{"1": {"fulltext": "PS\\nI bOt)", "height": "3559", "width": "2336", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nWiai). Copyright No.\\n/f^^\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2346", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "Olde Love and Lavender\\nOther Verfes", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "Olde Love and Lavender\\nOther Verses\\nBy Roy L. McCardell\\nNew York\\nGodfrey A. S. Wieners\\n1900", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "Copyright, 1900, by Godfrey A. S. Wieners\\nAll rights reserved\\n77609\\nI ibrary of Congress\\nU o Copies Received\\nNOV 19 1900\\nV Copyright sntry\\nSECOND COPY\\nOelivored to\\nK^^\\nD. B. Updike^ The Merrymount Press, Boston", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "To\\nH. N. Marvin", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nSuppofedly Sentimental\\nOlde Love and Lavender i\\nJune Songs 2\\nThe Mermaid s Garden 3\\nIn Darkest Eden 4\\nThe Old Farm at the Mill S\\nThe Organ Man 7\\nThe Captain s Daughter 8\\nSong to the Rose 10\\nThe Naughty Echo 1 1\\nThe Jolly Drover 1 3\\nAt Ellis Island 15\\nDown Bedford Street 16\\nThe Proud Rose 18\\nThe Old Spite Lane 20\\nThe Little Old Store 21\\nSummer-time 22\\nHow it Developed 23\\nAbout Girls Moftly\\nWhen Phyllis Drives 27\\nHow it Happened 28\\nThe Sailor Girl 29\\nWhile I Toil in the Torrid Town 30\\nThe Legend of the Katydid 32\\nSally in our Alley 34\\nA Plaint\\n35\\nLove s Logic 36\\nHer Vacation 37\\nvil", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "The High Art Tea 38\\nAll Changed Save She 39\\nMary Jane 40\\nHer Pifture 42\\nThe Passing of Tennis 43\\nTo an American Beauty 44\\nThe Young Widow 45\\nShe Stoops to Conquer 46\\nThe Substitute Caddie 47\\nTo a Fay re Ladye 48\\nThe Cruel Toinette 4(j\\nThe Averted Sacrifice 50\\nA Bunch of Bowery Ballads\\nMame 53\\nThe Lilac Ball, Walhalla Hall 55\\nThe Belle of the Beanery 56\\nBefore the Ball 57\\nTwo Clowns 58\\nThe Passing of the Wild West 60\\nGround Hog Day 62\\nBallade of the Goats 63\\nIV. Various Verfes\\nAunt Hetty at the County Fair 67\\nThe Time of the Ramadan 69\\nAunt Ann s Plum Pudding 70\\nThe Kid 71\\nAnent the Fourteenth of February 72\\nSong of the Old Sky Blue 74\\nThe Place called Easy Street 76\\nSettled Down 78\\nviii", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "His Heroes 80\\nA Marsh Symphony 82\\nBallade of Old Songs 83\\nWhen Mary Climbed the Tree 84.\\nThe Guileless Chinaman 86\\nYe Foolish Old Bard and ye Wise Young Troubadour 87\\nYe Artifice of Dame Allyce 90\\nNote. 0/^ Lo ve and Lavender^ ^^The Passifig of Tetmis^ \u00e2\u0096\u00a0Mary\\nJane, The Old Spite Lane, Donvn Bedford Street, T/ie Naughty\\nEcho, Ye Artifice of Dame Allyce, \u00e2\u0096\u00a0Mame, The Captai?i s Daughter,\\nThe Lilac Ball, Walhalla Hall, Song of the Old Sky Blue, A Marsh\\nSymphony, Te Foolish Old Bard atid ye Wise Young Troubadour^ and\\n7nost of the shorter verses in this ^volume are reprinted by permission of\\nPuck. The Belle of the Beanery, June Songs, The Passing of the\\nWild West, and afe-iv others are reprinted by permission of Truth.\\nIx", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Suppofedly Sentimental\\nOlde Love and Lavender\\nOLD love is like old lavender that scents this oaken press\\nAnd hides its fragrance in the folds of lace and silken dress,\\nThe dress she wore with regal air at many a stately ball,\\nWhen dandies of the time declared she held the hearts of all.\\nShe held my heart, she held it long 5 ah, me she holds it yet j\\nThough that was in the long ago and sometimes I forget.\\nOld Love is like old lavender, forgotten clear, complete,\\nTill we disturb some memory fond and raise its fragrance sweet.\\nOld Love is like old lavender, it keeps its sweetness ever,\\nThough days glide into weeks and years, though hearts that love must sever.\\nAnd fate forbade. We parted, too our fond farewells were spoken j\\nAnd I forget, I said Ah, no Why, I have every token\\nThat, san61ified by love, she gave with each one a caress.\\nI laid them all in lavender, as is this silken dress\\nThe dress I loved to see her wear oh, quaint, old rich brocade\\nNo dress like you was ever worn, and by so sweet a maid\\nYou 11 wear it on our wedding day I often used exclaim\\nFor such a fate twas put apart and then our parting came.\\nOld Love is like old lavender, fragrant still the while 5\\nYes, Love is old, like lavender, old-fashioned, out of style\\nI", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "June Songs\\nWHY do I always sing of June\\nT is the month when I was born j\\nIt hath days of sun and nights of moon,\\nAnd merry insefts all in tune,\\nFiddling in the corn.\\nThe corn is young, the corn is green,\\nIts height is but a span j\\nLast year t was just as high, I ween,\\nBut they play as if there ne er had been\\nSuch corn since time began.\\nFor them in June the world is new.\\nFor me tis just the same\\nAs now so fair no flowers e er grew,\\nThe grass waves green a deeper hue,\\nThey sing with one acclaim.\\nIn June the birds all sing by day.\\nThe insefts sing by night\\nThey chirrup high a roundelay.\\nAnd sing and fiddle ever gay\\nAnd with new-found delight.\\nNo grass like this Nor e er such corn\\nNo nights like these they swear.\\nSo merry inse6fs sing till morn,\\nPraising the month when I was born,\\nJune ever new and fair\\n2", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "The Mermaid s Garden\\nTHE mermaid s garden is always cool,\\nThere shadows always keep\\nFor the mermaid s garden is a pool,\\nOn which pond-lilies sleep.\\nThere is never the song of a tuneful throat\\nAnd never the buzz of a bee j\\nInstead, in the mermaid s garden float\\nThe fish all silently.\\nAnd if the mermaid would see the bloom\\nOf the lilies she plants to grow,\\nShe must grasp the stalks in the watery gloom\\nAnd pull down the flower below.\\nWatch some day from the lily-pond bank j\\nA lily will disappear\\nBe sure a mermaid is where it sank,\\nA mermaid s garden s here\\nC 3", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "In Darkest Eden\\nOOD-NIGHT, she said, and softly closed the door\\nBehind us to the drawing-room. The hall was dark.\\nThe lamp upon the balustrade burned low. Upon the floor\\nDeep shadows fell yet in the dimness I could mark\\nThe smile upon her face.\\nWe were alone, I fear we liked our loneliness\\nAnd it was dark I know we liked that, too.\\nGood-night she said again, but I could guess\\nShe did not really mean it as adieu,\\nAnd so I kept my place.\\nFor, in this whole wide world, I loved her best of all,\\nHer little hand in mine a trembling prisoner lay\\nAnd did I kiss her then Ah, like the hall,\\nWe 11 keep it dark. How would you say\\nGood-night in such a case\\n[4]", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "The Old Farm at the Mill\\nA Ballad of the Field\\nTHE moist brown soil in furrows lay.\\nWhere the field sloped up the hill j\\nBelow, the meadows stretched away\\nTo the farm-house at the mill.\\nA city lad, whose heart is glad,\\nA lassie country born\\nHow the old hills ring to the song they sing\\nThey sing and drop the corn\\nThree in a hill^ three in a hill-.\\nShould the cut- worm and the cronxj\\nEach claim his share, a kernel there.\\nYet one is left to gro^w.\\nO Polly, Polly t was thus we sang that day,\\nThat the echoes soft repeated oft\\nSo far, so far away\\nThe years have passed. Ah, time goes fast!\\nYet my heart is constant still j\\nAnd thoughts go forth to the distant North,\\nTo the farm-house at the mill.\\nI see the old field slope away.\\nAnd feel the breeze of mom\\nThe old refrain comes back again.\\nWe sing and drop the corn\\n5", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Constant still, constant stilly\\nTo the lo ve of long ago.\\nTM grief and care may claim their share.\\nYet lo ve is left, I kno-iv.\\nO Polly, Polly tho youth may pass away,\\nAnd latter years bring Trouble s tears,\\nYet Love will last for Ay!\\n6", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "The Organ Man\\nHE often comes when I m lone and sad\\nThe organ man, with his tunes so old\\nAnd his presence always makes me glad,\\nAlthough other surly folk may scold.\\nI m very fond of popular airs,\\nBut best I like when the children troop\\nOut from alleys and tenement stairs,\\nAnd gather round him, a noisy group.\\nHe makes them sing to the tunes he plays.\\nAnd these old, old children dance with glee j\\nWhy, I know they d forget their childish ways\\nWere it not for the organ man and me\\nFor a penny tossed brings a bow profound.\\nAnd a sunny smile to his sallow face j\\nThen he turns the handle faster round.\\nWhile the music quivers through the place.\\nFor here down town, where the faftories\\nWall in the tenements dark and grim.\\nAnd shut out the light, the air, the breeze.\\nThere would be no children but for him.\\nSo he comes to see me every day,\\nStarting his tunes at my welcoming glance\\nAnd I m but too glad to be able to pay\\nThe httle it costs, while the children dance\\n7", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "H\\nThe Captain s Daughter\\nA Ballad of the Canal\\nOW slow the Summer days go by, at old Lock Number One,\\nThe slow canal, the woods and sky, in the bright glare of the sun\\nThen, oh what use to live, to live.\\nIf this through life s my lot\\nA human clod, through life to plod,\\nAnd then to die forgot\\nA lazy lounge in the lock-house shade, for few boats pass to-day\\nThen the eyes half close in a dreamy doze, and the fancies idly stray\\nTo her, the one I love, I love\\nAnd the soft June breezes blow.\\nWhile the bitter strife with work-day life\\nI seem no more to know.\\nSo I dreamily lie asleep-awake, cool though the heat motes quiver,\\nHappy, though the sound the riffles make seem a moan from the distant river.\\nThen, oh if life were all Summer-time,\\nAnd Summer-time all June,\\nWould the wandering breeze, through the old oak trees,\\nStill hum with the same sweet tune\\nHark the sound of bells, so low, so sweet, though their clear sound sadly\\ntells\\nThat weary feet, through dust and heat, plod on to the sound of the bells.\\nAnd, oh I know their sound, their sound\\nAnd mule bells though they be,\\nSweetly they ring, for I know they bring\\nThe one I love to me.\\n[8J", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Now, there Is the boat itself in sight I knew it was the Fairy\\nAnd my heart beats Hght, all life seems bright, for there on the deck is\\nMary 5\\nFor her sweet voice I 11 hear, I 11 hear.\\nAnd her sweet face I 11 see 5\\nAnd eyes so bright with a soft love-light\\nWill lovingly gaze on me.\\nWill lovingly gaze on me.\\n9", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Song to the Rose\\nIN summer a song to the rose,\\nQueen of the Flowers all j\\nFragrant she blooms and blows,\\nThis is her festival.\\nFit for the bride in her bower,\\nAnd meet for my true love s hair j\\nA song to the regent flower.\\nWhere is there one so fair\\nWooed by the wind at mom.\\nGilt by the sun at noon\\nJewelled with dew when born,\\nSilvered at night by the moon.\\nHere with a lover s vow.\\nSweet with your fragrant musk j\\nYou shall deck my lady s brow\\nWhen our tryst is kept in the dusk.\\nPassionate love that is true,\\nSymbol you are and the sign\\nRed rose it is you, it is you.\\nThat I send as a message of mine.\\nGo, thou queenliest flower,\\nTo the fairest of all the fair,\\nThou art fit for the bride in her bower\\nAnd meet for my true love s hair\\nlo", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "The Naughty Echo\\nA Ballad of the Brook\\nDOWN by the brook where the sweet mint grew,\\nBy the meadow s edge of clover 5\\nDeep in the shade that the beeches threw\\nFrom their branches bending over,\\nA broad path wandered toward the mill,\\nEver by the brook-side winding 5\\nAnd an Echo dwelt across by the hill.\\nAlways an answer finding.\\nAnswering the murmur of the brook alway.\\nAnswering the bee and cricket,\\nRepeating the notes that rang out gay,\\nAs the birds sang in the thicket.\\ni\\nAdown the path one Summer day\\nCame blue-eyed Bessie, singing j\\nSinging an old, old love song gay\\nThat set the wildwood ringing\\nMy lowers heart is nvholly mine^\\nAlthough he is a ro ver\\n7/ love him e ver^ and believe them never\\nWho say He ^s false, your lover.\\nYoung Robin stood in the beech tree s shade,\\nMid the sweet mint and the clover j\\nAnd he heard the song of the blithesome maid.\\nAnd the Echo s answer over.\\nII", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "His voice took up the olden air,\\nWith its quaint old time and tune\\nAnd he sung it as oft he M sung it there,\\nIn the rays of the harvest moon\\nTour lover s heart is iv holly yours\\nAlthough he be a ro ver-,\\nHe ^11 love you ever^ and naught can sever\\nOur hearts^ for he^s true your lover I\\nAnd the Echo listened to each word,\\nThat came to the hillside over\\nAnd the listening lovers plainly heard\\nHis answer He V true your lover I\\nAnd long they sat in the beechen shade,\\nTill the dew neath the night star glistened\\nBut what they said was ne er betrayed.\\nFor the Echo, silent, listened.\\n12", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "The Jolly Drover\\nA Ballad of 1850\\nIN olden times before the war,\\nThere came a Jolly Drover\\nThrough the little, sleepy country town.\\nHis cattle fording over.\\nFor the river runs on the southern side\\nOf the little town of Dover,\\nAnd the children flock to watch the sight\\nWhen there s cattle fording over.\\nThe Black Horse Tavern, gabled, gray,\\nIs kept by old Tom Stover,\\nAnd the Tavern yard is big enough\\nFor the herd of the Jolly Drover.\\nOh, the Bound-Out-Girl was seventeen.\\nSweet, rosy, dimpled Nancy\\nShe served the table modestly.\\nShe took the Drover s fancy.\\nHe said, I Ve travelled far and wide\\nThis whole great country over.\\nBut none like you I yet have seen\\nYou suit the Jolly Drover.\\nOh, the Drover he has goodly lands\\nWith feeding flocks of cattle.\\nAnd money, too, besides the coins\\nThat in his pockets rattle.\\nX3", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Now, will you go with me, my dear\\nJust think the matter over j\\nJoin your heart and hand in mine\\nAnd go with the Jolly Drover.\\nI 11 build a home in the far Southwest,\\nWhere my herds eat prairie clover 5\\nYou shall have all your heart may wish\\nAnd the love of the Jolly Drover.\\nThe Bound-Out-Girl gazed shyly down,\\nShe thought the matter over j\\nShe cared not a whit for all his gold,\\nBut she loved the Jolly Drover.\\nOh, yes, I 11 go said the Bound-Out-Girl j\\nI 11 believe you, though a rover.\\nFor what is love, that hath not trust\\nHurrah cried the Jolly Drover.\\nSo the Drover wed the Tavern girl j\\nThe wedding soon was over.\\nWhen morning dawned away she rode\\nBy the side of the Jolly Drover.\\nAnd gone forever is the Bound-Out-Girl,\\nAnd gone is the Jolly Drover\\nBut still they Ve maids who 11 love and trust.\\nIn other towns than Dover.\\n14]", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "At Ellis Island\\nSHE S left ould Ireland, ashtore,\\nShe s sailed across the sea\\nThis day I 11 see her step ashore,\\nOh, happy day for me\\nSmall wonder, then, this Irish boy-\\nIs thrimbling through his skin.\\nAn in a fever heat wid joy\\nTo see his ship come in.\\nHeart of my heart, it s far apart\\nFor two long years we ve been.\\nBut the time is past, and now at last\\nYou ve come to me, Eileen.\\nLong have I toiled and striven\\nTo see this blessed day.\\nWhen she to me d be given.\\nCruel was the long delay 5\\nI made a home and sent for her,\\nMy prayers tween her and harm\\nAnd, see she stands to greet me, sir,\\nHer bundle on her arm.\\nLife of my life, my darling wife.\\nLong has the parting been\\nBut cross the sea you ve come to me,\\nMavoumeen, my Eileen.\\n[IS]", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "Down Bedford Street\\nDOWN Bedford Street, so quiet, staid,\\nTime seems to hardly lay his hand j\\nThe maple trees neath which I played\\nStill flourish as they sturdy stand.\\nT is true, at intervals between\\nThe quaint, old dormer-windowed bricks,\\nSome ugly, modern house is seen\\nWhose builder s played fantastic tricks\\nWith iron and stone j but these are few.\\nThe most is old, the old I love j\\nOld homes old doorways leading through,\\nDim lit with fan-lights high above.\\nHere, in the olden Summer-times,\\nUpon the pavements in the ring.\\nWe children chanted out our rhymes\\nI wonder now if children sing\\nKing William was King James s Son,\\nOr, London Bridge is Breaking down\\nYears gone such songs when day was done\\nMade echoes in this part of town.\\nBut here at noon the place is still,\\nMayhap a pigeon circles round.\\nOr some canary s silvery trill\\nBreaks on the silence with its sound.\\nDown Bedford Street the years roll on,\\nBut still its dwellers seem to hold\\nTenacious to a time that s gone.\\nAnd antique beauties of the old.\\ni6", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Yet I, as one that seeks to find\\nA face he knew in other years,\\nPeer at each closed Venetian bhnd,\\nAnd grieve that none I know appears.\\nOld, old The very breath of June\\nIs lavender, so faint and sweet.\\nAbroad upon the languid noon,\\nDown Bedford Street, down Bedford Street.\\n17", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "The Proud Rose\\nIT was morning and the Rose awoke.\\nThe dew begirt her in shimmering jewels.\\nHer hair was gold, her cheeks were pink.\\nHer gown was green, beautiful to behold.\\nAnd she was conscious of her youth and loveliness.\\nBut she thought her Pride was Modesty.\\nA Traveller passed.\\nRose, he said, Oh, fair young Rose,\\nI will wear you on my heart\\nBut the Rose shrank from him.\\nAm I to be had for the asking she said,\\nThe Wind wooes me tenderly, the Bee hums\\nTo me, the sky is blue for me\\nAnd the birds sing for me.\\nSeek elsewhere for Rosebuds, Sir Traveller\\nAnd the Traveller went his way.\\nThe long summer day went by.\\nThe Rose sighed when the shadows came.\\nThe Wind had tired of her and had tossed her hair,\\nAnd went whistling o er the hill.\\nThe sky was gray, the Birds and Bees were gone.\\nShe still wore the jewels of dew,\\nBut in the dull tones of eventide they gleamed no more.\\nAgain the Traveller passed.\\nShe thought her Modesty was Pride\\nAnd she called to him\\nYou forget you were to wear me on your Heart\\nBut the Traveller shook his head.\\nNot now, he said, it is to\u00c2\u00a9 late.\\n^8", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "To-morrow\\nTo-morrow I go where other fair buds bloom,\\nGood-night, Proud Rose\\nAnd the Traveller went his way.\\n19", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "The Old Spite Lane\\nTHE Spite Lane runs along the line twixt Slocum s farm and ours,\\nA narrow space between each fence where nothing grows but flowers.\\nThe relic of a silly feud that smouldered many years,\\nThat caused harsh words between the men and roused our mothers fears j\\nA country quarrel long ago, a quarrel firm and set,\\nHere where lives are narrow and people ^wont forget.\\nWe children keep the quarrel not although its mark is plain.\\nFor there between our meadows green still runs the old Spite Lane.\\nSometimes when father sits about at peace with all the world.\\nThe country paper on his knee, the smoke wreaths bout him curled,\\nI drop a hint on foolish spites that run to cruel ends.\\nAnd how much nicer it would be if neighbors all were friends.\\nHe ll snap out No I 11 fight it out Them Slocums can t beat meT\\nBut he ain t as hearty in it now as what he used to be\\nWhen cross the line he d shake his fist and fairly almost swear.\\nWhile ol man Slocum with his men would holler Jest you dare\\nBut then those times I think are gone j they ll never come again\\nAnd some bright day we 11 tear away the silly old Spite Lane.\\nFor often in the eventide when at the pasture bars\\nThe cow-bells tinkle in the dusk beneath the summer stars,\\nSweet Laura Slocum steals away to meet me once again\\nNo angry word can then be heard across the old Spite Lane.\\nOld feuds, old hates, old quarrels harsh, young hearts can end them thus,\\nThe fences mark a lover s lane just wide enough for us.\\nThe Spite Lane runs along the line twixt Slocum s farm and ours\\nIt marks a path of sullen wrath but naught grows there save flowers\\n20", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "The Little Old Store\\nOH, the little old store with the bell on the door,\\nThat rang, as you went out or In,\\nWith a ting-a-ling-ling, as it swung on the spring\\nAnd deafened your ears with a din\\nOh, the little old store gave measure and more,\\nAnd everything smelled sweet of spice j\\nThough t was dark, to say true, and nothing was new.\\nYet everything sold there was nice.\\nFor a quaint little maid, in muslin arrayed,\\nWould answer each ring from the door.\\nAnd smiles sweet and simple played tag with the dimple\\nIn the cheeks of the maid of the store.\\nI used often to stop in the little old shop,\\nAnd sometimes for nothing at all.\\nBut to just shake the spring and to hear the bell ring\\nFor Nelly to answer its call.\\nAh those times are all o er, the little old store\\nHas vanished with old-fashioned ways\\nTill sometimes it seems as but one of the dreams.\\nThat we have of our boyhood days.\\nThough a faint, vague regret comes over me yet\\nAs I think of those days now no more.\\nIn my heart I would fain be a glad lad again\\nAnd with Nell in the little old store.\\n[2^", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Summer-time\\nTHEN, oh, to lie through drowsy noons,\\nOn greenswards daisy garnished j\\nTo dream down time through endless Junes,\\nBy ne er a sorrow tarnished.\\nBy brinks of brooks where sweet mint grows.\\nAnd meadows gay with clover j\\nWhere the silver beech its shadow throws\\nThe mirrored surface over.\\nWith ever the cooling bower of shade.\\nWhere come the breezes straying,\\nBringing the scent from glen and glade\\nOf blossoms and the haying.\\nFar off the furrowed fields of brown\\nThat tell of rural toiling,\\nAnd farther yet the pent-in town\\nWhere immured men are moiling.\\nNot here a breath of carking care\\nTo spoil the golden weather.\\nBut only fancies light and fair\\nAs clouds of fleecy feather.\\nWhere woodland songsters pipe their tunes,\\nWhere summer airs caress.\\nWe dream down time through endless Junes\\nAnd Love-in-Idleness.", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "How it Developed\\nI PROPOSED when Dolly posed\\nTo be photographed j\\nEarnestly my love disclosed,\\nDolly only laughed.\\nDolly mocked my love and art\\nWith coquetry malicious,\\nSpoiled my plates and spurned my heart\\nWith baffling smiles capricious.\\nStill attempting, I essayed.\\nStill she posed, unheeding,\\nGive an answer, cruel maid,\\nTo my earnest pleading.\\nThen she did and while I live,\\nTo make me melancholy,\\nI cherish one sharp negative\\nThat I got of Dolly.\\n23", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "About Girls Moftly\\nWhen Phyllis Drives\\nWHEN Phylhs in her dog-cart drives\\nShe sets the people staring,\\nFor t is for swagger style she strives\\nThat borders on the daring.\\nHer groom behind sits straight, ereft,\\nAnd on the little fellow\\nIs London livVy great effeft\\nOf startling black and yellow\\nFor Phyllis drives where fashion goes,\\nNo other place would suit her 5\\nAnd all the howling swells she knows\\nBow low down and salute her.\\nAnd vow that never yet, between\\nThe Hudson and the Niger,\\nWas there so fine an instance seen\\nOf Lady or the Tiger.\\n27", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "How it Happened\\nHE tempted me. What could I do\\nWe talked of this and that j\\nBut I could see his purpose through\\nAs he held out his hat.\\nNot e en a chaperon was by,\\nOr gossip idling round\\nNo living soul save he and I\\nWas there in sight or sound.\\nIt was not in the good-night said\\nWhat challenged me to that,\\nBut t was his daring glance I read\\nAnd he held out his hat.\\nSo, with the skill he wondered at,\\nI deftly made the kick,\\nAnd then he just put on his hat,\\nAnd said, Bess, you Ve a brick\\n28", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "The Sailor Girl\\nAH, since this latter craze has come\\nOf yachting on the briny deep,\\nMy saddened heart is pained and numb\\nAnd I can neither rest nor sleep.\\nFor her I love, queen of my soul\\nHas caught the fever at its height j\\nShe loves the waves that toss and roll j\\nAnd yachting is her heart s delight.\\nAnd I, alas, and woe is me\\nIf left to take my choice and pick.\\nWould never choose the tossing sea,\\nThe slightest roll will make me sick.\\nBut she, her eyes will brighten up\\nWhen e er you speak of sails or breeze j\\nShe knows the hist ry of the cup\\nThat we have held for years with ease.\\nI turn the talk, is all in vain,\\nI speak of golf, football or tennis.\\nShe veers it round to yachts again\\nAnd much I fear my name is Dennis.\\n29", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "While I Toil in the Torrid Town\\nWHILE I toil in this torrid town,\\nYou, whom I love, are far away,\\nAnd on your pretty face a frown\\nBecause still from your side I stay.\\nAs if t were choice that keeps me here\\nSo far from you I love the best\\nTis duty, and it costs me dear\\nTo be with you Ah, that were blest\\nBut we must keep such fond hopes down\\nWhile I toil in this torrid town.\\nWhile I toll in this torrid town.\\nYou pass the day in shady nooks\\nAnd vainly strive your thoughts to drown\\n-In shallow depths of Summer books.\\nSometimes across the fields you stray\\nWhere sweet wild flowers at you smile.\\nTheir beauty tempting you to stay\\nSometimes you pause upon the stile\\nNo one is there to help you down,\\nWhile I toil in this torrid town.\\nWhile I toil in this torrid town\\nThe Summer long, and you are free\\nTo stray till Autumn s fields are brown\\nThrough country lanes, and without tne\\nTake care Mid flowers that you pull\\nThere lurks the poison oak and such 5\\n30", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "Forget not that the farmer s bull\\nObjefts to red umbrellas much 5\\nAnd other men Oh, at them frown\\nWhile I toil in this torrid town\\n31", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "The Legend of the Katydid\\nAs told by a Summer Girl\\nTHERE was a girl named Katy once t is thus the story goes),\\nA Summer Girl so passing fair she captured all the beaux.\\nThe other girls, in jealous rage, consulted an old witch,\\nAnd crossed her palm with silver coins enough to make her rich.\\nOh cast some spell on Katy by that we mean a charm\\nTo end her taking all our beaux, and yet do her no harm.\\nFor Katy takes our snveethearts^ she V mean as she can be.\\nShe ixiill not spare a single one for either you or me.\\nShe V got them all beneath her thumb they lido just as she 11 bid-.\\nShe turned her nose up at us, too j yes, that V ivhat Katy did.\\nMy children, said the old dame then, I Ml conjure up a spell,\\nThat chirping insefts in the trees shall on Miss Katy tell.\\nHer different beaux will soon perceive she s but a sly coquette,\\nAnd you will get your sweethearts back and laugh at Katy yet.\\nGo back contented in your minds, and leave it all to me j\\nSoon she 11 be dreadful talked about from eveiy bush and tree.\\nThen Katy njoont hanje all the beaux she took from you and me.\\nAnd she II be sorry that she nvas as mean as mean could be\\nFor e verynvhere, on moonlight nights, the little inseSls, hid.\\nWill chatter to each other and tell nvhat Katy did.\\nWhen Katy sought the old witch out she brought her silver, too.\\nThe old dame said Alas my dear, that charm I can t undo.\\nThen can t you fix it, Katy said, that they can only call\\nThat Katy did she did she did on nights more in the Fall\\n32", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "And ne^er in the Summer-time and I won t hear it then j\\nFor I 11 be gone in August and so will all the men\\nAnd Katy takes our snveethearts stilly she V mean as she can be j\\nShe 1X3111 not share a single one njuith either you or me.\\nDoes Katy flirt? Ah I those that knoiv fore ver are forbid\\nTo tell a soul till Summer V gone that Katy did, she did!\\n33", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Sally in our Alley\\nA Late Version\\nOF all the girls that are so smart,\\nThere s none can equal Sally,\\nWhen in the game she takes a frame,\\nAnd bowls down in our alley.\\nOf all the days that I have seen,\\nThere s none to me like one day.\\nAnd that s the day that comes between\\nEach Friday and each Sunday.\\nFor Saturdays are ladies nights,\\nAnd then you hear the rally j\\nShe makes ten-strikes whene er she likes,\\nOur lady-champion, Sally.\\nOh, some day when with courage stout\\nI shall propose to Sally,\\nOh, pray she shall not bowl me out\\nAs she does down in our alley\\n34 J", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "A Plaint\\nTHE End of the Century Maid The End of the Century Maid\\nShe s tall and she s slim, she belongs to a gym,\\nAnd she s learning to box, I m afraid.\\nThe End of the Century Maid The people of nothing else prate j\\nHow she reads and she talks, how she rides and she walks,\\nOft in bloomers, I m sorry to state.\\nThe End of the Century Maid The gush of the weird Woman s Page,\\nThe twaddle of teas, talks on chalk and on cheese.\\nHer importance in art, on the stage.\\nThe End of the Century Maid She has put all the men in the shade.\\nTill sometimes, I fear, we wish we could hear\\nThe end of the Century Maid\\n35", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Love s Logic\\nHe\\nWHEN we were boy and girl we played\\nAt happy games, and to their rhymes\\nI kissed you often, dearest maid.\\nAnd that s not counting other times.\\nShe\\nYou silly boy That s long ago,\\nWe were but children, and you 11 own\\nA precedent established so\\nDoes not now hold for you have grown.\\nHe\\nDear one, the words you say are true\\nThat I have grown I 11 not deny,\\nWhich evens things between us two,\\nFor you have grown as well as I\\nL Envoi\\nLove has a logic all its own j\\nIt may not stand analysis.\\nBut then, you see, they were alone\\nAnd she, she let him have the kiss.\\n36]", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Her Vacation\\nTHE breeze comes scented with the pinks\\nThat blossom in the garden fair\\nBut at her casement still she prinks\\nO er lawn and lace and ribbons there.\\nCome out Come out the chorus goes,\\nFrom trees and sky and birds a-wing\\nYet still she sits and sews and sews,\\nNor hears nor heeds the song they sing.\\nBut after lamplight comes the maid.\\nIn dainty organdies bedight j\\nIn all her panoply arrayed.\\nTricked up by day to shine at night.\\nAnd then a smile upon her face.\\nShe 11 say with girlish artlessness\\nIt s so nice here, you know, a place\\nWhere one need not fix up and dress\\n37", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "The High Art Tea\\nTHEY sip their tea. T is black,\\nReal Russian Caravan, with just a squeeze\\nOf lemon. All real Russian teas\\nAre served up thus, and do not lack\\nA dash of rum while, as for cream\\nThey d laugh at you in Russia, says the host,\\nAn Artist (his atelier a dream.\\nWith raw silk drapery hung with much eclat).\\nHe never paints, t is true but that s a part\\nThat only stands for what s mechanical in Art.\\nReal Art is tea that comes in small bricks from Herat,\\nAnd pretty girls to worship as their Tsar\\nThe Studio-tea Artist with his Samovar\\n38", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "All Changed Save She\\nA Rondeau of 1780\\nWHEN Mistress Peggy shopping goes,\\nNo bower e er held so fair a rose,\\nMuch less a sedan chair j\\nShe smiles and bows to all she knows,\\nAnd breaks the hearts of all the beaux.\\nWho hold there s none so fair.\\nAnd though the damsel is no weight,\\nBy both her bearers, sad to state,\\nI fear she s not admired.\\nFor oft she bids them mend their gait\\nTo ask them is her hat on straight\\nAnd that s what makes them tired.\\n39", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "Mary J\\nane\\nMARY JANE\\nI knew a little girl by that name long ago,\\nAnd I used to be her beau, ain t that so\\nMary Jane\\nIt s a faft that many know\\nMary Jane\\nMary Jane\\nWe parted then for years, you and I,\\nYet I often sit and sigh as I think of days gone by\\nMary Jane\\nIndeed, I sometimes cry\\nMary Jane\\nMary Jane\\nOh, the quaint, old-fashioned sweetness bout that name,\\nI like it just the same, and I think you are to blame,\\nMary Jane\\nFor you changed it what a shame,\\nMary Jane\\nMary Jane\\nPerhaps you thought the whole thing old and plain,\\nBut when you dropped the Jane I can t say t was a gain,\\nMary Jane\\nOh, you marred it all in vain,\\nMary Jane\\nMary Jane\\nYou may stylish sign your letters now Marie,\\n40", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "But, your own heart will agree, you would rather always be\\nMary Jane\\nJust the same old girl to me,\\nMary Jane I\\n41", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "Her Pidlure\\nYOUR pi6lure is winsome and stately,\\nYour pifture is pretty, ah, me\\nShall I call you My Lady, sedately,\\nOr write to you hearty and free\\nShall I hint of our first blissful meeting.\\nHow I held your small hand, quite dismayed\\nShall I send you gay verses in greeting.\\nLike Dobson or Locker or Praed\\nShall I tell of our troth that is plighted\\nShall I call you my own dainty maid\\nOr shall I confess I Ve been slighted.\\nAnd speak of you as a jade\\nYou Ve sent it and lines you Ve requested,\\nAnd the writer knows not what to do\\nFor I Ve married that girl you detested\\nSince we last met and you never knew.\\n42", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "The Passing of Tennis\\nNo more the cry of Thirty, All\\nReechoes from the lawn j\\nWeVe laid aside the tennis ball,\\nThe net and court are gone.\\nAcross the links we whack the earth\\nWith clubs of gruesome shape j\\nNo sound of joyousness or mirth\\nFrom us we let escape.\\nIn Scottish hose and Scottish breeks\\nWe dawdle o er the green\\nWe talk of brassies and of cleeks\\nAnd know not what we mean.\\nWe put and drive, it seems an age\\nSince last we played at tennis\\nWhose name, in sooth, since golf s the rage,\\nSeems rather to be Dennis.\\nBut, still I like the good old sport,\\nBy far all golf above\\nFor, oft we courted in the court.\\nWhen we were Twenty, Love\\n43 1", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "To an American Beauty\\nTHE lass I love s fair as a rose,\\nOne of this season s debutantes j\\nShe wins all hearts where er she goes\\nImpartially her smiles she grants,\\nShe is a bud.\\nShe s everything that s fair and good.\\nHer presence lightens up the room j\\nShe s blos ming into womanhood,\\nI think she s just about to bloom j\\nShe is a bud.\\nWhat will she answer when I pray\\nThat she will deign to smile on me?\\nWhat will she do, what will she say\\nWill all my dearest hopes then be\\nNipped in the bud\\nC 44]", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "The Young Widow\\nAH, me What can a widow do\\nJx. I cry just fit to kill,\\nAnd keep my crepe all black and new,\\nAnd don t think of the will.\\nThe heartless world is cruel and bad.\\nWhich ever way you take it j\\nI can t be glad, I can t be sad\\nBut what it must mistake it.\\nFor if I let ten minutes pass\\nIn which I have not sighed.\\nOr steal a glance toward my glass,\\nThey say She s glad he died.\\nOr, if by chance I mope all day.\\nAnd sigh with grief unending\\nI have some dearest friends that say\\nThat I am but pretending.\\nAnd all around are gay, save me j\\nWhy should n t it be right\\nIf t ward the general gayety\\nI d add a widow s mite\\n45", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "she Stoops to Conquer\\nTHE do61:or said, She must go out\\nAnd take some exercise\\nYou must not let her mope about\\nAs she does in this wise.\\nIn vain I coaxed and begged and plead,\\nCajoled her and abused\\nI feel too tired, was all she said j\\nAnd still she sat and mused.\\nAnd then I had a brilliant thought,\\nAnd seized at once upon it\\nThat day a stunning dress I bought.\\nAlso a cunning bonnet.\\nAnd now she goeth forth arrayed\\nIn all her panoply\\nTo see if there is wife or maid\\nWho is well-dressed as she.\\nHer health and color have returned\\nHer interest in life 5\\nBut, to this day, I Ve not discerned\\nfF/io i fooled or my ivife\\n46", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "The Substitute Caddie\\nOH, I hardly know the game yet, tho I Ve often seen them play It,\\nBut Winnie likes to play it, and that s enough for me\\nFor goff is such a nice game thus I often hear her say it.\\nAnd she s the lady champion and plays it to a tee.\\nIt lets her wear bright plaiding, and cute Tam O Shanter caps,\\nAnd she makes a stunning figure as she moves across the links j\\nAnd I like to see her play it so do the other chaps\\nTho she really does n t play it quite as finely as she thinks.\\nAnd when this dainty lassie uses lofter, cleek or brassie,\\n(Here I m doubling up in metre, which is simply waste of rhyme,)\\nI oft say to her, Dear Winnie, we used to call it shinny,\\nExcept the way you play it takes from dawn till supper-time.\\nShe answers back my scoffing, I m sure it s different goffing\\nIs a very old Scotch pastime 5 not what you say at all\\nAnd I acquiesce quite weakly and follow after meekly\\nAs her caddie, toting golf sticks and hunting for the ball.\\n47", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "To a Fay re Ladye\\nOH, love, gaze not in your looking-glass,\\nYou make my heart despair j\\nYour mirror is truthful, and, alas\\nIt tells you you are fair.\\nTurn from your mirror, for in mine eyes\\nIs your semblance fair reflefted.\\nFramed with the love that behind it lies\\nFar more than you suspe6led.\\nAnd I Ml have no fear of your glass again,\\nImpassive, shining there.\\nFor the love in my eyes will show you plain\\nYour beauty doubly fair\\n[48", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "The Cruel Toinette\\nFAIR Toinette with Alphonse met,\\nAlphonse loved her dearly j\\nFair Toinette had eyes of jet,\\nShe could see it clearly.\\nTake, adored one, this small flower,\\nAlphonse said with trembling,\\nThat I plucked within this bower\\nIn this he was dissembling.\\nThen said Toinette, the sad coquette,\\nSee, it s frosty autumn\\nYou could not get such flowers yet\\nLess it was that you bought em\\nWhat matters it from whence it came\\nSaid Alphonse, nearly crazy 5\\nBought or found, t is all the same.\\nLike you, it is a daisy.\\nAnd then Toinette, cruel coquette,\\nProceeded on the spot\\nTo make each leaf add to his grief\\nBy spelling, Love him not\\n[49", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "The Averted Sacrifice\\n^OME back with my heart the maiden cried,\\nV^ For you have no right to take it\\nIt is safer with me, young Love repHed,\\nYou were only trying to break it\\nWhat is another s weahh to you\\nWhen a heart s broke who can splice it\\nGo back to the lover who loves you true.\\nYou shall not sacrifice it\\nGo greet your lover and give him a kiss\\nAnd a truce to your tears and sighing\\nYour heart s in pawn until you do this\\nAnd the maiden ceased her crying.\\n50", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Bunch of Bowery Ballads\\n^Mame\\nA Ballad of Cherry Hill\\nAT dark, at dark on Cherry Hill,\\nWith der gas jets flarin bright,\\nAn der singin sailors never still.\\nAn de dancin all the night\\nBut I ain t got nuthin a tall ter say,\\nAn nuthin a tall I see 5\\nThinkin o Mame, as I do all day.\\nAn de gang is on ter me.\\nAlone, alone, dey ve shook me dead.\\nThough dey re all afeard to chaff;\\nAn never a guy one word has said,\\nBut I know I gits der laugh.\\nO Mame O Mame it s all fer you\\nI m t rown down like dis, see\\nBut all der same I loves yer true\\nAn de gang is on ter me.\\nA mont a mont since we first met\\nOn a scursion down the bay.\\nOf der Michael Feeny Social Set 5\\nOh, der fun we had dat day\\nAn comin back der big bright moon\\nShone silver on de sea\\n53", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "We spieled at ev ry chowder tune,\\nTill de gang got on ter me.\\nAll day, all day, I m workin hard\\nAs I never worked before,\\nA-jugglin stone in Clancy s Yard\\nTill both me hands is sore.\\nSo have me fer yer steady feP,\\nAn say you re stuck on me.\\nAs fer de rest aw, wot t ell.\\nIf de gang is on ter me\\n54]", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "The Lilac Ball, Walhalla Hall\\nA Ballad of the Bowery\\nWALHALLA HALL, Walhalla Hall, jest ofF der Bowery,\\nNight of der Mask and Civic Ball of der Lilac Coterie.\\nAn I wuz dere an she wuz dere, wit ninety couples more\\nBut, say No one was anywhere when Gertie took der floor\\nWit me, wit me ter repersent a jockey from der track.\\nAn her as Night, wit big gilt stars all spangled on her black.\\nWe did der pivot out o sight, der chain waltz dot wuz grand\\nWhile keepin perfec time an step to Ikey Goldstein s Band.\\nWalhalla Hall, Walhalla Hall, jest off der Bowery,\\nWit swell mugs standin gainst der wall an lookin on ter see\\nWot down-town social life wuz like, an holler out oncore\\nWe copped em all, dat s right, sure, Mike When Gertie took der floor\\nWit me, wit me wot s won four times der prize at Jones s Wood,\\nAn her, me loidy fren each time, wot waltzes jest as good\\nThe cal sum light jest follered us j we made de odders stand\\nAn watch us do der Boston Dip to Ikey Goldstein s Band.\\nWalhalla Hall, Walhalla Hall, some fresh mugs gettin gay.\\nOne geezer givin Gert a stall an me not far away\\nSez he, Come, kiss yer honey boy I waited fer no more.\\nBut give me coat to Mickey Foy an Gertie took der floor\\nWit me, wit me ter back her up an can I scrap Well, some I\\nOne gent I hit went troo der band and busted in der drum.\\nFer Gertie is a loidy, respec she must command,\\nD ough it busts up a Lilac Ball and Ikey Goldstein s Band.\\n55", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "The Belle of the Beanery\\nOH, Kitty I am poor indeed,.\\nYet while your smiles you grant\\nI d rather come here fer my feed\\nDen der Jim Fisk resterant.\\nFer when a feller s lost his heart,\\nWot matter where he eats\\nSo ev ry day I dine la cart\\nWhere you call Brown th Wheats\\nAn so I alius come to dine\\nHere at this drum of Kinney s\\nTon re here^ that s better than the wine\\nAnd tabhle dotes of Ginney s.\\nI wish I was a millionaire.\\nAn not a workin porter\\nI M make a play fer you fer fair\\nAn speak up as I orter.\\nBut as I ain t, I just come here\\nMost ev ry day an eats,\\nJust satisfied to have you near\\nAn calling Brown th Wheats\\n56", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Before the Ball\\nWE VE orginized a social club, we re goin ter give a ball\\nT anksgivin night, a maslcerade in old Pythogras Hall.\\nDer orchester Why, Foley s\u00e2\u0080\u0094 you ought ter hear em play.\\nA crowd Ml come ter make der place about four times too small 5\\nDe odder balls dere Ml be dat night dey won t be near at all.\\nSay!\\nKitty will be dere She Ml twirl wit none but me\\nDe odder dufFs dat try to win her won t be in it. See\\nI m on der floor committee, but I 11 shake dat graft fer Kitty,\\nI m goin to wear a dress suit dat 11 cost me t ree\\nGee!\\nDere 11 be a prize awarded fer de best-dressed lady dere,\\nA fourteen carat super dat ticks de time fer fair j\\nI m on der prize committee, also a little bit,\\nDe goils are crazy fer dat watch, and so what they kin spare\\nGoes fer a fancy costoom der award is on de square.\\nNit!\\nFer Kitty will be dere, she kin depend on me,\\nDe odder fellers lady fren s dey won t be in it. See\\nI m on der prize committee, so der super goes ter Kitty,\\nOr dere s trouble fer de odders if my way dey don t agree.\\nWhee\\n57", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "Two Clowns\\nThe One\\nHIS motley garb was red and yellow,\\nGay as the merry jests he told j\\nSuch a very funny fellow,\\nBut his jokes were very old.\\nDanced he round the stern nng-master\\nCracking many a quirk and quip 5\\nRan and laughed and tumbled faster.\\nDodging nimbly from the whip.\\nPaid he court, and that most knightly.\\nTo the fair equestrienne,\\nBowed and scraped he most politely\\nNe er such homage giv n of men\\nHoop-la mid the sawdust flying\\nStill he jests in boisterous mirth.\\nThousands laugh until they re crying\\nT is the greatest show on earth\\nThe Other\\nThough I wear no red and yellow.\\nStill most every day I m told\\nI m an awfully funny fellow.\\nBut I fear my jests are old.\\n58", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Fate, stern Fate, is my ring-master,\\nCracks he sternly with the whip j\\nStill must I grind faster, faster.\\nMerry jests and quirk and quip.\\nPay I court, and that most knightly,\\nTo the Editor so cold.\\nBow and scrape I most politely,\\n(Does he think my jokes are old\\nHoop-la mummer-like, contriving\\nLiving scant to earn by mirth.\\nDay by day, still vainly striving.\\nBut I have no show on earth\\n59 1", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "The Passing of the Wild West\\nA Recitation\\nNo more the wild fire fiercely leaps\\nAcross the trackless plains,\\nThe Eastern Pie Belt wider creeps\\nAnd holds its sodden gains.\\nThrough wilds, where once in salted mines\\nDelved tenderfeet elate.\\nThe hobo waits by two-track lines\\nTo catch the east-bound freight.\\nThe unshod mustang, lithe and thin,\\nThat bore the savage chief,\\nIs corralled, slaughtered, put in tin\\nAnd sold as canned corn-beef.\\nNow in the haunts of bulfalo\\nThe tra6lion engine raves j\\nAll kinds of garden sass they grow\\nAbove old Injun graves.\\nThe horse thief of another day.\\nWho, unhung, plied his trade,\\nNow swipes, and scorches swift away.\\nThe bikes of highest grade.\\nThe rough saloons, where not to drink\\nInvoked the bullet s whizz,\\nAre marbled drug stores where the wink\\nPrecedes the soda s fizz.\\n60", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "No more the prairie schooners drift\\nAcross the alkali,\\nFor now the horseless carriage swift\\nGoes whishing, swishing by\\nNo old tar bucket at its stern,\\nOr yaller dorg is seen.\\nInstead, a motor s cog-wheels turn.\\nMid smells of gasoline.\\nWhere once the redskin, to the death,\\nFought pioneer and scout.\\nThe Swede, with alcoholic breath,\\nSets rows of cabbage out.\\nAnd now the Norther s icy squall\\nHowls loud but vainly storms 5\\nThe blanket mortgage over all\\nWith treble thickness warms.\\nAh, brave, wild West, that we in youth\\nUsed with romance to link,\\nAlas, t is truth, you re now, in sooth.\\nCompletely on the dink\\n61", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "Ground Hog Day\\nGRANTAP arglfies he did. He s shore as shore can be j\\nI never seed so obstinit oF feller such as he.\\nAn Maw an me we watched out sharp, an we say thut he didnt^\\nFer all day long the sun behind a cloudy sicy was hiddent.\\nBut Gran pap argifies his way an keeps on gitten madder,\\nAn says fer once the sun kem out, the groun hawg saw his shadder.\\nAn airly Spring, sez Maw an me, but Gran pap s obstinit\\nThe groun hawg saw his shadder, we 11 git more Winter yit.\\nAn there he sets so confident, an says he did, he did,\\nThough all the while njoe know the sun behind the clouds was hid.\\nBut, like as not, no signs 11 count, we 11 get more storm an snow,\\nWhile Gran pap by the chimbley sits an says, I told yer so\\n6z", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Ballade of the Goats\\nImitation of Villon\\nTELL me where, in what land of shade,\\nBides fair Nanny of Harlem j where\\nIs Buckbilly, who lightly played\\nFrom the vacant lots to his rocky lair.\\nAnd Gilligan s goat that was scalded bare\\nThe pride of the squatter no more we know,\\nAnd the Rosedale Flats tower high in air\\nBut the goats Oh ask me of last year s snow.\\nFor the tarriers long have drilled the rock.\\nHave drilled and blasted and fired away\\nAnd the flats have risen, block on block.\\nWhere the gentle goat has leaped in play.\\nNo more doth the Celt in his shanty stay.\\nOr in Kerry Patch his cabbages grow.\\nOr sport his regalia on Patrick s Day\\nAnd the goat Oh ask me of last year s snow.\\nOh where is the goat of the A. O. H.,\\nRidden by Casey and Kelly and Dwyer\\nWhere is the billy who thought he could tache\\nSome sinse to the goat of the Widow Maguire\\nThe goat that foolishly dared to aspire\\nTo lay the champion of Shantytown low j\\nAnd where are the goats of Mike Mclntyre\\nAsk me 5 oh ask me of last year s snow.\\n63", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "L Envoi\\nPrince, you may question where the goats are,\\nWhile northward, still northward, the city doth grow\\nFor the rocks and the shanties no longer are there.\\nAnd the goats Oh ask me of last year s snow.\\n64]", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "Various Verfes\\nAunt Hetty at the County Fair\\nT| ZRA likes the cattle best,\\ni-H Wants to spend the hull time there j\\nJ Sees the prize stock and the rest,\\nSez, That makes a County Fair\\nLikes the trotters, and he ll shout,\\nBet yer Perkins s colt 11 beat\\nMakes me stand and watch it out.\\nTill they trot the final heat.\\nAnd me jest dying fer to see\\nThe temp rence stand the wimmen built j\\nWhere Mis Ann Beasley s waitin me,\\nTo show me her prize crazy quilt.\\nFive thousand pieces, and it took\\nTwo years to make it. Mis Ann said 5\\nI got no chance to have a look,\\nFer Ez takes me elsewhere instead.\\nHe s sick of fancy work, is Ez,\\nFer cakes and jellies does n t care\\nLet s see some novelties, he sez,\\nThey ve got em this year at the Fair.\\n67", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "And so we saw a Cairo Street,\\nThe man said t was a moral show 5\\nIt may have bin, but I m clean beat\\nIf I could ever think it so.\\nAccording to the man s remarks,\\nIn Bible days they danced as there\\nIf so of them old patriarchs\\nI m dubious since the County Fair\\n68", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "The Time of the Ramadan\\nAnd its Difference Here and There\\nBY Bagdad s shrines of fretted gold, by the Tigris s yellow flow,\\nWhere the palace-lights on Ramadan nights gleam with a mellow\\nglow.\\nThen the days are times of solemn fasts and prayers toward the East,\\nBut at set of sun the fast is done and the Mussulman can feast.\\nOh it must be grand to live in that land, a Caliph or a Cadi,\\nWith no worry in life and to have as a wife some dark-eyed Persian lady.\\nOne could have more say three or four and be a full-fledged Turk^\\nAnd take one s measure of languid leisure and ne^ver have to work.\\nWhere attared fountains cast their spray in showers of gleaming pearls\\nTo soft recline while slaves serve wine, till the time of the dancing girls\\nWho come when the jewelled hookahs burn and the scented smoke-clouds\\nrise.\\nAnd whose motions tell what Houris dwell in Mahomed s paradise.\\nOh a Ramadan night is out of sight (I could stand the fasting day)\\nFor after dark it s a regular lark in a high old Turkish way.\\nBut here it s Lent I haven t a cent, and my chances to get to Turkey\\nFor a Ramadan feast, to say the least, are somewhat dark and murky.\\n69", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "Aunt Ann s Plum Puddi\\nNOWADAYS your plum puddin\\nComes out of a can j\\nNuthin like the real old thing\\nMade by our Aunt Ann.\\nFull of raisins and sech things,\\nBoiled it in a bag j\\nTell you what, Aunt Ann s plum puddin\\nNuff to make you brag.\\nAlius had em fer dessert\\nChristmus an Thanksgivin j\\nThe very sauce that went with em\\nMade life worth the livin\\nNo vaniller there, I guess.\\nBut the real old brandy\\nCase if any one got sick\\nAunt Ann kep it handy.\\nAn though the folks at eat it were\\nAll ardent prohibition,\\nThey ust take plenty of the sauce\\nWithout the least suspicion.\\nAnd many a bitter family fuss\\nAunt Ann was cause of healin\\nFer after sauce and puddin came\\nAn ery of good feelin\\n70]\\nng", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "The Kid\\nOUR kid has jest begun to walk,\\nHe toddles round the floor j\\nHe s sorter backward yet to talk,\\nBut hokey he kin roar.\\nHe wants a thing, he wants it quick,\\nYer got to git it, too.\\nOr he II lay down and yell an kick,\\nT would split yer head in two.\\nHe breaks his plate, he breaks his cup.\\nHe scratches up the walls\\nHe tears the books and pictures up.\\nHe s allers gettin falls.\\nHe s got poor Towser almost mad.\\nThe old cat dreads his clutch j\\nI guess it s jest because he s bad\\nWe love that kid so much\\n71", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "Anent the Fourteenth of February\\nWHEN my short summers numbered nine,\\nMy heart still aching yet because\\nI d learned there was no Santa Claus,\\nI turned then to that saint benign,\\nLove s patron, good Saint Valentine,\\nAnd on the Fourteenth of February\\nI bought a Valentine for Mary.\\nSmith was her other name. It had\\nSome verses written To My Love\\nBorne by a pretty snow-white dove.\\nT was lace and gilt, such was the fad\\nIn Valentines when I, a lad,\\nBought one and thought to send it with\\nA three-cent stamp to Maiy Smith.\\nI d picked her out of all the crowd\\nWhen first we met t was at a party\\nBut she, she sniffed and called me smarty,\\nTurned up her nose, in fa.6i was proud,\\nNor in the kiss games once allowed\\nMy near approach j in faft, did spurn\\nAll forfeits when it came my turn.\\nHer father kept a butcher store\\nI longed to be a butcher man\\nIn jacket knit of cardigan,\\nFor this he in all seasons wore,\\nAnd weighed three hundred pounds or more.\\n72", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Her brother in his teens was callow\\nHe greased his boots with mutton tallow.\\nAh, me by some mischance I sent\\nThat Valentine, with fond love freighted,\\nUnto the schoolma am, whom I hated.\\nThe comic for the teacher meant\\nUnto the lass I well loved went.\\nBoth knew from whom their missives came.\\nThe teacher smiled j but, just the same.\\nThat brother big caught me and whopped\\nMe black and blue, straightway, forthwith j\\nWhile cruel, scoffing Mary Smith\\nStood by and laughed, nor stayed nor stopped\\nHer brother, till his tired arm dropped.\\nHe ate beefsteak three times a day,\\nAnd whopping me for him was play.\\nOld Smith these many years is dead.\\nHis son, who harshly used me so,\\nNow runs the beefsteak studio.\\nAnd Mary she long since has wed\\nHer brother s Dutch assistant, Fred.\\nThus dainty cards by Tuck and Prang\\nRouse up old memVies with a pang.\\n73", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "Song of the Old Sky Blue\\nTHE old Sky Blue, the old Sky Blue,\\nShe s now but a battered hulk j\\nBut years ago, when she was new\\nAn carried coal in bulk.\\nNo boat along the whole canal\\nHad such a team or crew\\nSinging Hi I love a yaller gal\\nThe old Sky Blue, Sky Blue.\\nThe old Sky Blue, the old Sky Blue,\\nOh, she only ran by day;\\nWe used to dance the whole night through\\nAnd on the banjo play.\\nTied to the berm, to laugh and shout\\nAt night-boats passing through\\nSinging Hi does yer mother know yer out\\nThe old Sky Blue, Sky Blue.\\nThe old Sky Blue, the old Sky Blue,\\nShe was my pride and joy\\nOne time I worked my passage through\\nOn her as a driver boy.\\nIf I tried to ride, the mules d balk.\\nThen up comes the chaffin crew\\nSinging Hi don t you think you M better walk\\nThe old Sky Blue, Sky Blue.\\nThe old Sky Blue, the old Sky Blue,\\nI m glad your days are done\\n74]", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "For mules were good enough for you\\nIn them old times at s gone.\\nThey d put a motor in you now,\\nYou d be a night-boat, too\\nSinging Hi for the trolley on your bow\\nThe olcf Sky Blue, Sky Blue.\\n75", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "The Place called Easy Street\\nOH what is the way to Easy Street which turning shall I go\\nFor many a day I Ve sought the way that no one seems to know.\\nHow do you turn do you keep straight on, and get there just by pluck,\\nOr is it the case that you find the place by chance and happy luck\\nSome say this and some say that, for every one I meet,\\nGoing it blind or searching to find, is looking for Easy Street.\\nEasy Street I Easy Street The street so hard to find!\\nNo sign-boards shoiv the route to go sa ve the ways that lie behind.\\nBut Fortune s smile is ivorth the ivhiky so nenjer knoiv defeat\\nWhen the very next turn for you may earn the nvay to Easy Street.\\nFrom little Queer Street through Hard Times Court to the Highway of\\nSuccess,\\nIs the nearest way, I Ve heard some say, and it is true, I guess.\\nSo through Poverty Place my way I trace (with Queer Street left behind).\\nBut in Hard Times Court the way s cut short it ends in an alley blind.\\nIn the Lane of Chance I sometimes glance, but the risk seems all too great.\\nTo turn and stray down its winding way and blindly follow fate.\\nSo, with courage high, I strive and try, seeking with weary feet.\\nMy way to grope, nerved still with hope, the way to Easy Street\\nEasy Street! Easy Street! Where happy mortals duoell,\\nOut of the strife of nxjork-day life and the battles of buy and sell.\\nWearing good clothes y halving no foes, ivith life s good things replete\\nOh, happy fate to dnjoell in state, at last, on Easy Street!\\nWe will all of us live on Easy Street when things have gone our way.\\nWhen fortune and fame shall attend our name and leisure comes to stay,\\n76", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "Through the deed achieved we Ve had in our minds the long last year or\\ntwo\\nGiving us zest to finish the rest of the things-we-are-going-to-do.\\nWith the toil of these struggling days forgot, and our happiness all com-\\nplete,\\nNo trouble or care will bother us there when we live on Easy Street\\nEasy Street I Easy Street I Where the skies are ahways blue^\\nAnd all of the schemes of our ivell-lo ved dreams are enjer coming true.\\nWe II li ve at our ease and do as njoe please and find that life is siveet\\nWhen through toil and pain at last we gain our ^way to Easy Street\\n77", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "Settled Down\\nA rude and simple Lay, concerning one Brown,\\nwhich concealeth a Moral\\nEB. BROWN he was a steady lad\\nWho worked from dawn till dark j\\nHe never knew of boyish fun,\\nOr had a boyish lark.\\nAnd all the neighbors praised him up\\nThat son of Farmer Brown,\\nWho seems so kind of sensible,\\nSo old and settled down.\\nAnd as he grew in size and age\\nHis habits were the same\\nHe worked and worked, and still he held\\nFor steadiness his name.\\nHe never went out with the boys.\\nOr painted red the town 5\\nHe married a good and quiet girl,\\nAnd went and settled down.\\nThe other boys whom he had known.\\nAmbitious, sought for fame j\\nOne died the Gov nor of the State,\\nOne gained a hero s name.\\nBut still Eb. s course had steady been.\\nHe sought no praise, renown\\nLet others roam, I Ml stay at home,\\nSaid he, and settle down.\\n78", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "A few days since I passed the place\\nWhere he is laid to rest j\\n(For long the church-yard grass has grown\\nAbove that tired breast.)\\nAnd even here it is the same\\nFor Ebenezer Brown\\nThe very grave wherein he lies,\\nLike him, has settled down.\\n79", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "His Heroes\\nAubrey, loquitur\\nGOLLY My mother does n t know\\nWhat good thnes I have, you bet\\nOr where o Saturdays I go,\\nN I ain t goin tell her yet.\\nFor, what does mothers know bout boys\\nThink they ought to look like girls.\\nAn fix em up like Fauntleroys\\nWant to see em wearin curls.\\nThe Injun Killers that\\\\ my crowd\\nHang out round the tan-yard shed\\nBuck Brown an Double-jointed Dowd,\\nWot kin kick things off his head.\\nAn Chalkey White, a nigger boy.\\nYet he s a member, just the same.\\nLike Scotty Smith an Mickey Foy,\\nOr crippled Dick Malone, at s lame.\\nAn Buck Brown s got a pistol Phew\\nHe s le61ed capt in jest fer that j\\nIt s seven-shooter, twenty-two\\nOne time I seen him shoot a cat\\nBuck Brown s a feller awful nice.\\nYou ought to see him a-doin stunts j\\nHe licked Yeller Hammer Rice\\nFer givin me Injun turnip once.\\n80", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Gee-whizz He s smart he s got a stack\\nOf Nickel Liberies he s read through,\\nBout Denver Dan an Pinto Jack\\nHe s goin to let me read em, too.\\nAn once I tumbled in the vat 5\\nBut he, he would n t let me drown\\nSay, if my mother knew of that,\\nWould she be kind to poor Buck Brown\\n81", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "A Marsh Symphony\\nTHE little frog sits on the bank by the pool\\nWhen the stars are beginning to peep j\\nThe night wind comes sighing by softly and cool,\\nAnd he s plaintively singing Knee Deep!\\nKnee Deep I Knee Deep! And it s far to the log\\nWhere nvaits the frog maiden he lo-ves in the bog\\nAnd his clothes are all ne^w, so njjhat can he do P\\nKnee Deep! nvails the poor little frog.\\nFar o er by the innermost depths of the marsh,\\nFrom his lair by the calamus roots,\\nThe big bull-frog s voice rings dismal and harsh\\nAs he answers him back, Rubber Boots\\nRubber Boots Rubber Boots tonjoade to the log\\nWhere nvaits the frog maiden you lo^e in the bog\\nIf your clothes are all nenxj that j the best thing to do.\\nRubber Boots says the big bull-frog.\\nBut such foot gear is scarce, or he finds none that suits,\\nFor still will that little frog weep\\nAnd all night the bull-frog cries back Rubber Boots\\nWhen he hears him calling Knee Deep!\\nKnee Deep! Rubber Boots a duet in the bog-,\\nThe frog maid forlorn is alone on her log.\\nWhat can her lo^ue do ^when his clothes are all neuo?\\nRubber Boots cries the big bull-frog.\\n82", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Ballade of Old Songs\\nTELL me where, in what land of shade.\\nEcho the strains of the songs once sung\\nBy young and old, by man and maid.\\nIn childish treble, by lisping tongue,\\nBy singers great, where spellbound hung\\nThe throng. The tunes that once were played\\nBy organ men both far and near.\\nNor stayed nor stopped till coin they d wrung\\nWhere are the songs of yester year\\nWhere is Emma we sung with Whoa\\nThat stirring tune, The Golden Stairs,\\nOr Annie Rooney, loved by Joe,\\nSweet Violets and kindred airs\\nNo one remembers now nor cares\\nMarguerite they no longer know,\\nPeek-a-Boo is forgot, I fear,\\nWhite Wings, too. It is better so\\nWhere are the songs of yester year\\nL Envoi\\nPrince, they are gone. Yet still allow\\nOne hope is left us full of cheer\\nSongs as bad we are singing now\\nWill soon be the songs of yester year.\\n83", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "when Mary Climbed the Tree\\no\\nN ev ry bough ripe cherries hung,\\nAt ev ry breeze they swayed and swung,\\nAnd\\nMary\\nClimbed\\nThe\\nTree.\\nThe feeding robins flew away\\nAs Mary cHmbed that summer day\\nAnd\\nZeb\\nHe\\nStopt\\nTo\\nSee.\\nWatching her feat in wild surprise,\\nWatching her feet with open eyes\\nAs\\nMary\\nClimbed\\nThe\\nTree.\\n84]", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Go way she shrieked, and held her gown,\\nBut he said, I 11 stay till you come down,\\nI ll\\nNev-\\nEr\\nLeave,\\nYou\\nBet\\nSing hey for the yokel who laughed in glee\\nAt the weeping maid in the cherry tree\\nShe s\\nSit-\\nTing\\nUp\\nThere\\nYet.\\n85", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "The Guileless Chinaman\\nIT is the guileless Chinaman,\\nUpon his way he goes,\\nWith merry smile and cheek of tan\\nAnd basketful of clothes.\\nOf mocking jibes and taunting cries\\nHe neither heeds nor cares 5\\nBut still upon his way he hies\\nAnd minds his own affairs.\\nHe never swears, he never fights.\\nHe never loafs nor drinks.\\nHe never stands up for his rights,\\nNor tells you what he thinks.\\nHis terms are striftly C. O. D.,\\nHe asks but what s his due j\\nDon t bother him at all and he\\nWill never bother you.\\nAnd oft beneath his hat you ll see\\nHis plaited hair close rolled\\nHe goes his way but yet could he\\nA curious tail unfold.\\n86", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Ye Foolish Old Bard and Ye Wise\\nYoung Troubadour\\nYE mightie King sat in his halle, his nobles at his syde,\\nBut bored, in sooth, to say the truth, for all his haughtie pride.\\nHe would not to ye green woode goe, nor hunting of ye hart or doe,\\nWhat once he much admired.\\nAnd when Sir Bertram Bevis spake of hawking heron by ye lake.\\nYe King with glance did make him quake.\\nSaith he You make me tired\\nThen up and stood his seneschal and craved his liege s grace\\nHe saith There stands without ye halle two wandVing minstrels at\\nyour call.\\nAnd strangers to ye place.\\nA Harper one, a man of eld, a bard such as in Scotia dwelled\\nIn other times gone by.\\nHe wakes his wild harp s martial strains with sturdy, strong, and bold\\nrefrains\\nWhich make men fight and die.\\nYe other s but a Troubadour, such as without ye postern door\\nAt midnight serenades.\\nAnd tho ye archers at him shoot, yet still ye maundering galoot,\\nWill yowl his ballads to his lute to please ye love-sicke maides.\\nWe 11 see him later, said ye King j but first we 11 have ye Harper sing.\\nThese lutists give me pains\\nBut wand ring minstrels bowed with age are taught by time to be more\\nsage.\\nAnd come in when it rains.", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "Ye Harper s seated in ye halle, across ye strings his fingers falle,\\nAnd he could play, I wis\\nHe bowed with reverence to ye King, and with crack d voice essayed to sing,\\nA strain that ran like this\\nO King ye sit within your halle, with knights and nobles at your call.\\nAnd never one has got the gall to ever say ye nay\\nBut all these vanities of thine, thy costly fare and raiment fine.\\nSome day must pass away.\\nBeware Beware your doleful doom, when you shall moulder in ye\\ntomb\\nHe got no further, for ye King his sceptre then did at him fling.\\nWhich, hap ly, was not sharp.\\nThe dogs were at ye croaker sicM then one and all ye good knights kicked\\nYe stuffing from his harp.\\nBring now ye other minstrel in then cried ye King, as mad as sin,\\nAnd if he sings such doleful lays\\nAs hath this mug we Ve lately heard, upon me royal oath and word\\nI 11 give him sixty days\\nYe other minstrel, young was he, he touched his lute most daintilee\\nAnd said, I 11 do me best\\nFor I have played in many lands with Georgia Minstrels one-night\\nstands\\nBut out in Camelot we strands, an I hoofs it from de West\\nThen he touched his lute to a merry air, and did his best turn for them\\nthere\\nIn a way that caught ye gang.\\nHe had no doleful tale to tell, but he gave them ye lay of Daisie Belle,\\nAnd this, likewise, he sang\\n88", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Oh, never was there a king Hlce you, or ever one half as great j\\nI tell ye truth as a regular thhig and I give this to you straight\\nYou ve got a record out of sight, you always treat your people white,\\nAnd they to honor you delight, O King most wise and great\\nAt this ye monarch beamed with glee I will not hear you more,\\nsaith he,\\nFor my great holt is modesty and you have sung enough\\nBut, by request, After ye Balle, and Ye Bowerie, too, he sang for\\nall,\\nUntil the nobles in the halle cried, whooping, That s ye stuff!\\nL Envoi\\nYe moral of this ancient lay still holdeth good until this day.\\nThe which is simply this\\nThat he who for a guerdon sings must ne er harp on unpleasant things\\nTo peasants, nobles, knaves, or kings j and this is true, I wis.\\n89", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "Ye Artifice of Dame Allyce\\nA Goodlie Ballade of ye Olden Times\\nWherein is Sette Forth Howe the Ingenuity of Hys Goode Ladye,\\nin an Adverse Hour, Didde Rouse ye Slothful Sir Bertram Bevis,\\nof the Lake, to Industrie and A6lion\\nListen, Lordlings, nvhile ye may.\\nUnto ye Bard xvho sings a lay\\nOf happ nings in an elder daye.\\nThe ixihich, in sooth, is this\\nHonv, long ago, a sturdy knyghte\\nWho didde in reckless nvays delyghte\\nBye hys goode dame ^was sette aryghte.\\nAnd it is true, I wis.\\nSIR Bertram Bevis, of ye Lake,\\nUnto hymselfe to wife didde take\\nYe goode Sir Cauline s daughter.\\nAnd Dame Allyce was fair to see\\nShee could embroider daintilee\\nAnd sampler work so fyne didde shee\\nFor thus her mother taught her.\\nBut, Bertram, tho a stark goode knyghte,\\nI-faith, he was a reckless wight\\nWho onlie joyed in joust or fyghte,\\nOr onne adventures sallied.\\n90", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Heedless he passed hys tyme away\\nAtt cardes and dicing all ye daye\\nOr singing catches droll and gaye,\\nAnd o er ye wine-cup dallied.\\nTette think net in ye olden tymes^\\nWhen minstrels sang and made their rhymes.\\nIt avas all beere and skittles.\\nBeshreiv me Times to some H,vere tight\\nAnd, eftsoons, many a goodlie knyghte\\nMust hustle for his ^iBuals I\\nNow all ye joustings they were done\\nYe tournaments where fyghte and funne\\nHad raged both fast and furious.\\nAnd Winter fell in Camelot,\\nA Winter cold and drear, I wot.\\nNo more yt ballad curious,\\nHot Tyme in ye Towne To-Nighte\\nWas sung twas deemed injurious.\\nAnd still yt brave and parlous knyghte.\\nSir Bertram Bevis, of ye Lake,\\nHad found it harde, indeed, to make\\nBothe endes to meete, if we hear right.\\nHe had laid bye a meagre store\\nOf sundries for ye Winter sore.\\nAnd of white monle he d no more\\nThan e en ye poorest churl.\\nAnd thenne ye merchants didde hym dunne\\nFor debts he owed, from sunne to sunne.\\nAnd hym a belted Earl\\n91", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "Ye while hys gentil ladye fair\\nMay fate send us her kind to share\\nOur days of joy and days of care\\nKept up hys spirits daily.\\nSoon will ye Winter cold pass bye,\\nQuoth shee, and Spiynge will glad your eye\\nWe II all be happy yette, you bette\\nSo, keep in bounds of reason,\\nShe saith with other words of cheer\\nYt pleased hym muche, indeed, to hear.\\nSo passed the tyme till it grew near\\nYe joyous Christmasse season.\\nBut, ah they were far in arrear\\nIn payments on their household gear\\nUntil, withe many a threat and jeer.\\nThat they myghte notte mistake them.\\nThis word was sent No more delay\\nYour household goodes instalments paye\\nOr else we 11 come and take them.\\nIn vain ye goode Sir Bertram strove,\\nThey tooke both pannes and pottes and stove,\\nUntil ye knyghte cried out, By Jove 1\\nAs I m a living sinner.\\nHow will we now have ought to eat.\\nHow shalle we roast or frye our meat,\\nHow shalle we cooke our dinner\\nBut still Dame Allyce gave hym cheer\\nWhat do we care for kitchen gear\\nWe 11 make out well, so do notte fear\\nAnd do notte be repining.\\n92", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Take oflF ye corselet yt you wear,\\nYour goode steel hawberk yt s suche care\\nTo keep all bryghte and shining.\\nHys corselet s set upon ye grounde,\\nYe steel yt saved from scar and wounde\\nSir Bertram oft 5 and it was founde\\nA splendid stove to make.\\nYe iron sleeve, at ye elbow bend.\\nYe dame turned uppe, yt it myghte send\\nYe smoak aloft, he saw her trend\\nSaith he You take ye cake\\nThen, in hys helmet, as a disshe,\\nShee boyled for hym a goode salt fissche,\\nAnd colewort, too, beside.\\nHys broad shield with its rounding curve\\nShee made it as a platter serve\\nSir Bertram gazed with pryde.\\nCome weal or woe he cryed amain,\\nThou art a dame worth while to gain,\\nAnd sore would be my grief and pain\\nTo lose thee from my syde\\nAll is notte told yt afternoon\\nShee heated uppe hys spur-decked shoon,\\nAnd with it and its mate she soon\\nHad all her ironing donne.\\nThen save you fair, my gracious dame\\nSir Bertram cryed 5 you putte to shame\\nYe joustyngs I have wonne\\nI, in yt suit of nickel-plate.\\nHave in ye tourneys tempted fate,\\n93", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "While here, in suche a goodlle state,\\nYou cook ye dinner in it\\nA better use for armor bryghte\\nThan to be worn by slothful knyghte,\\nWho onlie thought hym of ye fyghte,\\nAnd how to wage and win it.\\nBelike, your ready wit Is suche\\nYt it, in sooth, doth shame me muche\\nTo watch you stir and bustle.\\nForthwith I 11 sette no more and pine\\nThat better fortune is notte mine,\\nBut I 11 gette out and hustle\\nHe didde. And, Gentles, would you know\\nEre Spiyngtyme s flowers didde bloom and blow.\\nOr yette had fell ye last light snowe\\nSo well and goode he strove\\nHys spryghtly ladye hadde her meed j\\nNo longer used shee in her need\\nHis corselet for a stove.\\nFor, by his efforts goode and bolde\\nHe brought hym in a store of golde\\nThey left their castle, damp and olde j\\nAnd, bye next Yuletide s comyng,\\nHe reared a stately edifice.\\nAll furnished uppe with gear of price\\nAnd sanitarie plumbyng\\nThe End", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "D. B. Updike\\nThe Merrymount Press\\nBoston", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "NOV 19 1900", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3528", "width": "2403", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\nllllllllllilllllllillilililllllilli\\n015 909 184 3 -0\\ni", "height": "3513", "width": "2518", "jp2-path": "oldelovelavender00mcca_0120.jp2"}}