 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nWhen the crisis had been weathered and the mar-\\nket upward turned,\\nAnd Maguire was happy in his Gas and\\ndidn t care to sell,\\nI would rally him about his vote, but he would\\nnever tell.\\nHe was guarded in the matter, not the slightest\\nclue he gave,\\nAnd the secret of his choice lies buried with him\\nin the grave.\\nFor Maguire is dead. His soul, I hope, is now\\namong the blest.\\nWhere the tickers cease from ticking, and the\\nmarket is at rest;\\nWhere all are long of Happiness, and short of\\nPain and Care.\\nI also hope the time shall come when I may join\\nhim there;\\nBut I m willing now to wager, if Saint Peter lets\\nme pass.\\nThat Maguire will hail me at the gate and whisper,\\nHow is Gas?", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "The Dewey Boy 35\\nTHE DEWEY BOY\\nMcKinley, of Ohio, was our spokesman at the\\ntime\\nWhen ihe Spaniards sank the Maine, and seemed\\nto glory in their crime.\\nWe wanted peace till that occurred, twas blood\\nwe wanted then;\\nSo McKinley passed the word along to all our\\nfighting men:\\nGet ready, boys, to let the old war eagle loose\\nagain,\\nFor the foreigner our fighting bird is scorning.\\nAcross the seas the message went to Dewey far\\naway:\\nGet ready Dewey! Sail your ships into Manila\\nBay!\\nEvery vessel of the Spaniard you must capture or\\ndestroy;\\nLet not a ship be left our western seaboard to\\nannoy;", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "36 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nBe you the first to strike, and may the issue bring\\nus joy,\\nAnd speed our night of sorrow into morning.\\nWhen the message got to Dewey, in the far-off\\nChina bay,\\nApril, brushing aside her tears, was smiling into\\nMay.\\nTwas the time of yeai, as Dewey knew, when\\nfolks back in the States\\nWere wont to change their residence, and so he\\nhailed his mates.\\nSaying, Boys, it s near the first of May the\\ngreat occasion waits,\\nAnd besides the owner here has given vrarning.\\nThe Navy people seem to think it s time ior us\\nto move,\\n(It is hoped the change will please us, and our\\ngeneral health improve.)\\nThey have ordered us to occupy a place across the\\nway.\\nWhich has now a Spanish tenant but he may not\\ncare to stay!", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "The Dewey Boy 37\\nWe shall call on him, however, and hear what he\\nhas to say;\\nLet your anchors be uplifted in the morning.\\nSo they lifted up their anchors on the morrow,\\nand they steamed\\nAcross the China Sea to where the Spaniard lay\\nand dreamed.\\nFor three full days they journeyed on, and then\\nthe goal was nigh;\\nBut the hour was not auspicious, so they quietly\\nlay by,\\nWhile the stars like mice, came creeping forth to\\nfeast upon the sky,\\nTill the solar cat should rout them at the dawn-\\ning.\\nManila Bay before them lay, they stood without\\nthe gate,\\nSaid Dewey, when he thought it time, Well, boys,\\nits growing late.\\nAnd there s nothing to be gained by waiting out\\nhere any more;", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "38 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nLet us all go in and register, and I ll go on\\nbefore,\\nAnd don t disturb the slumbers of the man that s\\ntending door,\\nWe can show him our credentials in the morn-\\ning.\\nIn single file, with Dewey at the head they started\\nin,\\nWith every ship prepared for fight, and eager to\\nbegin.\\nStealthily, they sailed across the threshold of the\\nBay,\\nTardily the guns on shore awoke and bade them\\nstay,\\nBut they had to reach Manila at tie breaking of\\nthe May,\\nSo they hurried on, the feeble challenge scorning.\\nOn through the darkness, up the Bay, went Dewey\\nand his men.\\nCarefully feeling their way along. A few more\\nmiles, and then\\nThe goal was reached. As silently as snow comes\\nin the night,", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "The Dewey Boy* 39\\nSurprising us at morn when we behold the land-\\nscape white,\\nSo Dewey came upon the foe; and woeful was\\nthe sight,\\nWhen the Spaniard woke to view it in the\\nmorning.\\nFor the Spaniard wasn t ready: in astonishment\\nand rage\\nHe glared upon the Yankee yet he hastened to\\nengage;\\nFrom fort and ship he volleyed forth an angry\\nfusilade\\nAs the Yankee ships came steaming up as if upon\\nparade;\\nNo answer did the latter make, they prudently\\ndelayed\\nFor a closer range, as Dewey gave the warning.\\nWith silent but impatient guns, they moved upon\\nthe foe,\\nUntil Dewey thought the distance right, and said,\\nBoys, let er go;\\nGo at them now and eat them up, the Eagle\\nwaits in pain,", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "40 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nRemember, every shot must tell, and don t forget\\nthe Maine!\\nThey ll be printing new geographies when we get\\nthrough with Spain\\nWe will send the world to school again this\\nmorning.\\nIn chorus, then, the Yankee guns, with methods\\ntrained and true,\\nBegan to sing; and then it was, the Spanish\\nsplinters flew.\\nAbove the fleet the Eagle soared, an inspiration\\ndear,\\nBreasting his native element, the gun-smoked\\natmosphere\\nWhile Dewey, death-directing, sped the shells on\\ntheir career\\nRiddling, sinking, shattering, and burning.\\nAnd the old war eagle flapped his wings and\\nscreamed out in delight\\nI ve seen em all, but damme! how that Dewey\\nboy can fight!\\nAnd fight he did, with energy, with coolness and\\nwith skill,", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "The Dewey Boy 41\\nTill not a Spanish ship was left afloat to thwart\\nhis will,\\nTill our flag was floated proudly o er Manila where\\nit still,\\nIn its glory, is the first to greet the morning.\\nWhen the present Yankee school-boy in his coun-\\ntry s hist ry reads,\\nHe shall dwell, with just elation, on our many\\nnaval deeds.\\nHe shall read of Jones, who made us felt when\\nstruggling to be free,\\nOf Decatur, Hull and Perry, that iconoclastic\\nthree.\\nWho loved to fight and whip the self-styled ruler\\nof the sea.\\nHer claims to naval sovereignty scorning.\\nHe shall read of fearless Farragut, who, breasting\\nshot and shell.\\nDashed up the Mississippi, and, triumphant, lived\\nto tell;\\nAnd, last of all (in point of time, but not in merit,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Nay!)", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "42 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nHe shall read of him who woke them up in far\\nManila Bay,\\nHe shall read of Dewey rising on the sea at break\\nof day,\\nAnd sweeping all before him with the morning.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Evejybody, but Casey 43\\nEVERYBODY, BUT CASEY\\nThere was trouble at the boarding-house, a week\\nago to-night,\\nAn argument political, which ended in a fight.\\nMr. Foley is a silver man, unlimited and free;\\nHe talked to Mr. Casey of the Crime of Seventy-\\nthree.\\nThough his knowledge of the subject was de-\\ncidedly diffuse,\\nAnd though Casey took exception to a number of\\nhis views,\\nThere never would have been the slightest trouble\\nin the case\\nHad not Foley, making gestures, thrust his hand\\nin Casey s face.\\nMr, Casey thought this more than he was called\\nupon to stand;\\nHe dropped the argument at once, but quickly\\nraised his hand.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "44 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nAnd aiming straight for Foley s nose, let go with\\nall his might,\\nAnd with that the two went at it in a rough-and-\\ntumble fight.\\nWhen the boarders got between them, and a truce\\nhad been arranged,\\nThe general plan of Foley s face was noticeably\\nchanged.\\nHe shook his fist at Casey, threatened vengance\\ndeep and dire,\\nAnd called on all the powers that be to further his\\ndesire.\\nThus they parted in their anger, but they met\\nagain that night\\nAt the Dutchman s on the corner, and, to show\\nthe world his spite,\\nFoley threw a silver dollar on the bar with savage\\nvim,\\nAnd invited everybody there to have a drink with\\nhim\\nEverybody, but Casey.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Everybody^ but Casey 45\\nThis proceeding had a tendency to start the\\nstrife anew;\\nAnd the boarders who were present thought an-\\nother fight was due.\\nThere were fifteen men who answered in response\\nto Foley s call\\nTo drink; including Foley there were sixteen\\nmen in all.\\nSaid Casey as he counted heads: It pleases me\\nto know\\nThat Foley, when he treats, observes the proper\\nratio,\\nAnd will buy the drinks for sixteen men to every-\\none that s barred.\\nIt s funny. But I hate to see him take the thing\\n^rl so hard;\\nSure I m sixteen times as sorry as himself we ever\\nfought.\\nEnough! said Foley; Let us make it seventeen\\nto nought.\\nSo, with general approval, they their diflference\\ndid sink,\\nAnd everybody stood in line before the bar to\\ndrink,\\nIncluding Casey.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "46 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nTHE GREAT SECURITY\\nAre you for stories? Here s one that I got\\nFrom an old man; which opens up its plot\\nIn Ireland, in a fateful famine year.\\nThe story-teller s father, twould appear\\nA prudent farmer, had put by a store\\nFrom the abundance of the year before,\\nWhich he retailed among the peasantry\\nWho, lacking cash, could give security.\\nOne day there came to him a stranger sad,\\nA widow, with her son, both poorly clad;\\nA sack of meal of him she did request,\\nIf he would trust The farmer acquiesced,\\nThinking the payment she could guarantee\\nAnd asked who her security would be\\nSecurity! the woman echoed, awed;\\nSure, I have no security but God.\\nThe farmer started stammered bowed his\\nhead:", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "The Great Security 47\\nI couldn t ask a better one! he said.\\nThe meal is yours, good woman! Have it so;\\nAnd though the price of it to me you owe,\\nI ll take your word for it I m not afraid\\nBut God in His good time will see me paid.\\nThe woman thanked him, took the meal away;\\nThe farmer never saw her from that day.\\nHis wife, to whom he spoke of the affair,\\nWho of the pennies took a closer care,\\nReproached him for his carelessness, for she\\nHad not his faith or fine simplicity.\\nA year rolled by, and then another one;\\nNo word came from the widow or her son.\\nThe wife now mado no effort to conceal\\nHer doubts concerning payment for the meal.\\nMany the hint she dropped of reckless waste.\\nOf charity and confidence misplaced,\\nTo which her worthy man, with smile sedate,\\nWould simply toss his head and bid her wait.\\nAt last it must have been three years or more\\nThere came one day a stranger to their door;", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "48 The Barnstormed s Companion\\nThe farmer knew, as he his face did scan,\\nIt was the widow s son now grown a man.\\nThe youth recalled the meal that had been given,\\nAnd said his mother, who was now in Heaven,\\nHad made him promise by her dying cot,\\nAt the first opportunity he got,\\nTo pay their debt; and he had said he would;\\nHe now had come to make that promise good.\\nThe farmer smiled, and raised his hands in praise,\\nLooked at his wife who blushed beneath his gaze\\nAh, woman! said he, Now you must admit\\nThat I was right, for here s the proof of it.\\nI always said that debt could not be bad,\\nFor see the great security I had!", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Willful Willie 49\\nWILLFUL WILLIE\\nAt a table, in a cottage, sat a family of three\\nFather, mother, and a son and they were doomed\\nto disagree.\\nTwas Thanksgiving, and the youth declared that\\nhe was nearly starved.\\nAs with hungry eyes he gazed upon the turkey\\nbeing carved,\\nBut the old man took his time, and when the job\\nwas neatly done.\\nHe reserved the breast and wing, and passed the\\nleg unto his son.\\nTwas at this the son grew angry, and at once\\nbegan to bawl\\nIf he couldn t have the breast or wing, he wouldn t\\neat at all.\\nNow the father was a man who never took the\\nslightest sauce\\n(Though it goes well with a turkey) he would\\nshow that he was boss;\\n4", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "50 The Barnstorjner s Companion\\nIn a manner terrorizing he held up the carving\\nknife,\\nSaying, Willie, never speak like that again in\\nall your life!\\nBut dear Willie didn t weaken for a little: he\\narose.\\nLeft the table and the room, and donned his Sun-\\nday suit of clothes;\\nThen walked out into the cold world, slamming\\nhard the big front door;\\nAnd the father and the mother never saw their\\nWillie more!\\nOh! the watching and the waiting for their boy to\\nreappear!\\nDays expanded into months, and soon the months\\nbecame a year.\\nStill no tidings of the absent not a letter, not a\\nword\\nThough the father searched and questioned, not\\nthe slightest news was heard.\\nWhen Thanksgiving came, they sat before the\\ntable in despair.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Willful Willie 51\\nAnd their eyes were blurred with tears, as they\\nbeheld the vacant chair.\\nVery little did they eat, and very little did they\\nsay,\\nFor their thoughts were with the prodigal with\\nWillie far away.\\nSoon the mother s hair grew silvered, and the\\nfather s step grew slow,\\nWorn with restlessness they faded sinking\\nneath the cruel blow.\\nStill they never gave up hoping that their boy\\nmight yet appear\\nAnd the fire of hope kept burning for another\\nanxious year.\\nWhen Thanksgiving time drew nigh they advei-\\ntised for him to come\\nPublished messages imploring him to turn his\\nsteps to home.\\nEvery paper had a personal, the hardest heart to\\nwring,\\nSaying, Willie, dear, come back, and you may\\nhave the breast and wing.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "52 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nAnd what became of Willie, when he left his\\nfather s roof?\\nAh! sad to tell, he ne er did well from work he\\nheld aloof,\\nAnd eked a mean existence, Hying like a common\\ntramp\\nTo a free lunch fiend he dwindled, of the most\\nobnoxious stamp.\\nDrifting to the great metropolis, he shifted to\\nand fro\\nWith the tide of poor unfortunates who do not\\nreap or sow.\\nThere were times when he was hungry turned\\nupon the streets to beg.\\nHe wanted then no breast nor wing his kingdom\\nfor a leg\\nYet he never thought of turning to the anxious\\nones at home\\nThey should never know his struggles he had\\nleft, and he would roam\\nOver all the wild creation, and he never would\\nreturn", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Willful Willie 53\\nBe dependent on his father for the food he did not\\nearn.\\nThus he fought the years in silence, till one day he\\nchanced to read,\\nIn a paper laid as table cloth beneath a free lunch\\nfeed,\\nWords that rocked his resolution, opened up\\nemotion s spring\\nThey were, Willie, dear, come back, and you\\nmay have the breast and wing.\\nIn a moment he decided to put pride upon the\\nshelf,\\nFor he knew those words were printed for none\\nother than himself.\\nBack he started for the homestead, like the prodi-\\ngal, but Fate\\nWas not half so kind to Willie, for he came\\nalas too late\\nAh the sheet he read the message in was printed\\nlong before.\\nAnd his parents worn with waiting, had crossed\\nto the golden shore.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "54 The Barnstormer^ s Companion\\nWillie sickened when he heard the news they\\nburied him in spring\\nLet us hope he is an angel now, and doesn t lack\\na wing.\\nt\\n-\u00c2\u00ab.a^", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Murphy and the Minuet 55\\nMURPHY AND THE MINUET\\nBad scran to it, said Murphy, with his collar\\nwringing- wet;\\nMay the divil dance with him who introduced\\nthe minuet.\\nI can paralyze the polka, trip the waltz without a\\nbreak,\\nBut the minuet it beats me that it does it wins\\nthe cake.\\nSure the muscles of me legs are cramped, and\\nkeep contracting yet,\\nJust from standing stiff upon the floor to walk the\\nminuet.\\nDid you say you never danced it? Sure, it s not\\na dance at all\\nYou move, of course, they keep you gawking up\\nand down the hall.\\nThe music plays a funeral march, you take the\\nlady s hand,", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "56 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nThen up you go and down you go, then bow, and\\nscrape, and stand.\\nThe ladies lift their skirts as though afraid they\\nmight get wet,\\nAnd the men step out like ganders when they\\nwalk the minuet.\\nI m told the dance is English, yes, it s English,\\ndon t you know?\\nIf you didn t, you d surmise it, it s so deuced,\\nbloomin slow.\\nAnd it s not because it s English I dislike it, if\\nyou please,\\nIt s the stiffness sure you have no use for hinges\\nin your knees,\\nYet the ladies think it beautiful, and all of them\\nare set\\nOn dancing nothing else at all but the stately\\nminuet.\\nStill it s not the step that tires you when you start\\nto walk the chalk.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Murphy and the Minuet 57\\nIt s the consciousness, the feeling that you re\\nposing like a gawk.\\nAnd every time you raise the left and balance on\\nthe right,\\nYour feet become obnoxious and you wish them\\nout of sight.\\nI will not be a Romeo to any Juliet\\nWho looks for me to lead her out to dance the\\nminuet.\\nH", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "58 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nTHE PAGEVILLE BAND\\nWhen music cheering arrests my hearing,\\nI often think of the Pageville Band,\\nOf their selections their tone-confections,\\nTheir swift dissections of the theme in hand.\\nWhen Gilmore thundered with half a hundred,\\nI sat and wondered was it half so grand,\\nAs my memory traveled\\nTo the strains unraveled\\nBy the eager efforts of the Pageville Band.\\nI ve heard renditions of good musicians,\\nThe coalitions of their finest notes;\\nWith Cappa, Doring and Sousa pouring\\nHarmonious offerings from brazen throats;\\nBut mid their pealing, there came a feeling\\nA thought congealing the music grand,\\nAs my mind reverted\\nTo the disconcerted\\nTo the wild outpourings of the Pageville Band.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "The Pageville Band 59\\nWith what affection my recollection\\nCalls them before me!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 1 see them pass!\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat aggregation\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that combination\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThat fermentation of wind and brass!\\nLike the blithe canary, their time might vary,\\nYet they spoke a message all could understand,\\nAnd a Wagner lover\\nWould, no doubt, discover\\nSympathetic methods in the Pageville Band.\\nThere s a band in Hoosick that murders music:\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe bass-drummer smites with a red right hand,\\nWhile the trombone smothers his weaker brothers,\\nAnd stabs his neighbor at each expand.\\nMid such destruction and breezy ruction.\\nFearless, unmoved, unscathed, I stand.\\nFor I was hardened\\nBy the sins unpardoned\\nThat were shrieked to Heaven by the Pageville\\nBand.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "6o The Barnstormers Companion\\nTYPO McSETTERS\\nTypo McSetters, of the Daily Lance,\\nAwoke one night out of a mixed-ale trance,\\nAnd turning saw at an adjacent frame.\\nShadowy, but apparent just the same,\\nAn angel working with a golden stick.\\nTypo was paralyzed, but rallying quick.\\nHe cried: What settest thou? The angel turned.\\nAs if the speaker bold he would have spurned.\\nHe coldly, proudly spake: I set, said he,\\nThe names of those at Mrs. Astor s tea.\\nAnd is mine one? No! said the angel, vexed,\\nSet em up again, said Mac, and mine is\\nmixed.\\nThe angel vanished through the doorway dim;\\nAnd Mac said he went out to look for him.\\nNext day The Lance had a Police Digest,\\nAnd lo! McSetters name led all the rest.", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "To a Tin Can 6 1\\nTO A TIN CAN\\nThou still unrinsed food of William goats!\\nThou fostered child of high protection chiefs!\\nImprovised growler, out of whose mouth floats\\nThe well-mixed ale that drowns the Hobo s\\ngriefs!\\nWhat fruits are pictured round thy torrid zone!\\nWhere is the Jumbo peach this represents?\\nIn Jersey or the dales of Delaware?\\nWhat purple grapes! and gracious! what a pear!\\nColossal! Surely these fruits must have grown\\nOn trees we see in California prints!\\nReal fruit is large, but pictured fruit is huge!\\nThere are no limits to a painter s brush\\nDebased, and partner to a subterfuge\\nTo sell an enterprising canner s slush.\\nGreat Pear, I shall preserve thee as a fake!\\nSoft Peach, thy downy cheek shall ever bloom!\\nThose purple grapes shall cluster round thy brow.\\nDiscarded Tin and Father Time shall make\\nOf thee a ferrule for his scythe and thou\\nShalt rise above the general caprid doom!", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "62 The BarnSiOrmers Companion\\nVALEDICTORY\\nGo, little hobo of a book,\\nEndeavor to exist.\\nLet not thy name too soon adorn\\nThe mortuary list.\\nI would not have thee live alvvay;\\nA season shall suffice,\\nIf in that season thou shouldst make\\nIncision in the ice.\\nLive, then, a season, as a flower:\\nTo that, I liken thee;\\nSuspecting I have not the power\\nTo germinate a tree.\\nAye, like a flower, comport thyself:-\\nYet, do not blush unseen,\\nThough springing in the desert air\\nWithout the Magazine;", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Valedictory 63\\nBut ope thy leaves, and strive to scent\\nThe circumfluent air.\\nHaply some wight may pluck thee\\nFor his passing boutonierre,\\nMay pluck, and wear thee for a day,\\nAs beautiful pro tem.\\nBetter be worn and cast away\\nThan wither on the stem.\\nGo, little book, and sail the seas\\nWhere prouder ships have sunk,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhere storms abide, and every tide\\nFlows fast to the Isle of Junk.\\nGo, little book, pursue thyself,\\nGo forth, I care not where,\\nTo Hades, if thou wilt, and say\\nThat Richard sent thee there.", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "64 The Barnstormer s Companion\\nGo, little book, but thou art gone.\\nWell if thou shouldst return.\\nMy fire poetic still shall glow,\\nFor I ll have books to burn.\\nffi-il", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "\\\\h\\\\}^", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2*U.o", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "A^", "height": "2673", "width": "1824", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n015 785 523 2", "height": "2663", "width": "1772", "jp2-path": "barnstormerscomp00care_0080.jp2"}}