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Title: Robert Penn Warren, Fairfield, Connecticut, 1981 Continental Chrome unused Description: Photography by Mark Morrow		Title: Lafayette, by Richard A. Purdy unused

Title: The Value of a Smile unused		Title: Heinrich Heine unused

Title: Nothing like Idaho - Moving Day on the Roundup Iowa (IA), Divided Back unused Description: Talk not to me of Eastern States, their cities large and grand; With operas and seaside joys way down by Jersey's sand; Of cafes fine and swell resorts, and functions up in G, Idaho, perched up near the sky, is good enough for me. I've hit the trail to Iowa, and examined Kansas, too; I've touched the highest spots they've got in far-famed old Mizzoo; I've wintered in Los Angeles, also in Washington, D.C.; But none of these can get my game -- they're all too slow for me. A.K. Yerkes, Sour Dough Creek, Ida.		Title: Portola Festival San Francisco California (CA), Divided Back PM 1909 Oct-14 Description: You are welcome to our City, Welcome to our Golden State. Visit us in mild October, Come and help us celebrate. To Portola, we do honor, -- He first viewed the Golden Gate; And, while under Spanish regime, Was first Governor of State. We will dine you. We will wine you. We will show you what 'twill be To be guests of San Francisco, Where the sun sets in the sea. Bring your father-sister-mother-- Bring your friends -- don't come too late. We will entertain you royally, As becomes OUR GOLDEN STATE.


Title: Trees by Joyce Kilmer Real Photo PM 1937 Aug-27		Title: Mornin' on the Desert Real Photo

Title: "In Long Beach" by Haven Charles Hurst Long Beach California (CA), Divided Back		Title: Florida by James W. Lucy Florida (FL), Divided Back Description: Come to the land of sunshine and flowers; You will enjoy many more happy hours, Where good times and June time ever lingers, And old creepy winter never enters.

Title: Sanibel Bend Chrome PM 1972 Description: Cartoonist J. N. "Ding" Darling's efforts made these islands a wildlife refuge and migratory bird sanctuary.		Title: Walt Whitman Continental Chrome unused

Title: The Call of Kansas Kansas (KS), Divided Back PM 1909 Jan-12 Description: Sweeter to me than the salt sea spray, the fragrance of summer rains, Nearer my heart than the mighty hills are the wind-swept Kansas plains; Dearer the sight of a shy wild rose by the roadside's dusty way, Than all the splendor of poppy fields ablaze in the sun in May. Gay as the bold poinsettia is, and the burden of the pepper trees, The sunflower, tawny and gold and brown is richer to me than these; And rising ever above the song of the hoarse insistent sea, The voice of the prairie calling, Calling me.		Title: The Old Homestead by Eugene Field Divided Back unused Description: Just as atween the awk'ard lines a hand we love has penn'd Appears a meanin' hid from other eyes; So, in your simple, homespun art, old honest Yankee freind, A power o'tearful, sweet suggestion lies. We see it all -t he pictur' that your mem'ries hold so dear - The homestead in New England far away; And the vision is so nat'ral-like we almost seem to hear The voices that were healed but yesterday. Ah! who'd ha' thought the music of that distant childhood time Would sleep through all the changeful, bitter years To waken into melodies like Chris'mas bells a'chime An' to claim the ready tribute of our tears! Why, the robins in the maples an' the blackbirds 'round the pond, The crickets an' the locusts in the leaves, The brook that chased the trout adown the hillside jest beyond, An' the swallers in their nest beneath the eaves- They all come troppin' back with you, dear Uncle Josh, to-day, An' they seem to sing with all the joyous zest Of the days when we were Yankee boys an' Yankee girls at play, With nary thought of "livin" way out West! God bless he, Denman Thoms'n, for the good y' do our hearts With this music an' these memories o' youth- God bless ye for the faculty that tops all human arts, The good ol' Yankee faculty of Truth!

Title: Alfred, First Baron of Tennyson Divided Back PM 1907 Jul-2 Description: Poet Laureate, Author of "In Memoriam," "Maud," "Idylls and the King," "Queen Mary," "Harold," etc.		Title: Friedrich Schiller Divided Back Description: Series 1455

Title: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - American Poet Divided Back unused		Title: Lord Alfred Tennyson - British Poet Divided Back unused Description: XVIII Series 17029

Title: Poet Sir Walter Scott Divided Back unused		Title: Robert Burns - Scottish Poet Divided Back unused

Title: Superior Baking Company - Big Dandy Bread Brockton Massachusetts (MA), Divided Back unused Description: Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down, and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.		Title: Koester's Honey and Tosty Bread. - Little Jack Horner Baltimore Maryland (MD), Divided Back unused Description: Little Jack Horner sat in a corner Eating a Christmas Pie; He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum, and said, "What a good boy am I."

Title: Beautiful Beautiful Bed I. Real Photo PM 1907 Mar-05 Description: "Now bed's always been my pet study, I've no time for Latin or Greek. I've gazed on it in all positions Until my eyesight has gone weak. The missus said tome this morning, 'I'm going out to wash for the day. Will you come help me with the mangling?' I said, "No, thanks! I'd much rather stay in bed."		Title: Daddy, I Real Photo PM 1908 Jan Description: Take my head on your shoulder, daddy, Turn your face to the West. It is just the hour when the sky turns gold, The hour that Mother loves best. The day has been long without you, Daddy, You've been such a while away; And now you're as tired of your work, daddy, As I am tired of play. But I've got you, you've got me, so everything seems right. I wonder of Mother is thinking of us, Because it is my birthday night.

Title: Daddy. 2. Real Photo PM 1908 Jan-25 Description: Why do your big tears fall, Daddy, Mother's not far away. I often seem to hear her voice falling across my play. And sometimes make me cry, Daddy, to think that it's none of it true. Till I fall asleep to dream, Daddy, of home and Mother and you; For I've got you, and you've got me, so everything seems right. We're all the world to each other, Daddy, for Mother dear Mother, once told me so.		Title: Little Bo Peep Divided Back PM 1907 Jan-31 Description: Nursery Rhymes Series 60 Little Bo Peep Has Lost Her Sheep, And Can't Tell Where To Find Them; Leave Them Alone And They'll Come Home, Dragging Their Tails Behind Them.

Title: America, My Country - By Jens K. Grondahl Divided Back unused		Title: "Hellgate Exchange" - Anti-Alcohol Ink Drawing by S. O. Hunert unused Description: We Exchange Shame for Honor, Tribulation for Peace, Poverty for Wealth, Disease for Health, Misery for Content, Ruin for Prosperity, Prison for Freedom, Destitution for Comfort, Despair for Hope.

Title: "The Drunkard's Tombstone" unused Description: J. O. Hulbert "Wine is a Mocker Strong Drink Is Raging. Touch Not, Taste Not, Handle Not. Drink, the old grave-digger, has dug thousands upon thousands of these graves, and it is to-day busily engaged in making new ones. Drink robs men of all their lovable and manly traits and leaves nothing but repugnant, useless husk. In Drink's graveyard lie buried all that was highest and best of thousands of the world's once promising men. The only safe way is to let it alone." Drawing depicts children weeping before tombstone that reads "Here Lie Buried Friendship, Ambition, Self-Respect, Health, Hope, and Love."		Title: A Man and Woman Planting Seeds - Horatius Bonar unused Description: "There is no unbelief: Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod, And waits to see if push away the clod He trusts in God."

Title: Card Promoting Temperance Entitled "The Mills" unused Description: J. O. Hulbert "A Saloon can no more be run without using up boys than a flouring-mill without wheat, or a saw mill without logs. The only question is, whose boys - your boy or mine - our boys, or our neighbor's?"		Title: Field Flowers by Nixon Waterman unused Description: J. O. Hulbert The simple, little wayside rose To me is sweeter far, And more begirt with grace than those from sheltered gardens are; And vagrant shreds of homeless song May keener pleasures hold Than to the grander birds belong Though bound in silk and gold.

Title: Girl Picking Flowers By A Stream unused Description: J. O. Hulbert "We can never be too careful What the seed our hands shall sow; Love from love is sure to ripen, Hate from hate is sure to grow. Seed of good or ill we scatter, Heedlessly along our way, But a glad or grievous fruitage Waits us at the harvest day."		Title: Hope On unused Description: J. O. Hulbert "Hope On, dear love, for ever, Though our skies be overcast. We need the gloom, the cloud, the storm; That fruit may come at last. If the seed be rightly cherished, If the soil be kept with care, Our God will send his sun and rain, To make the harvest fair."

Title: Ink Drawing by J. O. Hubert featuring H. Bonar Poem unused Description: "Sow Love, and taste its fruitage pure; Sow Peace, and reap its harvest bright; Sow Sunbeams on the rock and moor, And find a harvest home of light" - H. Bonar		Title: Man Sowing Seeds in Field - Horatius Bonar unused Description: J. O. Hulbert "Sowing in the sunshine, Sowing in the shadows; Fearing neither clouds, Nor winter's chilling breeze. By and by the harvest, And the labor has ended, We shall come rejoicing, Bringing in the sheaves."

Title: Peace on Earth - A Song of Brotherhood - Horatius Bonar unused Description: J. O. Hulbert Turn from the eagles; woo the dove, For it will glad the angels more If you will train a vine above A lowly cottage door And give your bayonet so bright- If you would serve the greatest good To make a pen wherewith to write A song of brotherhood.		Title: People Drinking Wine and a Man Pulling a Keg of Beer unused Description: J. O. Hulbert "I AM A TOTAL ABSTAINER FROM ALCOHOLIC LIQUORS. I ALWAYS FELT THAT I HAD A BETTER USE FOR MY HEAD." Thomas A. Edison

Title: Saloons Must Have Boys - unused Description: the drunkards of the future must come from the boys of the present. Save the Boys.		Title: Temperance Ink Drawing by J. O. Hubert with John B. Gough Qoute unused Description: J. O. Hulbert "Can desire nothing better for this great country than that a barrier, high as Heaven, should be raised between the unpolluted lips of the children and the intoxicating cup."

Title: Temperance Movement Card "According To the Best Authority" unused Description: J. O. Hulbert "For every dollar revenue from Saloon license it costs at least ten dollars to keep up jails, court houses, insane asylums, poor houses, police officers and other expenses caused directly by drink. Isn't this a bad bargain? Why not vote to reduce taxes?" Saloon - Prison - Poor House - Asylum		Title: The Footpath To Peace unused Description: J. O. Hulbert "To be glad of life because it gives you a chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars; to be satisfied with our possessions but not contented with yourself until you have made the best of them; to despise nothing in the world except falsehood and meanness, and to fear nothing except cowardice; to be governed by your admirations rather than by your disgusts; to covet nothing that is your neighbor's except his kindness of heart and gentleness of manners; to think seldom of your enemies, and often of your friends, and every day of Christ and to spend as much time as you can, with body and with spirit, in God's out-of-doors - these are little guide posts on the footpath to peace." Henry van Dyke - in the "Outlook".

Title: Where There's Drink, There's Danger unused Description: J. O. Hulbert Write it on the liquor-stove, write it on the prison door, write it on the gin-shop fine, write, aye, write this truthful line; where there's drink, there's danger." Write it on the workhouse gate, write it on the school-boy's slate, write it in the copy-book, that the young may at it look; where there's drink there's danger."		Title: Shaekspeare's Birthplace Stratford-on-Avon Divided Back unused Description: Shakespeare's Birthplace in Henley Street, Stratford-on-Avon, is among the most famous and the most visited places in England. Here on 23rd April, 1564, was born William Shakespeare, the greatest poet and dramatist the world has ever seen. On the premises is now a museum of Shakespearean relics. Shakespeare died at New Place, in the town, oh his birthday in the year 1616.

Title: Drawing of a portrait of woman's head with California poem Divided Back PM 1908 Mar-4 Description: In California Moonlight is the darkest, In California. The H's the smartest, In California. Maiden's eyes the bluest, Their dear hearts the truest, But marriages the fewest, In California. North to south is the longest, In California And garlic smells the strongest, In California The air is the clearest, The sweethearts the dearest, And ferry boats the queerest, In California. Number Two Travesty in poetry descriptive of California in a series of five souvenir post cards. Copyright, 1907, by Samuel T. Mock Los Angeles, Cal.		Title: The Village Blacksmith by Longfello Real Photo PM 1905 Oct-20 Description: Week in, week out, from morn till night, you can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, with measured beat and slow, like a sexton ringing the village bell, when the evening sun is low.

Title: Redwood Highway by Oscar G. Gibson California (CA), Real Photo unused Description: On the famous Redwood Highway near the California Coast stand monarchs of the centuries the majestic redwood host. They have witnessed generations, as they come and as they go, proclaiming the eternal truth-we shall reap whate'er we sow. Many were already standing, lone, magnificent, and grand, when Moses from Mount Nebo's height saw afar the Promised Land. Witnesses of many ages, the eternal speaks through thee and tells how time will work wonders hinting of eternity. Photo of road through redwoods.		Title: The Village Blacksmith Longfellow Real Photo unused Description: Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands: And muscles of his brawny arms Are as strong as iron bands.

Title: Robert Louis Stevenson Divided Back unused Description: There is so much good in the worst of us. There is so much bad in the best of us. That it ill behooves any of us. To talk about the rest of us.		Title: Marie Joseph Robert Anatole Portrait unused Description: Boldini Giovanni RITR. del Co. Robert de Montesquiou

Title: Signed Sketch of Gotthold Ephraim Lessing (Poet) unused Description: Series 49072		Title: I've Found a cool and Shady Spot... Divided Back PM 1912 Jul-20 Description: Series 2054 Far from the busy grind.

Title: Remembrance is Very Sweet and it's Pleasant now and Then Divided Back PM 1912 Jul-15 Description: Series 2021 To know that we are thought of As our daily way we wend For to write a friendly letter We can't always spare the time And so this card just takes its place As it sends to you a rhyme To say good luck attend you As I think of you today For I'm thinking of you often As I go my busy way		Title: My Country 'Tis of Thee Divided Back PM 1909 Jul-3 Description: Series 7-Nov

Title: Birthday Greeting - Oliver Wendell Holmes Divided Back PM 1910 Sep-10 Description: To be seventy years young is sometimes more cheerful and more hopeful Than to be forty years old. Holmes		Title: Sunset - Byron Divided Back unused

Title: Plymouth in Vermont Linen unused Description: Plymouth in Vermont We used to hear of just one Plymouth And that of old time Pilgrim's day Down in the state of Massachusetts Upon the good old Cape Cod Bay. But now there is another village That's coming in for some renown; 'Tis the birthplace of our Calvin Coolidge A quaint and lovely Vermont town. Although no Pilgrims here have landed Nor "1620" rock is found, Some thousands now make this their mecca For this place too is honored ground, So take a back seat, Cape Cod Plymouth Behind your ancient rock and stay, For the rocks of Vermont's lowly Plymouth, Are the chosen pebbles of to-day. May C. McClellan		Title: Sand Dunes, Cape Cod - The Land of Heart's Desire Cape Cod Massachusetts (MA), Linen PM 1954 Mar-25 Description: OLD CAPE COD THE LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE Did you ever go down on Old Cape Cod, That place that speaks of peace and GOD, Where the trees, and flowers and even grass, Nod you a welcome as you pass, Where you hear the waves a-pounding the shore, When the wind's nor'east and the storm clouds lower; Where you breathe in the smell on the old salt grass, As on the highway of God's Country you pass. No place in the world shines the sun so bright, Or the moon when it's full on a summer's night, And the people "God bless them" that true do they ring They make you as welcome as the flowers in Spring. A hand clasp that thrills way down to the toes Is the greeting one gets wherever he goes. Just to think of that place is to me, With its wonderful flowers and sky and sea, Like sweetest nectar, fit for a god, That I drink to the health of old Cape Cod. --John Chipman

Title: Statue of Moroni Linen unused Description: MORONI... It's just another piece of bronze Uplifted to the coming dawns; It's just another gilded form Veiled in the sifting light of morn; But that angel-crowned temple spire Evokes the mystic's joyful lyre. It is a heaven-sent token That life's cycles are not broken; For his trumpet call speaks to me Of One back from the shoreless sea, To re-kindle Faith's living flame; And give Easter its olden fame. --Nelphi Jensen		Title: To wish you a Merry Christmas Description: Heap on more wood, the wind is chill, but let it whistle as it will, we'll keep Christmas merry still. Scott

Title: Evangeline Real Photo unused Description: ye who believe in affection that hopes and endures and is patients. Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of a woman's devotion. List to the mournful tradition still sung. As well known as Shekspeare's story of Romeo & Juliet, or the real life drama of Petrarch & Laura is Longfellow's romance of Evangeline & Gabriel. More poignant than the poem is the charming local legend in the Louisiana Acadian country that Evangeline actually existed as Emmeleine LaBiche, that Gabriel's name was Louis Arceneaux, & that after her wearisome but unfaltering journey to seek her exiled lover, when the loyal girl reached "Poste de Attakapas," now St. Martinville, and spied her long lost Louis she was repulsed by him. He explained that he had tired of waiting for her & was betrothed to another. Unable to bear the shock, Emmeline lost her reason. She was sweet & gentle the short time she lived afterwards that people call her "Evangeline, which meant "God's little Angel." When she died she was buried near the bank of the Leche, not far from the great oak where she met Louis, and which still bears her name. Louis, our Gabriel, it is told, settle with his new love in this fine old house and prospered		Title: That's Cape Cod, poem by Bernice Hall Legg Linen unused Description: Cape Cod is unique. Nowhere in the world can be found fifteen towns comprising one hundred and forth-three home-like villages with such qualifications. It faces four salt seas; has five hundred and eighty-six miles of shore line, three hundred and six miles of beaches, encloses two hundred and seventy beautiful natural lakes and ponds, and has fourteen hundred and fifteen miles of macadam roads. There are many places of historic interest on Cape Cod Curteich-Chicago

Title: Greetings From Cape Cod, Mass Cape Cod Massachusetts (MA), Linen unused Description: What lessons from the sea there come, From its immensity; Its mystery, horizons far, Breathe forth eternity. Along the highways of the deep, On wide expanse of sea; I watch the ships go sailing by And think of Galilee. --Rev H. F. Huse		Title: The Old North State Linen unused Description: Here's to the land where the galax grows. Where the rhododendron roseate glows; Where soars Mount Mitchell's summit great, In the "Land of the Sky," in the "old North State" Here's to the land of the cotton blooms white, Where the scuppernong perfumes the breeze at night. Where soft Southern moss and jessamine mate, 'Near the murmering pines of the "Old North State." Here's to the land where maiden's are fairest, Where friends are the truest, and cold hearts are rarest The near land, the dear land, whatever our fate, The blest land, the best land, the "Old North State."

Title: Painting of an Island in a River w/ Poem Divided Back unused Description: I know not where his islands lift their fronded palms in the air, I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care		Title: Weather Symptoms - Stormy, Rain, Change, Fair, Set Fair Divided Back unused Description: Series E. 52 When you are with me, I declare, No matter what the weather; It always seems quite bright and FAIR As long as we're together

Title: Things to Avoid Divided Back unused Description: Series E4 A Banana's very sweet, But when its SKIN lies on the street, To avoid it you should always be particular - For it's very apt you bet, Not only to upset you temper, but likewise your perpendicular		Title: "The Bridge" by Longfellow Divided Back unused Description: Series 829 I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the city Behind the dark church tower

Title: Knox Series: Sheep-shearer's toast Divided Back unused Description: Knox Series Here's tae a' your folk an' oor folk, An a' the folk that likes oor folk an' your folk. I wunner what ails folk at folk, That folk winna let folk like folk; For, if folk wad let folk like folk, Folk wud like folk as weel as folk ever did folk		Title: Riley Blossoms poem Divided Back unused Description: Riley Blossoms "Let the fragrant summer-breeze, And the apple-buds and blossoms, and the wings of honey-bees, All palpitate with glee, Till the happy harmony Brings back each childish joy to you and me." James Whitcomb Riley The Scofield-Pierson Co

Title: Robert Burns poem and landscape Divided Back unused Description: We two hae run about the braes And put the gowans fine But we've wandered mony a weary foot Sir auld lang syne Robert Burns		Title: Lover's Lane, Saint Jo Divided Back unused Description: Series 9 In the Union Bank of London are forty pounds or more which I'm like to spend, ere the moth shall end. in an antiquarian store. Eugene Field

Title: Poem series - The Children's Home Divided Back unused Description: They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair. If I try to escape they surround me. They seem to be everywhere. Longfellow		Title: Poem series = The Swing Divided Back unused Description: Up in the air and over the wall Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the country side. Robert Louis Stevenson

Title: Poem series - An Old Sweetheart of Mine Divided Back unused Description: Poem Series But ah! my dream is broken by a step upon the stair And the door is softly opened, and my wife is standing there. Yet with eagerness and rapture all my visions I resign, To greet the living presence of that old sweetheart of mine. James Whitcomb Riley		Title: Poem series - Rock Me to Sleep Divided Back unused Description: Poem Series Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for tonight! Mother, come back from the echoless shore, Take me again to your heart as of yore

Title: Woman sits by a brook in a romantic landscape setting Divided Back unused Description: The Brook - Tennyson. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers;/I move the sweet forget-me-nots, that grow for happy lovers./And out again I curve and flow, to join the brimming river,/For men may come and men may go, but I go on forever		Title: Flowers with Eugene Field quote Divided Back unused Description: Series 1015

Title: Gates of the West Divided Back unused Description: Gates of the West Series 4537/1 She lingered where the sunset glow fell on her golden hair, lit up the glided organ pipes, the carving quaint and rare. But sad the strain the blind girl played, and full of longing sore, While listening angels, pitying heard up the Heavenly shore. Upward ascendeth through gates of the West, Heavenward, the sighing of pilgrams distressed, Upward, where angels in womnderment fall Round him in whom is no darkness at all		Title: James Whitcomb Riley Divided Back unused Description: "Just Be Glad" "For we know, not every morrow can be sad; So, forgetting all the sorrow we have had, Let us fold away our fears, And put by our foolish tears, And through all the coming years Just be glad."

Title: Lover's Lane, Saint Jo Divided Back unused Description: But Cruel the age of winter, when the way of the world says no to the hoary men who would woo agian in Lover's lane, Saint Jo		Title: Lowell's home, Elmwood, Cambridge, Mass Divided Back unused Description: Series 1288 James Russell Lowell was born at Cambridge, Mass. Feb. 22, 1819. Was appointed minister to Spain in 1880 - his most famous works are "The Bigelow Papers," "The Vision of Sir Launfal," "Fireside Travels," and "My study Window." He died August 12, 1891

Title: Lvoer's Lane, Saint Jo Divided Back unused Description: Let us sit awhile, beloved, and dream of the good old days - of the kindly shade which the maples made 'round the staunch but squeaky chaise		Title: Mother putting children to bed Divided Back unused Description: Series 470212 Hush! Here comes the dream man (2) Hush! here comes the dream man, Hush! here comes the dream man; Now, you children, run up the stairs, Put on your nighties, and say your prayers; Ride with Mister Dream-man Till daylight comes again, And see all the wonders of wonderland, On the dream man's train!

Title: Older couple Divided Back unused Description: With your head upon my shoulder, and my arms about you so, though exiles we shall seem to be in lover's lane, Saint Jo		Title: Pipe with smoke Divided Back unused Description: Frederick L. Cavally American Series 6168 Oft in the evening twilight We bring back memories fond, We try to read the smoke-wreaths And think of friendship's bond. My pipe and I

Title: Poem of Parting Divided Back unused Description: Frederick L. Cavally American Series Yes I've often tried to figure, Just how it all can be, The farther off I go from you, The closer you'r to me		Title: Quote from Emerson Divided Back unused Description: So nigh is grandure to our dust, So near is God to man, When duty whispers low, thow must, the youth replies, I can. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Title: You Make Think This is a Scaley Fish Story Divided Back PM 1907 Apr-13 Description: You Make Think This is a Scaley Fish Story, You may think of it just what you like, There are others, I like them plenty, But you, well I love you all right		Title: Sally Dear Real Photo unused Description: Her hair it floated in the breeze, And hung around her sable cheek, I really thought that I should freeze, If my sweet Sally did not speak. But soon her silver voice I heard, 'Twas music to this darkie's ear; I list to catch it ev'ry word, From the sweet lips of Sally Dear

Title: Mornin' On the Desert Linen unused Description: Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free, And it's ours, jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me. No more stuffy cities, where you have to pay to breathe, Where the helpless human creatures move and throng and strive and seethe. Mornin' on the desert, and the air is like a wine, And it seems like all creation has been made for me and mine. No house to stop my vision, save a neighbor's miles away, And the little 'dobe shanty that belongs to me and May. Lonesome? Not a minute! Why I've got these mountains here. That was put here just to please me, with their blush and frown and cheer. They're waiting when the summer sun gets to sizzlin' hot, An' we jest go campin' in 'em with a pan and coffee pot. Mornin' on the desert - I can smell the sagebrush smoke, I hate to see it burnin', but the land must sure be broke. Ain't it jest a pity that wherever man may live, He tears up much that's beautiful that the good God has to give? "Sagebrush ain't so pretty?" Well, all eyes don't see the same. Have you ever saw the moonlight turn it to a silvery flame? An' that greasewood thicket younder - Well, it smells jest awful sweet When the night wind has been shakin' it - for its smell is hard to beat. Lonesome? Well, I guess not! I've been lonesome in a town, But I sure do love the desert with its stretches wide and brown. All day through the sagebrush here the wind is blowin' free, An' its ours jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me		Title: Mornin' On the Desert Linen unused

Title: My Busy Day Linen unused Description: I am just a little too busy to write, As you can see, I must hold tight, Seeing sights from the air You may land anywhere... So...now if I am late, And you wish to know my fate, You'll see below that I've checked out, For parts unknown or thereabout. Texas Kansas Arizona Colorado Oklahoma New Mexico California or ---- You never can tell J. R. Willis		Title: Pompey's Pillar, Central Montana Billings Montana (MT), Linen unused Description: Out Where the West Begins Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins; Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That's where the West begins. Out where the skies are a trifle bluer, Out where friendship's a little truer, That's where the West begins; Out where a fresher breeze is blowing, Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing, Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing, That's where the West begins. Out where the world is in the making, Where fewer hearts with despair are aching, That's where the West begins; Where there's more of singing and less of sighing, There there's more of giving and less of buying, And a man make friends without half trying, That's where the West begins. - Arthur Chapman

Title: The Prospector's Last Camp Colorado (CO), Linen unused Description: Picture of old-time prospector, seated, and mule. Poem "The Prospector's Last Camp" by Minnie J. Hardy		Title: Southern Politics White Border unused Description: Lay the jest about the julep in the camphor balls at last, For the miracle has happened and the olden days are past, That which made Milwaukee famous does not foam in Tennessee, And the lid on old Missouri is as tight locked as can be

Title: Southern Politics White Border unused Description: Lay the jest about the julep in the camphor balls at last, For the miracle has happened and the olden days are past, That which made Milwaukee famous does not foam in Tennessee, And the lid on old Missouri is as tight locked as can be		Title: After a Visit to Old Kentucky Kentucky (KY), White Border unused Description: I be'n in ole Kentucky / Fur a week er two, an' say, / 'Twuz ez hard ez breakin' oxen / Fur to tear myse'f away

Title: Texas a Paradise Linen PM 1948 Feb-28 Description: By the Author of "Hell in Texas" The Lord said he wished to show To His erring children here below That He had plenty in His Store For those who knocked at Heaven's door, And hence would give to some bright land Samples of blessings from His right hand; And if you think there's Cause to doubt it, Just listen to how God reasoned about it. These gifts I can't give to the States in the East The weather's too damp for both man and beast, And the Northern States I consider together, I made a mistake when I put up their weather, For in blizzards and cyclones, tornadoes and cold, No one can enjoy good gifts, I am told. 'Tis too cold, hence westward I shall go To the land where the fig and the orange trees grow For here it is true is a beautiful land, But then here's the fogs, the dust and sand; And those who enjoy these gifts as they must Can't do it in the sand and the fogs and the dust, At last reaching Texas, a State of some size He decided to give her His capital prize: He opened wide His bountiful hand, He dispersed His blessing all over the land, And hence we enjoy as these blessings of ours Ten months in the year the most beautiful flowers; And nights most delightful, fanned by the breeze, That comes sweeping across her from over the seas; And Italy's skies with our own won't compare; Nor is her land more fertile nor ladies more fair And the grasses that grow on the range of ours Are kept beautifully green by these sweet summer showers, And as we know, to enjoy our wealth, We must first scrure the blessing of health. Thence we declare to the sick in each clime That health you can have, if you come here in time And now to our friends in the East, North and West We want you to come here and with us be blest. For God never intended that we all alone Should enjoy all these blessings that He has bestown		Title: Ready Divided Back unused Description: Wasn't it a bully time that we had together? Never thought about the hour, nor cared about the weather. I've been here and there a lot, north and south, and east and west, But of all the bully times, that one was the best. Press the button for me, or just scribble to say when And you'll find me ready for a bully time again

Title: Home is Where the Loved Ones Are Divided Back unused Description: Beautiful flower-bordered verse about "home." 608		Title: The Philosophy of Life Divided Back unused Description: If you save money, you're a grouch, If you spend it, you're a loafer, If you get it, you're a grafter, If you don't get it, you're a bum, So, what the Hell's the use

Title: The Old Folks at Home Real Photo unused Description: One little hut among de bushes One dat I love, Still lingers in my memory, No matte where I rove; When will I see de bees a-humming, All round de'comb? When will I hear de banjo tumming, Down in my good old home?		Title: Sheridan's Ride Divided Back PM 1910 Nov-04 Description: But there is a road from Winchester town A good broad highway leading down,And there through the flush of the morning light,A steed as black as the steeds of night Was seen to pass,as with eagle flight

Title: Poem by James Russell Lowell Divided Back unused Description: Who gives himself with his gifts feeds three,Himself,his hungering neighbor,and me. James Russell Lowell		Title: Ayr. Burns Real Photo unused Description: Series 30220

Title: Cheer Up! Real Photo unused Description: Series 834 H Oh What a Grumbling lot we are,There's nothing will suit us long; Whenever we've heard a grand march played We wished it had been a song. If the weather be hot and dry,We really wanted the rain And when the summer & Heat are gone,We wish they were back,Again. We wish we were rich,or very grand,(We sometimes wish we were good) Our relations are common,or very Proud,or might help us more if they would. But if we look round,and round again,and we need not look very far,To find many others worse off than ourselves So we're just as well of as we are."		Title: Rain Real Photo unused Description: It rained on Monday morning when I struck Alaska's shore,And then on Tuesday morning It rained a Little more. Wednesday was a cloudy clay with rainstorms interspersed. And Thursday was a deluqe That everybody cursed. Friday brought a drizzle that was worse than a Scotch mist to prepare the way for Saturday And total the Week's List Of a normal summer . . . Say! I forgot to mention Sunday which turned out a Rainy day."

Title: Robert Burn's Birthplace Ayr, Real Photo unused Description: Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to min? Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days of auld hang syne."		Title: Alfred Tennyson - A Happy Birthday Divided Back PM 1910 Dec-20 Description: Here again, here, here, here, happy year O Warble Unchidden; Unbidden! Summer is coming is coming, my dear And all the winters are hidden. Tennyson.

Title: Robert Burns Divided Back Description: Some hae meat that canna eat, Some hae no meat but want it. But we hae meat, and we can eat, So let the lord be thankit.		Title: Golden Rule Divided Back unused Description: There are creeds and Rules to guide us and help us in Life's School But the Finest Creed for every need, is the Good Old Golden Rule.

Title: Tis Sweet To Be Remembered Divided Back unused Description: Tis sweet to be remembered And a pleasant thing to find that though you may be absent You still are kept in mind For writing friendly letters We find but little time But it only takes a minute Just to send a friendly rhyme and that is what I'm doing for I'd like to have you know I'm thinking of you often As my busy way I go		Title: Here's To Alaska Poem Alaska (AK), Real Photo unused Description: The home of the tin car and dog A waste of snow, ice and moss. A grave yard of ambitions. A by-ward for Hell. The home of the famed double cross. Men come here for gold, ambitions for wealth They stick, for they can't get away. They dig, drink and die, And then go to hell to pay for their last sucker play! Alaska.

Title: Rain Real Photo unused Description: t rained on Monday, morning when I struck Alaskas shore, And then on Tuesday morning It rained a little more. Wednesday was a cloudy day With rainstorms interspersed, And Thursday was a deluge That everybody cursed. Friday brought a drizzle That was worse than a Scotch mist To prepare the way for Saturday And total the weeks list of a normal summer . . . Say! I forgot to mention Sunday Which turned out a rainy day.		Title: Rain Real Photo unused Description: It rained on Monday, morning when I struck Alaskas shore, And then on Tuesday morning It rained a little more. Wednesday was a cloudy day With rainstorms interspersed, And Thursday was a deluge That everybody cursed. Friday brought a drizzle That was worse than a Scotch mist To prepare the way for Saturday And total the weeks list of a normal summer . . . Say! I forgot to mention Sunday Which turned out a rainy day.

Title: Lover's Lane Saint Jo, Divided Back unused Description: Saint Jo. Buchanan County. Is leagues and leagues away; And I sit in the gloom of this rented room. And pine to be there today. Yes, with the London fog around me And the bustling to and fro, I am fretting to be across the sea In Lover's lane, Saint Jo. I would have a brown-eyed maiden go driving once again; And I'd sing the song, as we snailed along That I sung to that maiden then; I purposely say "as we snailed along." for a proper horse goes slow in these leafy aisles where Cupid smiles In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo. But the maples they should shield us From the gossips of the place; Nor should the sun, except by pun. Profane the maiden's face; And the girl should do the driving For a fellow can't you know, Unless he's neglectful of what's respectful In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo. Ah! sweet the hours of springtime, When the heart inclines to woo, And it's deemed all right for the callow wight To do what he wants to do; But cruel the age of winter, When the way of the world says no To the hoary men who would woo again In Lover's lane, Saint Jo. In the Union Bank of London Are forty pounds or more, Which I'm like to spend, ere the month shall end In an antiquarian store; But I'd give it all and gladly. If for an hour or so I could feel the grace of a distance place - In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo. Let us sit awhile, beloved, And dream of the good old days - of the kindly shade which the maples made Round the staunch but squeaky chaise; With your head upon my shoulder. And my arm about you so, Though exiles, we shall seem to be In Lover's Lane, Saint Jo.		Title: Gray Bonnet Divided Back PM 1917 Apr-07 Description: Not an old gray sonnet with blue ribbons on it. But a nerr one just brought from the store. Wear it Easter Sunday Twill, I know become thee Tis the style thy grandma wore.

Title: Perhaps? Divided Back PM 1908 Dec-31 Description: "Perhaps"? In answer to "Maybe". Perhaps you sent me that Maybe Card, and Perhaps you didn't. Perhaps I was surprised to receive it, and Perhaps I wasn't. Perhaps I enjoyed reading it, and Perhaps I didn't. Perhaps I will leave my happy home, and Perhaps I won't. Perhaps you want me to, and Perhaps you don't. Perhaps I want to talk to you, and Perhaps I don't. Perhaps you'll try to get me and Perhaps you won't. Perhaps I want you to, and Perhaps I don't. Perhaps you love me. and Perhaps you don't. Perhaps you love me. and Perhaps you don't. Perhaps you could, and Perhaps you couldn't. Perhaps I want you to, and Perhaps I don't. Perhaps you will see me soon. and Perhaps you won't. Perhaps I do go out with other girls. and Perhaps I don't. Perhaps you'll catch me, and Perhaps I you won't. Perhaps I will hug her, and Perhaps she will say don't, [Perhaps.] Perhaps when the good old summer time is over, and vacation days are past, you will wander back and find me waiting for you [Perhaps ].		Title: To Mother Linen unused Description: Oh, would that I, some song could sing Of the joy you to me, this Christmas bring: I'm sure all the world would list to hear this lay to one who's dearer year by year. In fancy, I can plainly see, a little boy at your knee; then again in a backward glance, I see how "long" have grown his "pants." Ah, how swiftly time has passed; Why must childhood go so fast? But of all that life has brought of good and true, Naught is so dear, Mother, to me as you. Pemberton Parker. The original of this picture was first exhibited at the great art show held in Chicago in the summer of 1944 and was made by Pemberton Parker to illustrate his beautiful tribute, "To Mother." It is said that a few days after writing the poem, he created the illustration which has now become almost inseparable from the verses. Both the picture and the poem have a universal appeal and are much admired by all who hold in happy memory those golden days of childhood.

Title: Possibly Divided Back PM 1909 Description: Possibly you'll guess who's sending this card, and possibly you won't Possibly you find the solution is hard, and possibly you don't. Possibly I'm old, possibly I'm young and possibly not Possibly I'm ugly and you would be "stung," and possibly not Possibly you know me well, and possibly you don't Possibly my name I'll tell, and possibly I won't Possibly I think you're it, and possibly I don't Possibly I love you a bit, and possibly I don't Possibly I love you a bit, and possibly I don't Possibly you will call me honey, and possibly you won't Possibly you think me funny, and possibly you don't Possibly you will read this through, and possibly you won't Possibly you'll be glad if you do, and possibly if yu don't Possibly for you may heart doth yearn, and possibly it don't Possibly my love you'll spurn, and possibly you won't Possibly I'll let you call, and possibly I won't Possibly I like you best of all, and possibly I don't Possibly I could write more clearly, and possibly I won't Possibly I hold yu dearly, and possibly I don't Possibly I am yours sincerely, Possibly, that's All!		Title: Peaceful Pacific Linen unused Description: The Sun Sinks West on the Ocean's Crest, Bringing thoughts of a day well spent; On the beach we find free heart and free mind Among the best joys heaven sent. Here the weary hearts from the city marts. Come teeming down to the sea; Mid the dunes, on their breast, can be found [perfect rest, And the tired soul set free. The waves and the sands, the gulls and the [clams, Are at play at the edge of the world; And ships as they pass through the billowy [mass. Bear flags of all nations unfurled. Here may we gaze at the beautiful maze, Far out on the summer Sea - Here the roll of the surf as it spreads to the turf, Like sweet memories that come back to me. No picture so grand from the hand of man. compares to the setting sun, With its golden light and the sea's twilight, A tableau - The Day is Done. The soft moon light Sweeps the waves at night, Trods the deep and its fathoms explore, From our cozy nest we gaze toward the West, Looking out from the Pacific Shore.

Title: Down In Texas Texas (TX), Linen unused Description: We're down here in old Texas. Where you never have the blues where the bandits steal the jitneys and the marshals steal the booze where the buildings horn the skyline. Where the chickens never roost where the stickup men are wary and the bullets fall like hail. Where each pocket has a pistol and each pistol's good for jail. Where they always hang the jury. Where they never hang a man. It you call a man a liar you get home the best you can. Where you up in the morning in a world of snow and sleet and you come home in the evening suffocating in the heat. Where the jitneys whizz about you and the street cars barely creep. Where the burglars pick your pockets while you "lay me down to sleep" where the bulldogs all have rabies and the rabbits they have fleas Where the big girls like the wee ones wear their dresses to their knees. Where you whist out in the morning just to give your health a chance say "Howdy" to some fellow who shoots big holes in your pants. Where wise owls are afraid to hoot and birds don't dare to sing for it's hell down here in Texas, where they all shoot, on the wing.		Title: Mornin' On The Desert Linen unused Description: (Found written on the door of an old cabin on the desert). Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free, And it's ours, jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me. No more stuffy cities, where you have to pay to breathe, Where the helpless human creatures move and throng and strive and seethe, Mornin's on the desert, and the air is like a wine, And it seems like all creation has been made for me and mine. No house to stop my vision, save a neighbor's miles away, And the little dobe shanty that belongs to me and May. Lonesome? Not a minute! Why, I've got these mountains here, That was put here just to please me, with their blush and frown and cheer. They're waiting when the summer sun gets too sizzlin' hot, An' we jest go campin' in em with a pan and coffee pot. Mornin' on the desert-I can smell the sagebrush smoke, I hate to see it burnin', but the land must sure be broke. Ain't it jest a pity that wherever man may live, He tears up much that's beautiful that the good God has to give? "Sagebrush ain't so pretty?" Well, all eyes don't see the same. Have you ever saw the moonlight turn it to a silvery flame? An' that greasewood thicket yonder - Well, it smells jest awful sweet. When the night wind has been shakin' it-for its smell is hard to beat. Lonesome? Well, I guess not! I've been lonesome in a town, But I sure do love the desert with its stretches wide and brown. All day through the sagebrush here the wind is blowin' free, An' it's ours jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me.

Title: A Yorshire Lad Divided Back unused Description: Awm a rooamin, rollickin, Yorksher lad, Aw tak things as they come; An tho mi bargains turn aght bad, Yo'll nivver find me glum. Aw've joys at they ne'er know out on, An when they think me sad, Awm ommost fit to split wi fun, For awm a Yorksheir lad.		Title: Burns And Highland Mary Divided Back PM 1908 Aug-11 Description: Wi' may a vow and locked embrace. Our parting was fu' tender; And pledging aft to meet again, We tore ourselves asunder.

Title: She Wore A Wreath Of Roses (3) Post Card (Undivided Back) PM 1908		Title: Post No Bills Divided Back PM 1908 Description: It is easy enough to be pleasant when life goes along like a song; But the man worth while, is the one with a smile, when everything goes dead wrong.

Title: Maybe? Divided Back unused Description: Maybe you will be surprised to receive this, and maybe you won't. Maybe you will enjoy reading this, and maybe you won't. Maybe you will answer, and maybe you won't. Maybe you will get angry, and maybe you won't. Maybe you will leave your happy home, and maybe you won't. Maybe I want you to, and maybe I don't. Maybe I want to talk to you, and maybe I don't Maybe you will try to get me, and maybe you won't. Maybe I want you to, and maybe I don't. Maybe I want to talk to you, and maybe I don't. Maybe you will try to get me, and may be you won't. Maybe I want you to, and maybe I don't. Maybe you love me, and maybe you don't. Maybe I love you, and maybe I don't. Maybe you could, and maybe you won't. Maybe I could, and maybe I won't. Maybe you'll see me soon, and maybe you won't Maybe you care, and maybe you don't. Maybe you go out with other girls, and maybe you don't. Maybe I will catch you, and maybe I won't. Maybe it will make you angry, and maybe it won't. Maybe you will get a girl, and maybe you won't. Maybe you'll kiss her, and maybe you won't. Maybe you'll hug her, and maybe you won't. Maybe you will hug me and I will say don't. (Maybe.) Maybe in the good old summer time, when the roses bloom again, maybe the love will steal into your heart then, and maybe it won't may be you will guess who this is from, and maybe you won't. If you should find out who this is from answer. Maybe you will, nad maybe you won't. From your friend Maybe, or from.		Title: Seems so bery long ago Divided Back unused Description: Seems so bery long ago since yur last letter; Won't you then say "Hello" I'd feel much better.

Title: Life's Highway Divided Back PM 1911 Description: All along life's highway, the mile-stone years are set; May you, in joy's own motor-car, speed blithely by, both safe and far; Nor pass them with regret.		Title: My Dear Miss Maybe Divided Back unused Description: Maybe you will be surprised to receive this card and maybe you won't. maybe you will enjoy reading it and maybe you won't. Maybe you will answer and maybe you won't; maybe I will write again and maybe I won't. Maybe you will leave your happy home for me and maybe you won't; maybe I want you to and maybe I don't. Maybe you could furnish me a happy home and maybe you couldn't; maybe you would like me to and maybe you wouldn't; maybe tehre will come a time and maybe there won't; may be I hope there will amd maybe I don't. Maybe I will come to see you and maybe I won't; maybe yoy want me to and maybe you don't. Maybe you love me and maybe you don't; maybe you could and maybe you won't. Maybe you will see me soon and maybe you won't; maybe you care and maybe you don't. Maybe you have another beau and maybe you don't; maybe I will catch you with him and maybe I won't. Maybe it will make me angry and maybe it won't. Maybe he takes you out driving and maybe he don't. Maybe he kisses you and maybe he don't. Maybe he hugs you and maybe he don't. Maybe you like him and maybe you don't. Maybe in the good old summer time when the roses are in bloom the love will steal into your heart - the love that ought to be there now; maybe it will and maybe it won't. Maybe you will guess who this is from and maybe you won't. If you should find out who this is from and answer you are a wise one. Try your luck. Maybe you will guess it and maybe you won't

Title: The world can't see your dreams Divided Back unused Description: The world can't see your dreams, pard, Can't see them soar and mount; They're big things to you and it may seem hard But just what you do will count!		Title: A Cow-Hand's Prayer Linen unused Description: Lord, save me from the stench of city streets Where men must toil to earn their daily bread. Give me clean air that comes from snow-clad peaks, Filtered thru golden sunshine and the dew, Give me long, rolling sweeps of bunch-grass, hills, Where cattle fatten for the city mart. Give me the pungent scet of rain-drenched sage, A boisterous wind that whistles thru the trees. Give me the music of the lowing herd. The bawling of the calves in branding pen, Gie me a willing horse between my legs, companionship of loyal friends, though few. Give me a home where loved ones nightly gather In sweet communion, free from guile or sham. And when my time shall come to cash my checks, I pray that you may find my record clear, For I have served thee Lord, as best I could With the only creed I knew, the Golden Rule. So let e rest high on some rocky hill, Where I may kep eternal vigil still, My only requim the coyote's yelp, The meadow-lark's melodious trill.

Title: Paul Revere House Linen unused Description: (In Part) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,- One if by land, and two if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm." You know the rest. In the books you have read How the British Regulars fired and fled, - How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard wall, Chasing the redcoats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. So through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm,- A cry of defiance, and notof fear, a voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore! The oldest house in the city of Boston, built in 1660, and purchased by Paul Revere in 1770, where he resided until 1800. The immense fireplaces, the ancient wall paper, and many other treasures from the colonial period make it a most interesting house to visit.		Title: Mornin On The Desert Linen unused Description: (Found written on the door of an old cabin on the desert) Mornin on the desert, and the wind is blowin free, And it's ours, jest for the breathin, so let's fill up, you and me. No more stufy cities, where you have to pay to breathe, Where the helpless human creatures move and throng and strive and seethe. Mornin on the desert, and the air is like a wime, And it seems like all creation has been made for me and mine. No house to stop my vision, save a neighbor's miles away, And the little dobe shanty that belongs to me and May. Lonesone? Not a minute! Why, I've got these mountians here, That was put here just to please e, with their blush and frown and cheer. They're waiting when the summer sun gets too sizzlin hot, An we jest go campin in em with a pan and coffee pot. Mornin on the desert - I can smell the sagebrush smoke, I hate to see it burnin, but the land must sure be broke. He tears up much that's beautiful that the good God has to give? "Sagebrush ain't so pretty?" Well, all eyes don't see the same, Have you ever saw the moonlight turn it to a silvery flame? an that greasewood thicket yonder - Well, it smells jest awful sweet When the night wind has been shakin it - for its smell is hard to beat. Lonesome? Well, I guess not! I've been lonesome in a town, But I sure do love the desert with its stretches wide and brown. All day through the sagebrush herr the wind is blowin free, An it's ours jest for the breathin, so let's fill up, you and me.

Title: Saint Jo Linen unused Description: Saint Jo, Buchanan County, Is leagues and leagues away; And I sit in the gloom of this rented room and pine to be there to-day. Yes, with the London fog around me and the bustling to and fro, I am fretting to be across the sea In Lovers Lane, Saint Jo.		Title: A Pennsylvania Beauty View Linen unused Description: It seems the joy of heaven just flashes at sunset's glow, Over the Alleghenies. And the rivers down below; From Lake Erie to the Delaware. O'erthe Mason-Dixon Line, You et a glimps of Heaven Each evening at Sunset time. A commonwealth of landscapes From meadow to timber-line. Keystne of the great Union. Since seventeen eighty-nine; Kissed by Atlantic breezew. From lands of the rising sun. Home of the "Quaker City", Where the Liberty Bell was rung, Checkered with mighty highways, Through montian, valley and glen, And beautiful by rivers. Is this wonderland of pen; Where states were forged in Union. And were welded to remain, At Valley Fore and Gettysburg, In the land of Anthony Wayne. When William Penn completed his deal for Penn's Woods, now called Pennsylvania, he little realized that in that tract would eventually e found nature's whole line of scenic splendors. Hain's poem pictues this naturral beauty with native historical ability.

Title: The Redwoods Linen unused Description: Here, sown by the Creator's hand, In serried ranks, the Redwoods stand; No other clime is honored so, No other lands their glory know. The greatest of Earth's living forms, Tall conquerors that laugh at storms; Their challenge still unanswered rings, Through fifty centuries of kings. The natives that with them were young, Rich empires, with their forts far-flung. Lie buried now - their splendor gone; But these proud monarchs still live on.		Title: The Singing River Linen unused Description: The famous singing river (Pascagoula) located on U. S. 90 between Biloxi, Mississippi and Mobile, Alabama is known through the world for its very mysterious music, The singing sound, like a Swarm of bees in flight is best heard in late summer and autumn months in the stillness of the late evening. Barely caught at first, The music seems to grow nearer and louder until it sounds as though it comes from directly under foot. An old legend connects the sound with the mysterious extinction of the Pascagoula tribe of Indians.

Title: Twilight On The Desert Linen unused Description: The light of day has gone. The west Glows bright with clouds of golden hue. The desert life hat shuns the day Creeps forth to bid the sun adieu. Down from the mountain breathes the wind: The night hawk darts with eerie cry, While starkly stands the desert growth In silhouette against the sky.		Title: Trees Linen unused Description: I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest against the earth's sweet flowing breast. A tree that looks at god all day and lifts her leafy arms to pray. A tree that may in smuuer wear a nest of robins in her hair. Upon whose bosom snow has lain; who intimately lives with rain. Poems are ade by fools like me, but only god can make a tree. Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest lies far back in the mountains of North carolina, near the Great Smoky Mountain National park, This stand of timer, 3,8000 acres in extent, is to be preserved in perpetuity as a tribute to the man who wrote perhaps the most widely known peom about trees. Beneath one of the giant hemlock trees, amidst the breath-taking beauty of misty waterfalls, cascades and profuse vegetation, a broze plaque, mounted on a granite boulder, bears the simple inscription: "Joyce Kilmer, 165th Infantry, Rainbow Division, soldier and Poet. Author of Trees. Born in new Brunswick, N. j., December 6, 18886. Killed in action in France, June 30, 1918."

Title: Indian Lament Old Hosteen Yazzie Linen unused Description: Wife he die, I so sad. My o' hoss Done gone bad. Buy ol' Ford No good too - Ride and push No can do. White man banker No can trust, Take it monies - Bank go bust. Republican, Stock-market hogs, Run it country To the dogs. Democrat, He big money man, Big money man Republican. No more money man By damn - I done vote For Uncle Sam. Old Hosteen Yazzie - Age 110 yrs. Old Hosteen Yazzie was one of the last Navajo Indians to surrender to the Army Scout, Kit Carso, and the U. S. Soldiers. He has been a familiar figure throughout the Southwest. His "Lament" gives an idea how one difficult it is for him to understand "White Man's Ways". He is past 110 years of age.		Title: The Cowboy Linen unused Description: The bowl of a steer to a cowboy's ear Is music of sweetest strain, And the yelping notes of the gray coyotes To him are a glad refrain; The rapid beat of his bronc's feet on the sod as he speeds along Keeps livening time to the ringing rhyme Of his rollicking cowboy song. His eyes are bright and his heart is light As the smoke of his cigarette; There's never a care for his soul to bear, No troubles to make him fret; For a kingly crown in the noisy town His saddle he wouldn't change No life so free as the life we see, Way out on the cattle range. James Barton Adams in "The Trail".

Title: Just Crying For You Out Here In The West Linen unused Description: Famous Indian Papoose Twin. We're sad because we're lonesome When you're so far away. W hope you'll come and cheer us We hope you'll come and play. We're "Out Where the West Begins" There's hunting and sparkling streams, The sky is blue and the mountains, too: A long of lakes and dreams. So "Bring Your Boots and Saddle" Old Pinto is neighing for you. You need a change to a "Home on the Range" And begin life over anew.		Title: That's Way Out West Linen unused Description: Out where the bull is a little stronger, Out where the trails are a blame sight longer, That's way out West. Out where the skirts are a little higher, Where men are wilder and women shyer, And we'll all blow away if it gets much drier, That's way out West. Out where the bushes are full of stickers, And the whole blame country is full of slickers, that's way out West. Where the lizards pant in the summer heat, Where th white sands blister the kiote's feet, And we've nothing but jerky and bens to eat, that's way out West. Out where the rivers run upside down, and tow houses together are called a town, Taht's way out West. Where mules are too weary to bray or kick, Where hens are scarce and buzzards thick. And the devil won't stay cause it makes him sick. that's way out West. Where the cat-claw tree and the sagebrush grow, and their leaves get scorched when hot winds blow, Taht's way out West. Where the centipede and the rattler dwell, And "heelas" and scorpions do right well. And the only crop we can raise is hell. taht's way out West.

Title: Ye Tennessee Hills Linen unused Description: Oh ye hills, ye Tennessee Hills With your slopes of terraced green And your halo of misty heavenly blue Which rises with crystal sheen. Oh ye hills, ye Tennessee Hills With your trees so proud and tall Your rocks so rugged and moss green Oh dear how I love you all. Oh ye hills, ye Tennessee Hills Your charms are rich and fair In nature's store of gorgeous things And all things sweet and fair. Oh ye hills, ye Tennessee Hills With your verdure of daintiest green And your halo of misty heavenly blue a grander sight ne'er seen.		Title: Sunset On The Willamette Linen unused Description: Mt. Hood from lost lake. The sun sinks downward thru thesilver mist That looms across the valley, fold on fold, and sliding thru the fields that dawn has kissed, Willamette sweeps, a chain of liquid gold. Trails onward ever, curving as it goes. Past many a hill and many a flowered lea, Until it pauses whee Columbia flows, Deep - tongued, deep - chested to the waiting sea. O lovely vales thru which willamette slips! O vine clad hills that hear its soft voice call! My heart turns ever to their sweet, cool lips, That, passing, press each rock or grassy wall. Thru pasture lands, where mild-eyed cattle feed Thru marshy flats, where velvet tulles grow, Past many a rose tree, many a singing reed. I hear those wet lips calling, calling low. the sun sinks downward thru the trembling haze The mist flings glistening needles higher and higher. And thru the clouds - O fair beyond all praise! Mt. Hood leaps, chastened, from a sea of fire.

Title: New Mexico Linen unused Description: There's a state that we love in the far golden West In the land of the pinon and pine; Where Nature in robes of bright sunshine is dressed, And the hills clothed with verdure divine. There lithe willows grow and clear waters flow Through an Eden of beauty untold; Where Nature her rich panorama has spread And calls to us, "Come, and behold!" There are landscapes alluring that gladden the sight And canyons that thrill as they yawn; There are shadows, and tints of the rainbow's soft hues In the glories of sunset and dawn. there are fair fields of yucca, the lamps of the Lord, That raise their white plumes toward the sky; And the wild mountian eagle, her eyrie that builds On the rocks where the cliff rises high. There are caverns whose depth by Titans was wrought On the morn of Creation's first dawn; there are dwellings of people of primitive race Who for ages from earth have been gone. Here are walls of El Morro that tower to Heaven And are haunted at night by a wraith; And the Shiprock that sands in the Navajo lands, Ancient ark of the Indian's faith. Dear colorful country of love and romance Thy beauty and praises we sing; The past and the present so richly combine Such wealth of enchantment to bring; Thy daughters and sons evermore will rejoice In the state that has given them birth; for New Mexico is and forever will be The most colorful place on the earth!		Title: Our Slogan Linen unused Description: "There's Only One Petoskey" It's on Little Traverse shore, Such fishing and such boating Were never known before. "There's only one Petoskey," Where the sunset's azure hue, Makes one feel life's worth living, In Petoskey or Bay View. "There's only one Petoskey," so the tens of thousands say, Who come here every summer, To pass the time away. All o'er our country wide, You'll hear these thousands say, "There's only one Petoskey," And little Traverse Bay.

Title: Hell In Texas Scenic Texas (TX), Linen unused Description: By the Author of "Texas a Paradise" The Devil in Hell we're told was chained, And a thousand years he there remained, He neither complained nor did he groan, But determined to start a hell of his own. Where he could torment the souls of men, Without being chained in a prison pen, so he asked the Lord if he had on hand Anything left when he made this land. The Lord said, "Yes, I have plenty on hand, But I left down on the Rio Grande The fact is 'old boy' the stuff is so poor I don't think you can use it in hell any more." But the Devil went down to look at the truck And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck, For after examining it carefully and well. He concluded the place was too dry for a hell. So in order to get it off His hand The Lord promised the Devil to water the land, For He had some water or rather some dregs, A regular cathartic and smelled like bad eggs. Hence the trade was closed and the deed was given, And the Lord went back to his home in heaven The Devil said to himself "I have all that is needed, To make a good hell," and hence he proceeded. He began to put thorns all over the trees, And mixed up the sands with milions of fleas. He scattered tarantulas along the roads; Put thorns on cactus and horns on toads. He lengthened the horns of the Texas steers, And put an addition to the rabbit's ears; He put a little devil in the broncho steed And poisoned the feet of the centipede. The rattlesnake bits you, hte scorpipn stings, The mosquito delights you with his buzzing wings. The sandburs prevail and so do the ants And those who sit down need half soles on their pants. The Devil then said that throughout the land He'd arrange to keep up the Devil's own brand, And all shoudl be Mavericks unless they bore, Marks or scratches of bits and thorns by the score. The heat in the summper is one hundred and ten. Too hot for the Devil and too hot for men; The wild Boar roams through the black chaparral; 'Tis a hell of a place that he has for a hell.		Title: He Needed Another Quarter Post Card (Undivided Back) unused Description: Oh, Father O'Grady, I've come to confess! Yes, child, yes. I stole a pig behind the fence. Yes child, yes. Will you forgive me for 25 cents? No, child, no. Will you forgive me for 50 cents? Yes, child, yes. High Money, High MASS, Low Money, Low Mass, No Money, No Mass. Why longer remain a silly ASS?

Title: Penn - Sylvania Linen unused Description: "Penn - Sylvania" (Fenn's Woods), A commonwealth of landscapes From meadow to timber - line. Keystone of the great Union, Since seventeen eighty - nine; Kissed by Atlantic breezes, From lands of the rising sun. Home of the "Quaker City", Where the Liberty Bell was rung, It seems the joy of Heaven Just flashes at sunset's glow over the Alleghenies And the rivers down below; From Lake Erie to the Delaware, O'er the Mason-Dixon Line, You get a glimpse of Heaven Each evening at sunset time. checkered with mighty highways, Through mountain, velley and glen. And beautified by rivers, Is this wonderland of Penn; Where states were welded to remain, At Valley Forge and Gettysburg, In the land of Anthony Wayne. William Penn, having been granted the tract of land by King Charles II, proposed the name "Sylvania". However, because of admiration for Penn's father, the King declared it shoud be Penn-sylvania. Route 87 in Sullivan County.		Title: Old Kaintuck Linen PM 1967 Description: It is remarkable what fraternal relation exists among Kentuckieans, especially where they meet in foreign States and away form home, and their loyalty to each other has been occasion for many kindly comments on the part of the outside world who marvel at the brotherhood that exists among Kentuckians wherever found. By Thomas H. Arnold, of Chicago. You're just from old Kaintucky? Well. I'll be gol durned say I'd rather live in that State The balance of my days Than be the Czar of Russia With his riches and his truck Say, I wouldn't take his kingdom For one corner of Old Kaintuck. I'd rather be a hopper, Jus lazin in the corn On an old Kaintucky hillside Than any king that's born. I'd rather watch the bluegrass Nod its dainty head and how Than see the slickes picture In old Italy. I Swow. It seems to me old natur When she cut Kaintucky out Came pretty near a-knowin The thing she was about. So she made another Eden With the sweetest flowers that grew And christened it Kaintucky With a jug of mountian dew. There ain't no other corner Of this hemisphere of ours Where old mother earth is kivered With such dainty, perfumed flowers, What the teeter - birds and thrushes Can Ejaculate such notes As they can in old Kaintucky From their little feathered throats. And the women jumpin jay birds in the good old bluegrass state: The Lord just made em perfect and then lost the fashion plate, I wouldn't be without em - and I'll state here by the by, You can plant me in Kaintucky when it comes my time to die.

Title: An Old Codger From Maine Linen unused Description: A Friendly Line For You Here's an old codger from Maine. Who says you should never restrain An impulse to send A card to a friend, No matter how small or how plain.		Title: Old Cape Cod House Cape Cod Massachusetts (MA), Linen unused Description: There sailed an ancient mariner, Bart Gosnold was he hight - The Cape was all a wilderness When Gosnold hove in sight. The hills were bold and fair to view, And covered o'er with trees. Said Gosnold: "Bring a fishing line, While lulls the evening breeze. "I'll christen that there sandy shore From the first fish I take - tautog or toad-fish, cusk or cod, Horse-mackerel or hake, Hard-head or haddock, sculpin, squid. Goose-fish, pipe-fish or cunner, No matter what, shall with its name Yon promontory honor." Old Neptune heard the promise made: Down dove the water-god, He drove the meaner fish away And hooked the mammoth cod. Quick Gosnold hauled, "Cape-Cape-Cape Cod!" "Cape Cod!" the crew cried louder, "Here, steward, take the fish away, And give the boys a chowder."

Title: My Montana Linen unused Description: Oh gorgeous state, you are a paradise! With mountains wild that lift up towards the sky Their airy peaks with beauties that suffice The soul of man and make his ideals high. I love your pine trees hugging mountain's cheek; Your waterfalls that lecture to the stones; Your hazy valleys, stretching out to greet The log-hewn huts-the rancher's novel homes. I love your various game; and eagle proud That soars around his lonely, racky nest, And as I stand a voice breaks sweet and loud; "Montana mine, queen of the Golden West."		Title: Down in Oklahoma Poem Linen unused Description: We're down here in old Okla., Where you never have the blues Where the bandits steal the jitneys And the Marshals steal the booze. Where the buildings horn the skyline Where the populace is boost Where they shoot men just for pastime Where the chickens never roost. Where the stickup men are wary And the bullets fall like hail; Where each pocket has a pistol And each pistol's good for jail; Where they always hang the jury Where they always hang the jury Where they never hand a man If you call a man a liar, you Get home the best you can. Where you get up in the morning In a world of snow and sleet And you come home in the evening Suffocating in the heat. Where the jitneys whiz about you And the street cars barely creep Where the burglars pick your pockets While you "lay me down to sleep" Where the bulldogs all have rabies And the rabitts they have fleas, Where the big girls lke the wee ones Were their dresses to the knees. Where you whist out in the morning Just to give your health a chance Say "Howdy" to some fellow who Shoots big holes in your pants. Where the wise owls are afraid to hoot And bird's don't dare to sing For it's hell down here in Okla. Where they all shoot on the wing.

Title: Memory Trail Poem Linen unused Description: There's a winding road O'er hill, through vale From someone's heart T is memory's trail. Its mounts and bends Are tender thoughts All fragrant with Forget - me - nots. O'er many miles With friendship true I send the memory Trail to you.		Title: Down in Virginia Poem Linen unused Description: The day dawns early and lasts so long. Down in Virginia. The fertile fields resound with happy song. Down in Virginia. Rich lands like these we long have sought. And mourned because we found them not. But now our dream is o'er all else forgot. In fertile Old Virginia. The crops are nowhere on earth so sure As in Virginia. The water from her gushing spring so pure Down in Virginia. The peanuts nowhere grow so sweet, And nowhere can early vegetables be beat. The summer and spring so closely meet, Down in Virginia. Nowhere on earth is woman's smile so sweet As in Virginia. So bright and fair, so hard to beat, so bright and fair, so hard to beat, As in virginia. The mountain breezes, give her cheeks a hue, Her natural ways add grace to hearts so true. And I often think as a bachelor I'll sue For a wife Down in Virginia. W. D. Me.

Title: Legend of the Peach of The Sunny South Linen unused Description: The priceless wealth of Southern hills, Romance, faith, hope and endless toil Unite to give their best through me; I am a product of the soil. The beauty of a maiden's cheeks, The sweetness of her rosy lips Are mine. Then should you wonder why My kind is borne by train and ships. To markets of a far-flung world? The rains of spring, the summer's sun All add their virtues to my charms, Both man and Nature say, "well done!" Hail, friend or stranger, welcome, South To mountains or to ocean beach! The best we have is yours-partake! Seek first the luscious Southern Peach!		Title: Out Where The West Begins Chrome unused Description: Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins. Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter; Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter: That's where the West begins. Out Where the skies are a trifle bluer, Out where friendship's a little truer, That's where the West begins. Out where a fresher breeze is blowing, Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing That's where the West begins. Out where the world is in the making, Where fewer hearts with despair are aching; That's where the West begins. Where there's more of singing and less of sighing, Where there's more of giving and less of buying, And a man makes friends without half trying, That's where the West begins.

Title: My Homeland Linen unused Description: State Flag, State Capitol, State Bird, Moccasin Bend and Chattanooga from Lookout Mountain, Loading Cotton of Mississippi River, Memphis, State Seal, Norris Dam, Music by Roy Lamont Smith, Words by Nell Grayston Taylor O Tennessee, that gave us birth, To thee our hearts bow down. For thee our love and loyalty Shall weave a fadeless crown, Thy purple hills our cradle was: Thy fields our mother breast. Beneath thy sunny bended skies. Our childhood days were blessed. Chorus: O Tennessee: Fair Tennessee: Our love for thee can never die: Dear Homeland, Tennessee, 'Twas long ago our fathers came, A free and noble bank, Across the mountains' trowning heights, To seek a promised land. And here before their raptured eyes; In beauteous majesty: Outspread the smiling valleys Of the winding Tennessee, Could we forget our heritage Of heroes strong and brave? Could we do aught but cherish it, Unsullied to the grave? Ah no! the State where Jackson sleeps, Shall ever peerless be We glory in thy majesty: Our homeland, Tennessee. Adopted 1925		Title: Legend of the Spanish Moss PM 1950 Description: Rough, old meanie that he was, From spain came don Gorez Goz. As he cast a wary eye about A pretty lass espied this lout, He bought her--this Indian maid--For a cake of soap, a yard of braid, The grieving beauty fled with cause For tarnished braid indeed it was, Gorez pursued both hard and fast Until she climbed a tree at last, As Gorez followed her he leered. How those branches caught his beard! The beard remains, but Gorez has gorie And still the tale goes on and one, What an ominous warning it should be, To see Spanish Moss hang from a tree, A cake of soap and a yard of braid May be enough to win some maid. Look, Though, swain, and make thou sure The braid is clean, untarnished--pure!

Title: Ye Tennesse Hills Poem unused Description: Ye Tennessee Hills Oh ye hills, ye Tennessee Hills With your slopes of terraced green And your halo of misty heavenly blue Which rises with crystal sheen. Oh ye hills, ye Tennessee Hills With your trees so proud and tall Your rocks so rugged and moss green Oh dear how I love you all. Oh ye hills, ye Tennessee Hills Your charms are rich and fair In nature's store of gorgeous things And all things sweet and fair. Oh ye hills, ye Tennessee Hills With your verdure of daintiest green And your halo of misty heavenly blue A grander sight ne'er seen		Title: Florida Poem White Border unused Description: F is for her flowers of wondrous beauty L is for her lakes, profuse and grand, O is for her oranges so luscious, R is for her rich and fertile land; I is for her islands that are legion, D is for her deep expansive bays, A is for her air that's mild and balmy, FLORIDA a yearly round of perfect days

Title: Suwannee River in Dixieland White Border unused Description: Way Down upon the Suwannee River, Far, far away. There's where my heart is turning ever, There's where the old folks stay. All up and down the whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still hoping for the old plantation, And for the old folks at home		Title: J.P. McEvoy Poem Real Photo PM 1941 May-31

Title: "Laurel" Range Stove Post Card (Undivided Back) PM 1909 Mar-10 Description: Take my advice before you wed This pretty girl, my lad, Destroy what's left of that old stove - The one your father had. Put in a Laurel Range, my boy; I promise that it will Save fuel, and that's important, when you come to pay the bill. - C. Samarius Brown		Title: Maya Angelou, Wichita, Kansas, 1975 Continental Chrome unused Description: Photogrwqaphy by Jill Krementz

Title: "Crossing" the Bar by Alfred Tennyson Divided Back unused		Title: Concord Hymn - By Ralph Waldo Emerson Chrome unused

Title: "Song of the Rye" - Temperance Ink Drawing unused Description: J. O. Hulbert "I was made to be eaten, And not to be drank; To be threshed in a barn, Not soaked in a tank. I come as a blessing When put through a mill; As a blight and a curse When run through a still."		Title: Temperance Card with Boy Fishing, Man As Bait, Saloon as Crocodile unused Description: "He expects to catch enough revenue to lighten his taxes, but he doesn't catch enough to pay for the bait he uses."

Title: Friedrich Nietzsche Portrait unused Description: Series 49105		Title: Anchor Your Hope and Don't Let it Slip Use it Well, so it Won't Grow Rusty Divided Back PM 1912 May-20 Description: Series 2061 Hope will ride over many a storm And bring into port your barque, so trusty

Title: Poem about Virginia Divided Back Description: The roses nowhere bloom so white as in Virginia; The sunshine nowhere shines so bright as in Virginia; The birds sing nowhere quite so sweet And nowhere hearts so lightly beat, For heaven and earth both seem to meet Down in Virginia. The days are never quite so long as in Virginia; Nor quite as filled with happy song, as in Virginia; And when my time as come to die, Just take me back and let me lie, Close where the James goes rolling by, Down in Virginia. There is nowhere a land so far as in Virginia; So full of song, so free of care, as in Virginia; And I believe that Happy Land The Lord's prepared for mortal man Is built exactly on the plan of old Virginia		Title: Prayer of the Woods Michigan (MI), Chrome unused Description: This plaque has been placed at several State Parks throughout Michigan, by the Department of Natural Resources

Title: Smile Awhile Poem Divided Back unused Description: Smile Awhile, And while you smile, Another smiles, And soon there's miles and miles, Of smiles, And life's worth while, Because you smile		Title: Daniel Webster and the Old Man of the Mountains White Border unused Description: Men hang out their sings indicative of their respective trades. Shoemakers hang out a gigantic shoe; jewelers, a monster watch; even the dentist hangs out a gold tooth; but up in the Franconia Mountains God Almighty has hung out a sign to show that in New England He makes men." Daniel Webster

Title: Cape Cod Calls Cape Cod Massachusetts (MA), Linen unused Description: "We face four seas," our slogan runs, Four seas of azure blue, And o'er them forth to foreign climes Have sailed good men and true. Our marshes lie in velvet browns Soft shades of russet tan, And o'er them wheel the white winged gulls A lone crow in the van. Our beaches white with high piled dunes, Where the Dusty Miller clings, Are foils for the gay clad bather folk Each recurrent season brings. We're just a summer playground now, Our Glories in the past "Cape Cod Calls" in joyous tones Long may her prestige last. --Mabel E. Phinney E.D. West Co		Title: Maple leaves with poem Divided Back unused Description: Phil Wight Words are like leaves And where they most abound Much fruit of sense Beneath is rarely found

Title: Lover's Lane, Saint Jo Divided Back unused Description: Eugene Field Lover's Lane, Saint Jo Series 6 No. 6 Eugene Field. And the Girl should do the driving for a fellow can't. You know unless He's neglectful of what's respectufl in lover's Lane, Saint Jo		Title: Shakespeare quote Divided Back unused Description: And this our life exempt from public haunts Finds tongues in trees Books in the running brooks Sermons in stone and good in everything William Shakespeare

Title: Three Men Playing Poker Linen unused Description: Three men were playing poker In the Western cattle land, A cowboy, and an indian and a pigtail Chinaman. The Chink, he held three aces, the cowboy held a gun, and the Indian held an inquest at the setting of the sun		Title: Utah Linen unused Description: Utah I'm glad to be here where the mountains rise Dazzling white 'neath the clear blue skys From crimson dawn 'til the dear day dies Way out west in Utah. Where the mountain air is pure and sweet, Where fresh, cool water flows down the street And the climate! Friend, it can't be beat; Delightful, magnificent Utah. God made Utah and He made it grand, The beauty spot of His glorious land, Where plenty supplies with a generous hand All of our needs and wants in Utah. Mighty mountains, sylvian vales, Picturesque canyons and rugged trails, Joy's your companion, health never fails, Happiness dwells in Utah. Minnie J. Hardy

Title: The Lone Star State Linen PM 1942 Dec-24 Description: The Lone Star State That's Texas Where the wild bluebonnets grow - That's Texas. Where the breezes softly blow - That's Texas. Where the sun shines warm and bright Over field and mountain height. Where the cotton fields are white - That's Texas. Where you hear the Bob White call - That's Texas. Where there's room enough for all - That's Texas. Where the skies are deepest blue, Where the heart beats warm and true, Where we always welcome you - That's Texas. Where there's time for work and play - That's Texas. Where we always find a way - That's Texas. Where we move on steady feet, Where despair is obsolete, Where we never own defeat - That's Texas! Whitney Montgomery Curteich		Title: Old Kaintuck Kentucky (KY), White Border unused Description: It is remarkable what fraternal relation exists among Kentuckians, especially where they meet in foreign States and away from home: and their loyalty to each other has been occasion for many kindly comments on the part of the outside world, who marvel at the brotherhood that exists among Kentuckians, wherever found

Title: Sheridan's Ride No. 4 Divided Back PM 1911 Nov-16 Description: The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls, Impatient to be where the battle-field calls; Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play, With Sheridan only ten miles away		Title: The Old North State Forever North Carolina (NC), Divided Back PM 1911 Jun-26 Description: NC Here's to the Land of the Long-leaf pine, The summer land, where the sun doth shine; Where the weak grow strong, and the strong grow great-- Here's to Down Home the Old North State! (authorized by Act of the Legislature in 1885)

Title: John Greenleaf Whittier Divided Back PM 1911 Dec-20 Description: The heart must ring thy Christmas bells, Thy inward altars raise, It's faith and hope, thy canticies, And it's obedience, praise. Whittier. Christmas Greetings		Title: Rose and Shakespeare Divided Back unused Description: Series 5335, 5338 One touch of nature makes the whole world Kin.

Title: Lifes Garden Real Photo unused Description: Life is a garden through which we pass,some have the roses,& some the weeds; Each have a heritage left to them,beautiful flowers,or worthless seeds. But canker will spoil the fairest of blooms,needs will oer'run if neglected,when found; No one can choose what his plot shall be,But each can make the best of his ground. We canot all have the blossoms rare,The Branching trees nor the fruit divine,But the rain and sun are equal to all,And beauty can live in your heart & mine. The master will know what our share has been the Evils conquered,the triumphs won; And the prize shall be given for all someday,Not what we've had,but for what we've done."		Title: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - A Joyful Christmas Divided Back PM 1911 Dec-19 Description: I heard the bells on Christmas day, Their old Familiar carols play, And, wild and sweet, The words repeat, Of peace on earth, good will to men. Longfellow.

Title: James Russell Lowell Divided Back PM 1911 Dec-00 Description: And they who do their souls no wrong, But keep at eve the faith of morn, Shall daily hear the angel song, "To-day the Prince of peace is born." Lowell.		Title: Ralph Waldo Emerson - Christmas Greetings Divided Back PM 1912 Dec-28 Description: Welhave a great deal more kindness than is ever spoken barring all the selfishness that chills like east winds the world the whole human Family is bathed with an element of love like a fine ether. Emerson

Title: Robert Burns - Birthday Greetings Divided Back PM 1911 Jan-20 Description: Nae treasures nor pleasures could make us happy long The heart ay's the part ay that makes us right or wrong - Burns		Title: William Cullen Bryant Divided Back unused Description: Oer half the earth, n every temple, crowds shall kneel again To celebrate His birth, who brought the message of good will to men Bryant.

Title: Hollyhock Dolls Divided Back unused Description: Series 727 O don't you remember the hollyhock dolls We made when our birthdays were few? As memories grow With the years fleeting fast So my love grows each birthday for you		Title: Thomas Paine Divided Back PM 1912 Jan-30 Description: Series 775 Man is my brother Woman is my sister The World is my country to do good is my religion Thomas Paine

Title: Wordsworth's Creed Real Photo unused Description: "We come from god who is our Home" The religion of gratitude cannot mislead, of that I am sure. Gratitude, is the handmaid to Hope and Hope the Harbinger of faith. I look abroad upon Nature, I think of the best part of our species, I lean upon my Friends and I meditate upon the Gospel of St. John, and my creed rises up of itself, with the case of an exhalation, yet a fabric of adamant - Our beings heart and home is with Infinitude, and all which we behold is full of Blessing. I bent before God's gracious throne and asked for Peace on suppliant knee and Peace was given, nor Peace alone but faith sublimed to Eestasy. A mind, that, in a calm angelic mood of happy wisdom, meditating good Beholds, of all from her high pon'er required, much done, and much designed and more desired Harmonious thoughts, a soul by Truth refined, at one with Nature - Love for all mankind. "In the light of Truth thy bondman let me live."		Title: Nevada Nevada (NV), Real Photo unused Description: Nevada, my Nevada, A desert and a sky, a thousand miles of sagebrush to greet the weary eye. A thousand miles of sagebrush Upon a filed of gold, A thousand miles of silence; a charm that's never old! Nevada my Nevada, An endless inland sea Of all it and sagebrush And winds forever free, Out of thy desert vastness, Out of thy deathly dust, There comes a lure that grips the heart and kills the wanderlust. A lure of length'ning shadows Of sunsets in the West Of winds forever sighing, that soothe the soul to rest.

Title: God's Garden Florida (FL), Linen unused Description: With the kiss of the sun for pardon, and the song of the birds from mirth One is nearer god's heart in a garden than Anywhere else on earth.		Title: Happy Halloween Poem Linen unused Description: Guess Halloween is not so bad Cause most folks seem mighty glad And all fix up in this or that, With funny face and funny hat. Some look like ghosts, some like dogs Some like witches some like frogs, And Mickey Mouse is on the scene Or Snow White and the lovely Queen, Then Ferdinand will prance about While every one will dance and shout. Pop-eye the sailor will be on hand, With Olive Oyle at his command, All year long we wouldn't dare, To make our neighbors stop and stare. But this one night is a night of fun And the only night it can be done. So get your face and funny hat And some of this and some of that, And be a clown just for tonite, For after all it is quite right To have your fun and have it clean For this is Happy Halloween.

Title: Friendship Divided Back PM Feb-18 Description: "Go thou thy way and I go mine Apart yet not a far. The rays from friendship lights shine bright and distance cannot mar.		Title: Hardly a day goes by Divided Back PM 1912 Mar-14 Description: There's hardly a day goes by dear friend But some vision of old days appear. E'en time in her flight can ne'er bedim, Those sweet visions of memories dear.

Title: The Past with its clouds Divided Back PM 1913 Description: The past with its clouds and its sunshine Leaves memories fond its true, But why should I cling. Just to memories. When all of my Futures with You.		Title: Seattle Seattle Washington (WA), Post Card (Undivided Back) unused Description: They say this town is dead Here in Seattle, At nine o'clock they go to bed Here in Seattle; That there is no place to dine, Or to have a quiet time, And they don't drink beer or wine Here in Seattle. But, my boy, I've done the line Here in Seattle, But your life that I got mine Here in Seattle, All the girls were mighty fine, And when it comes to drinking wine That is where the dear ones shine Here in Seattle. All the ladies are immense Here in Seattle; And there's none will take offense Here in Seattle; And there's none will take offense Here in Seattle. But on chicks they like to dine, then get bleary-eyed on wine, Talk about a bully time, Here in Seattle, And the girls are most discreet Here in Seattle; But they dress so very neat, show their cunning little feet, After dark with you they'll meet Here in Seattle. In an auto then you go Here in Seattle' For there's nothing very slow Here in Seattle, On the Boulevard then you dine, Something doing all the time, Life is just one merry rhyme Here in Seattle; And the married ladies, too, Here in Seattle. To their husbands all are true Here in Seattle. With no other men they'll dine, they would scorn to smell of wine, You'll never find them on the line. Here in Seattle, But on Sundays then you know Here in Seattle, Off to church they all must go Here in Seattle, For they've got to make a show, They must walk and talk just so, Never naughty, O! No! No! Here in Seattle, But when the lights are burning red Here in Seattle, When you think they're all in bed Here in Seattle/ All the sights I'd hate to tell, But you'll find they do quite well, For a dead town it beats Hell Here in Seattle.

Title: He's A Crackerjack Divided Back unused Description: "He's a crackerjack, the man behind the gun." By Bob Breeze. We steamed from Newport News On our record-breaking cruise; Old Uncle Robley leading, in the Conn. Teddy R. was heard to say, In his blunt and strenuous way: "He's a Crackerjack, the man behind the gun!" Chorus - - He's always, day or night, Fit for frolic or for fight, He's a Crackerjack, the man behind the gun. In jolly Buenos Ayres, The damsels (say! they're fairies!) Came, with their old Duennas, to the fun; And they said, with fan and eye, As we gaily waved good bye, "He's a Crackerjack, the man behind the gun!" At Magdalena Bay We shot the hours away And knocked the record higher than a kite; Twenty-five straight shorts were hits; Oh, you bet your last two-bits, We got there "Fit for frolic or for fight. In 'Frisco, men of wealth Say: "Jack, here's to you health!" Not even a marine can spend his "Mon." While the Native Daughters, all, Slender, buxom, short or tall, Smile sweetly on the man behind the gun.		Title: Cottage By A Sea Divided Back PM 1983 Description: Childhood's days now pass before me, Forms and scenes of long ago; Like a dream they hover o'er me, Calm and bright as evening's glow; Days that knew no shade or sorrow, When my heart, pure and free, Joyful hailed each coming morrow, In the cottage by the sea. Chorus - In the cottage by the sea; In the cottage by the sea; Joyful hailed each coming morrow, In the cottage by the sea, Fancy sees the rose-trees twining, 'Round the old and rustic door; And, below, the white beach shining, Where I gathered shells of your - Hears my mother's gentle warning, As she took me on her knee; And I feel again life's morning, In the cottage by the sea. - Chorus. What, though years have rolled above me, Though mid fairer scenes I roam, Yet I ne'er shall cease to love thee, Childhood's dear and happy home! An, when life's long day is closing, Oh! how pleasant would it be, On some faithful breast reposing, In the cottage by the sea. - Chorus.

Title: Indian Lament Linen unused Description: Wife he die, I so sad. My O' hoss Done gone bad. Buy ol' Ford No good too - ride and push No can do. White man banker No can trust, Take it monies - Bank go bust. Republican, Stock-market hogs, Run it county To the dogs. Democrat, He big money man, Big money man Republican. No more money man By damn - I done vote For Uncle Sam. Old Hosteen Yazzie - Age 110 yrs. Old Hosteen Yazzie was one of the last Navajo Indians to surrender to the Army Scout, Kit Carson, and the U. S. Soldiers. He has been a familiar figure throughout the Southwest. His "Lament" gives an idea how difficult it is for him to understand "White Man's Ways". He is past 110 years of age.		Title: A Joyful Christmas Longfellow Divided Back PM 1910 Description: I heard the bells on Christmas day, Their old Familiar carols play, And, wild and sweet, The words repeat, Of peace on earth, good will to men.

Title: Christmas Greetings Alfred Tennyson Divided Back unused Description: A gain at Christmas did we weave the holly round the Christmas heart The silent snow possess'd the earth And calmly fell our Christmas eve		Title: In Kentucky Divided Back PM 1909 Description: The moonlight falls the softest In Kentucky: The summer days come of test In Kentucky: Friendship is the strongest, Love's light glows the longest; Yet, wrong is always wrongest In Kentucky: Life's burdens bear the lightest In Kentucky: The home fires burn the brightest In Kentucky: While platers are the keenest, Cards come out the meanest, The pocket impties cleanest In Kentucky: The sun shines ever brightest In Kentucky: The breezes whisper lightest In Kentucky: Plain girls are the fewest, Maidens eyes the bluest, Their little hearts are truest In Kentucky: Orators are the grandest In Kentucky: Officials are the blandest In Kentucky: Boys are all the fliest, Danger ever nightet, Taxes are the highest In Kentucky: The bluegrass waves the bluest In Kentucky: Yet, bluebloods are the fewest (?) In Kentucky: Moonshine is the clearest, By no means the dearest, And yet, it acts the queerest In Kentucky: The dove-notes are teh sadest In Kentucky: The streams dance on the gladdest In Kentucky: Hip pockets are the thickest, Pistol hands the slickest, The cylinder turns quickest In Kentucky, The song birds are the sweetest In Kentucky: The thoroughbreds are fleetest In Kentucky: Mountains tower proudest, Thounder pelas the loudest, The landscape is the grandest And politics - the damnedest In Kentucky.

Title: Girl from the West Divided Back unused Description: There was a young lass from the west Who always seemed at her best, When she went out for fun with her rope and her gun, She certainly was quite self possessed.		Title: As The Sun Goes Down Divided Back unused Description: As the bright sun sinks slowly to his rest, May Peace in your heart be the happy guest.

Title: Cowboys Prayer Linen unused Description: O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, And looked upon your work and called it good. Just let me live my life as I've begun! And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a partner of the wind and sun, And I won't ask a life that's soft and high. Make me as big and open as the plains; As honest as the horse between my knees; Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains; Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze. Just keep an eye on all that's done and said; Just right me sometime when I turn aside; And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead - That stretches upward towards the Great Divide.		Title: The Test Of The Heart Divided Back PM 1909 Description: Tis easy enough to be pleasant When life flows by like a song, But the one worth while Is the one who will smile When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble and that always comes with years, And the smile that is worth All the praises of earth Is the smile that shines through tears.

Title: Out Where The West Begins Linen unused Description: Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins. Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That's where the West begins. Out where the skies are a trifle bluer, Out where friendship's a little truer, That's where the West begins. Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing, Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing - That's where the West begins. Out where the world is in the making, Where fewer hearts with despair are aching - That's where the west begins. Where there's more of singing and less of sighing, Where there's more of giving and less of buying, And a man make friends without half trying, That's where the West begins.		Title: Cowboys Prayer Linen unused Description: O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved certain better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, and looked upon your work and called it good. Just let me live my life as I've begun! And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a partner of the wind and sun, an I won't ask a life that's soft and high. Make me as big and open as the plains; As honest as the horse between my keens; Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains; Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze. Just keep an eye on all that's done and said; Just right me sometime when I turn aside; And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead - That stretches upward towards the Great Divide. The poem "Cowboy's Prayer" was written on the range in 1906 by Badger Clark, Custer, So. Dak., author of the well known books of verse "Sun and Saddle Leather" and "Sky Lines and Wood Smoke."

Title: Cowboys Prayer Linen unused Description: O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved certain better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, and looked upon your work and called it good. Just let me live my life as I've begun! And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a partner of the wind and sun, an I won't ask a life that's soft and high. Make me as big and open as the plains; As honest as the horse between my keens; Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains; Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze. Just keep an eye on all that's done and said; Just right me sometime when I turn aside; And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead - That stretches upward towards the Great Divide.		Title: The Sailor's Prayer Linen unused Description: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep grant no other sailor take My shoes and socks before I wake. Lord guard me in my slumber And keep y hammock on its number. May no clews nor lashings break and let me down before I wake. Keep me safely in thy sight And grant no fire drill tonight. And in the morninglet me wake, reathing scents of sirloin steak. God protect me in my dreams And make this better than it seems. Grant the time may swiftly fly When myself shall rest on high. In a snowy feathr bed, Where I long to rest my head, Far away from all these scenes From the smell of half-done beans. Take me back into the land Where they don't scrub down with sadn, Where no Demon Typhoon blows, Where the women wash the clothes. God thou knowest all my woes, Feed me in my dying throes. Take me back, I'll promise then Never to leave home again. Four Years Later Our Father who are in Washington (Heaven) Plese, dear Father, let me stay, Do not drive me now away. Wipe away my scalding tears And let me stay my thirty years. Please forgive me all my past And things that happened at the most, Do not my request refuse, Let me stay another cruise.

Title: Legend Of The Dogwood Linen unused Description: An old and beautiful legend has it that, at the time of the Crucifixion, the dogwood was comparable in size to the oak tree and other monarchs of the forest. Because of its firmness and strength it was selected as the timber for the cross, but to be put to such a cruel use greatly distressed and tree. Sensing this, the Crucified Jesus in his gentle pity for the sorrow and suffering of all said to it. "Because of your sorrow and pity for My suffering never again will the dogwood tree grow large enough to be used as a gibbet. Henceforth it will be slender, bent and twisted and its blossoms will be in the form of a cross - two long and two short petals. In he center of the outer edge of each petal there will be nail prints - brown with rust and stained with red - and in the center of the flower will be a crown of thorns, and all who see this will remember."		Title: To The Wayfarer Linen unused Description: A Friend of Man the Tree Speaks. Ye who would pass by and raise your hand against me, harken lest you harm me. I am the friendly shade screening you from the summer sun as you journey on. I am the beam that holds your house, the board of your table, the bed on which you lie, and the timber that builds your boat. I am the handle of your hoe, the door of your homestead. the wood of you cradle and the shell of your coffin. I am the gift of God and friend of man. Listen to my prayer, Harm Me Not.

Title: Old Cape Cod Linen unused Description: The Land of Heart's Desire. Did you ever go down on Old Cape Cod. That place that speaks of peace and God. Where the trees, and flowers and even grass. Nod you a welcome as you pass, Wheree you hear the waves apounding the shore, When the wind's nor' east and the storm clouds lower; Where you breathe in the smell of the old salt grass. As on the highway of God's country you pass. No place in the world shines the sum so bright. Or the moom when it's full on a sumer's night. And the people "God bless them," that true do they ring They make you as welcome as the flowers in Spring. A hand clasp that thrills way down toes. Is the greeting one gets wherever he goes. Just to think of that placeis to me. With its wonderful flowers and sky and sea. Like sweetest nectar, fit for a god. That I drink to the health of Old Cape Cod. Cape Cod is unique, Nowhere in the world can be found fifteen towns comprising one hundred and forth-three home-like villages with such qualifications. It faces four salt seas; has five hundred and eighty-six miles of shore line, three hundred and sixy miles of beaches, encloses two hundred and seventy beautiful natural lakes and ponds, and has fourteen hundred and fifteen miles of macadam roads. There are many places of historic interest on Cape Cod.		Title: The Cowboy Linen unused Description: The bowl of a steer to a cowboy's ear Is music of sweetest strain, And the yelping notes of the gray coyotes To him are a glad refrain; The rapid beat of his bronc's feet on the sod as he speeds along Keeps livening time to the ringing rhyme Of his rollicking cowboy song. His eyes are bright and his heart is light As the smoke of his cigarette; There's never a care for his soul to bear, No troubles to make him fret; For a kingly crown in the noisy town His saddle he wouldn't change No life so free as the life we see, Way out on the cattle range. James Barton Adams in "The Trail".

Title: Florida Is The State For Fun Linen unused Description: Towering palms and tropical places; Sun browned figures and sun-tanned faces; Broad sand beaches where breakers roll. Bowling greens where bowlers bowl; Shuffle board courts where all can play; Where every day's a happy day; Men and pelicans both ca fish And catch themselves a tasty dish; Oranges and lemons and grapefruit grow; Balmy brides breathe and blow; Bathing beauties line them shore; How could anyone ask for more Florida is the state for fun. The permonent home of the wondrous sun		Title: The Rare State Of Florida Linen unused Description: Oh, Florida is a wondrous state: The sun ne'er sets till very late and Everyone gets nice and brown. Bananas all grow upside down, While Coconuts wave in the breeze And sausages grow right on trees. Florida is an amazing place; You'll meet a pelican face to face, you'll greet a monkey and a gator, Also egrets; and sooner or later You'll see flamingoes nice and pink though you've not had a drop to drink. Oh, Florida is a state so rare, It's worth your while to travel there.

Title: Superstition's Mystery Gold Linen unused Description: Danger rode with the Spaniard Don Miguel Peralta when he first worked a fabulously rich gold mine in superstition Mountain, almost 100 years ago. Death overtook him when appache Indians massacred his entire cavalcade. Then the mine lay idle for 30 years until Jacob Walz the Dutchman found it, and murdered eight men to keep it exclusively his. He took out fortunes in gleaming nuggets, died suddenly without telling anybody its location. thus for half a century the Lost Dutchman Mine has been a strange mystery lure in awesome, ominous old Superstition Mountain. Indians say the curse of the thunder Gods threatens white men who came searching. In truth, many a paleface has met death there, unexplained. Men go into the rugged canyons and just disappear. Months later, ther skeletons may be found. One such was Adlof ruth, lone prospector who thought he had an accurate map. He disappeared, and six months later his (over) Superstition's mystery gold (Concludeed) skull was found (see photo) with a bullet hole in the temple. Who killed him? Nobody knows. The Lost Dutchman Mine today is as great a fascination as ever. Beware, lest you too succumbe to the lure of hidden treasure, in arizona's mysterious old Superstition Mountain.		Title: Cowboys Prayer Linen unused Description: O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, and looked upon your work and called it good. Just let me live my life as I've begun! And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a partner of the wind and sun, an I won't ask a life that's soft and high. Make me as big and open as the plains; As honest as the horse between my keens; Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains; Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze. Just keep an eye on all that's done and said; Just right me sometime when I turn aside; And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead - That stretches upward towards the Great Divide.

Title: The Prospector's Last Camp Linen unused Description: The Yuccas are waxen, fair and frail today on the Great Divide; so I'll take the pleasant, easy trail to a camp on the Other side. There, I'll meet my friends of long ago, Stray-Dog smith and Pharo Nell Young dock Bulett, I loved him so, Pat Casey from Stove-pipe Well. Timberline bob of bullfrog flat, the boys from Bonanza Hill, A sky-pilot, known as Parson Platt, and my pard, Four-Cylinder Bill. His Honor, Judge Mitchell, who struck it rich. Packed nuggets around in his purse. The Death Valley twins, you couldn't tell which And lovely Jennie the nurse. Tonight while the beautiful flowers are sweet On the hills by the moon-white road, I'll leave my cabin, all snug and neat and tramp to my new abode; There at the Paradise Placer mine dear friends will welcome me. We'll wash the sands of the river-of-time and camp for Eternity.		Title: I Love To Walk By The Seashore Linen unused Description: I love to walk by the seashore, On the clean white sand so bare. I love to walk by the rippling waves for I find refuge there. I love to walk by the seashore When a white fog's in the air: when a pallid mist o' shadows the beach And no breeze is stirring there. I love to walk by the seashore And watch the waves in motion, I love the sea in all its moods For God made the mighty ocean.

Title: Cape Cod Calls Linen unused Description: "We face four seas," our slogan runs, four seas of azure blue, And o'er them forth to foreign climes Have sailed good men and true. Our marshes lie in velvet browns, Soft shades of russet tan, And o'er them wheel the white winged gulls A lone crow in the van. Our beaches white with high piled dunes, Where the Dusty Miller clings, Are foils for the gay clad bather folk each recurrent season brings. We're just a summer playground now, Our Glories in the past "Cape Cod Calls" in joyous tones Long may her prestige last.		Title: Cowboys Prayer Linen unused Description: O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, and looked upon your work and called it good. Just let me live my life as I've begun! And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a partner of the wind and sun, an I won't ask a life that's soft and high. Make me as big and open as the plains; As honest as the horse between my keens; Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains; Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze. Just keep an eye on all that's done and said; Just right me sometime when I turn aside; And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead - That stretches upward towards the Great Divide. This little verse expresses the inarticulate feelings of the outdoors-man toward life and nature better than any other words could.

Title: Out Where The West Begins Linen PM 1946 Description: Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins. Out where the sum is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That's where the West begins. Out where the skies are a trifle bluer, Out where friendship's a little truer, That's where the West begins. Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing, Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing - That's where the West begins. Out where the world is in the making, Where fewer hearts with despair are aching - That's where the West begins, Where there's more of singing and les of sighing, Where there's more of giving and less of buying. And a man makes friends without half trying that's where the West begins.		Title: Vulcan's Prophecy Linen unused Description: Justas my stature towers above the sons of earth so shall the district, from whose breast the ore and coal were torn and fused to give me birth, exceed all others in "Times March" for o'er and o'er, nature hath flung her treasures with a generous hand, and Birmingham sits throned. Both hemispheres can draw on her. The mineral wealth of every land is there allied to rule the world in future years. J. H. Adams.

Title: Hell In Texas Scenic Texas (TX), Linen PM 1950 Description: The Devil in Hell, we're told, was chained, And a thousand years he there remained. He neither complained nor did he groan, But determined to start a hell of his own. Where he could torment the souls of men, Without being chained in an underground pen. So he asked the Lord if he had on hand Anything left when He made this land. The Lord said, "Yes, I have plenty of land. But I left it down on the Rio Grande. The fact is, old boy, the stuff is real poor, But you're welcome to it and plenty more." So the Devil went down to look at the truck And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck, For after examining it carefully and well He concluded the place was too dry for a hell. So in order to get it off His hand, The Lord promised to water the land, For He had some water or rather some dregs. Rather cathartic and smelld like bad eggs. Hence the trade was closed and the deed was given And the Lord went back to His home in Heaven. The Devil said to himself, "I have all that is needed To make a good hell," and hence he succeeded. He began to put thorns all over the trees And mixed up the sand with millions of fleas. He scattered tarantulas along the roads; Put thorns on cactus and horns on toads. He lengthened the horns of the Texas steers. And put an addition to the rabbit's ears. He put a little devil in the broancho steed And poisoned the feet of the centipede. The rattlesnkae bites you, the scorpion stings, The mosquito delights you with his buzzing wings. Sand-burs cause you to jig and dance, And those who sit down will have ants in their pants. The Devil then said that throughout the land He'd arrange to keep up the Devil's own brand, The heat in the summer in one hundred and ten, Too hot for the Devil, too hot for the men. And all should be mavericks unless they bore. Marks and scatches, or bites by the score. Go see for yourself and you can tell "Tis a hell of a place he has for a hell.		Title: Texas A Paradise Scenic Texas (TX), Linen unused Description: By the Author of "Hell in Texas". The Lord said he wished to show To His erring children here below That He had plenty in His Store For those who knocked at Heaven's door, And hence would give to some bright land Samples of blessings from His right hand; And if you thin there's Cause to doubt it, Just listen to how God reasoned about it. These gifts I can't give to the States in the East The Weather's too damp for both man and beast, And the Northern States I consider together, I made a mistake when I put up their weather, for in blizzards and cyclones, tornadoes and cold, No one can enjoy good gifts, I am told. 'Tis too cold, hence westward I shall go to the land where the fig and the orange trees grow For here it is true is a beautiful land, But then here's the fogs, the dust and sand; And those who enjoy these gifts as they must Can't do it in the sand and the fogs and the dust, At last reaching Texas, a State of some size He decided to give her His capital prize: He opened wide his bountiful hand, He dispersed His blessing all over the land, And hence we enjoy as these blessings of ours Ten months in the year the most beautiful flowers; And nights most delightful, fanned by the breeze, That comes sweeping across her from over the seas; And Italy's skies with our own won't compare; Nor is her land more fertile nor ladies more fair And the grasses that grow on the range of ours Are kept beautifully green by these sweet summer showers, And as we know, to enjoy our wealth, We must first secure the blessing of health. Thence we declare to the sick in each clime That health you can have, if you come here in time And now to our friends in the East, North and West We want you to come here and with us be blest. For god never intended that we all alone should enjoy all these blessings that He has bestown.

Title: Cowboy's Prayer Linen unused Description: O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, And looked upon your work and called it good. Just let me live my life as I've begun! And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a partner of the wind and sun, And I won't ask a life that's soft and high. Make me as big and open as the plains; As honest as the horse between my knees; Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains; Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze. Just keep an eye on all that's done and said; Just right me sometime when I turn aside; And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead - That stretches upward towards the Great Divide. Author Unknown. This little verse expresses the inarticulate feelings of the outdoors-man toward life and nature better than nay other words could.		Title: Cat - Poem Linen unused Description: The liquid pools within her eyes Mankind has ever known; He's tried to conquer everything, And make proud puss his own. A cat reigns over all supreme, Her realm is without bound; But her purring by the fireside Is a welcome, homey sound. Every cat's an aristocrat From long, ancestral line; the pussy cats the Pharoahs had Were very much like mine!

Title: A Sailor's Prayer Divided Back unused Description: Now I lay me down to sleep, Pray the Lord my gear to keep; Grant no other Sailor 'all take Shoes or socks before I wake. Lord, please guard my slumber, Keep my hammock on its number; May no clews or lashings break And let me down before I wake. God, protect me in my dreams, Make this better than it seems, And in the morning let me wake Breathing scents of sirloin steak. Grant the time may go on skates Till I reach the dear old States And that snowy feather bed, There I long to lay my head, Far away from all these scenes And the smell of half baked beans. Take me back unto that land where they don't scrub down with sand; Where no demon typhoon blows, Where the women wash my clothes. God, Thou knowest all my troubles From scrubbing decks to pushing shovels; O, Lord, take me safely home And I promise the seas no more to roam. Amen!		Title: The Redwoods Linen unused Description: The Redwoods Author, Joseph B. Strauss builder of the Golden Gate Bridge. Here sown by the Creators. Hand, In serrried ranks, the redwoods stand; No other clime in honored so. No other lands their glory know. The greatest of earth's living forms, Tall conquerors that laugh at storms; Their challenge still unanswered rings, Through fifty centuries of kings. The nations that with them were young, Rich empires, with their splendor gone; But these proud monarchs still live on. So shall they live, when ends our day. When our crude citadels decay; For brief the years allotted man, But infinite perennials span. This is their temple, vaulted high, And here we pause with reverent eye, With silent tongue and awe-struck soul; For here we sense life's proper goal. To be like these, straight, true and fine, To make our world, like theirs, a shrine; Sink down, Oh, traveller, on your knees, God stands before you in these trees.

Title: Come To Florida Scenic Florida (FL), Linen PM 1938 Description: When the call of the sea, the longing for wide stretches of ocean beach which tempts the bather daily, andsummer skies over sparkling foam-crest waves urge you, when you think of the soft Southern moon over silvery seas and hotels along the ocean front like castles one sees in dreams, when the magic of the Gulf calls you; - Come To Florida. Imagine, motoring through avenues of palms, or on the Ocean front, picturesque oyster boats, excursion boats from which to see the marvels of the tropical scenery, boats with floors of glass through which one see the depths of silvery rivers, while fishes gleam in iridescent colors that seem to come from hidden lights, enchanting beauty beyond description; you must see it; Come To Florida. Just a little message at this glorious time so that i may tell you in this simple rhyme That I'm thinking of you, wishing you where here Sharing all the beauty of a winter here; Basking in the sunshine, breathing balmy an Orange a plenty, come and get your shared.		Title: Down In Texas Linen unused Description: We're down here in old Texas, Where you never have the blues, where the bandits steal the jitmeys and the Marshals steal the booze; where the buildings horn the skyline, where the populace is boost, where they shoot men just for pastime, where the chickens never roost, where the stickup men are wary and the bullets fall like hail; where each pocket has a pistol and each pistol's good for jail; where they always hang the jury, where they never hang a man. if you call a man a liar, you get home the best you can; where you get up in the morning in a world of snow and sleet and you come home in the evening Suffocating in the heat; where the jitneys whiz about you and the street cars barely creep; where the burglars pick your pockets while you "lay me down to sleep;" where the bulldogs all have rabies, and the rabbits they have fleas; where the big girls, like the wee ones, wear their dresses to their knees; where you whisk out in the morning just to give your health a chance; Say "Howdy" to some fellow who Shoots big holes in your pants; where wise owls are afraid to hoot and birds don't dare to sing, for it's hell down here in Texas, where they all shoot on the wing.

Title: The Atlantic Ocean - Good Luck Linen PM 1939 Description: Good Luck. Awake, alert, down to the shore, Now plods the fisherman once more; And launching craft upon the sea, Pursues with pride his industry.		Title: In Kentucky Linen PM 1944 Description: The moonlight falls the softest, In Kentucky. The summer days come oftest, In Kentucky. Friendship is the strongest, Love's light glows the longest, Yet, wrong is always wrongest, In Kentucky. Life's burdens bear the lightest, In Kentucky. The home fires burn in brightest, In Kentucky. While players are the keenest, Cards come out the meanest, The pocket empties cleanest, In Kentucky. The sun shines ever brgightest, In Kentucky. The breezes whisper lightest, In Kentucky. Plain girls are the fewest, Their little hearts are truest, Their little hearts are trusest, Maidens eyes the bluest, In Kentucky. Orators are the grandest, In Kentucky. Officials are the blandest, In Kentucky. Boys are all the fliest, Danger ever nighest, Taxes are the hightest, In Kentucky. The blue grass waves the bluest, In Kentucky. Yet, bluebloods are the fewest, In Kentucky. Moonshine is the clearest, By no means the dearest, And yet, it acts the queerest, In Kentucky. The dove notes are the saddest, In Kentucky. The streams dance on the gladdest In Kentucky. Hip pockets are the thickest, Pistol hands the slickest, The cylinder turns quickest, In Kentucky. 7. The song birds are the sweetest, In Kentucky. The thoroughbreds are fleetest, In Kentucky. Mountains tower produest,Thunder peals the loudest, The landscape is the grandest, And politics - the damndest, In Kentucky. And yet, it acts the queerest, In Kentucky.

Title: Mount Holly Cross Colorado Linen unused Description: Out Where the west begins. Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the simle dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins. Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter; Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter: That's where the West begins. Out where the skies are a trifle bluer, Out where friendship's a little truer, That's where the West truer, That's where the West begins. Out where a fresher breeze is blowing, Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing That's where the West begins. Out where the world is in the making, Where fewer hearts with despair are aching; That's where the West begins. Where there's more of singing and less of sighing, Where there's more of giving and less of buying, And a man makes friends without half trying, That's where the West begins. "Out Where the West Begins" is a poem famous around the world as defining the spirit of the west more effectively than anything yet written. It was written by Arthur chapman, then a reporter on a Denver newspaper on the occasion of 3 dispute as to the real boundary of the West. The poem and Mt. Holy Cross are two symbols of the marvelous west are familiar to all.		Title: No'th Ca'lina Poem Linen unused Description: As soon as you get to No'th Ca'lina The roads and the towns get newah, finah, The people walk with a brisker step And even your motor has more pep, The hookworm's banished, the country has A lot more energy, pep and jazz, The Livest Northerner couldn't design a Livelier State than No'th Ca'lina. The farms look fatter, the Hamlets ain't Quite ignorant of the sight of paint, They're building roads, and they're not content With sand and clay, but they use cement. And the schools look good, and the mills are busy And each inhabitant owns a Lizzie Or a big twin-six or smoething finah, As soon as you get to No'th Ca'lina. This State's not dreaming of days gone by, There's a modern glint in each mortal's eye, And the village belles and the village beaux Are as smartly dressed as the crowd which flows On Gotham's streets. You must give 'em credit, These folks are fully awake, you said it. You meet the "Boostah"; you lose the "Whinah," As soon as you get to No'th Ca'lina.

Title: Out Where The West Begins Arthur Chapman Poem Linen unused Description: Out Where The West Begins Out where the handclasp's a little stonger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins. Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter; Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter: That's where the West begins. Out where the skies are a trifle bluer, Out where friendship's a little uruer, That's where the West begins. Out where a fresher breeze is blowing, Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing That's where the West begins. Out where the world is in the making, Where fewer hearts with despair are aching; That's where the West begins. Where there's more of singing and less of sighing, Where there's more of giving and less of buying, And a man makes friends without half trying, That's where the West begins		Title: One of the Reasons Why Colorado is the Playground of America Linen unused Description: There's a place where the gold of heaven Just drips when sunsets glow. Where the picturesque pine and the coy columbine And the timberline mignonette grow. There's a region of wonderful whispers That drift through the nation-old trees There are purples and reds, in the shifting cloud-beds That change with each echoful breeze. There are valleys that yet are nameless And mountains that spike the sky And the regal blue spruce, that e're will produce A charm to seduce the eye. There are canyons that yawn as they grip you. There are sentinel rocks austere- There are operas unsung, there are pictures unhung And silences made to hear. Tis a storehouse of luring landscapes. Colorado-the home of the dawn. A rare land of fancy and true necromancy Where fairies in vacancy spawn. You have stilled us and thrilled us with wonder You have shown us the old earth in youth. From somewhere out yonder, you taught us to ponder On lessons of infinite truth. Clem Yore, the author of this poem, whose home is in Estes Park, is a well known writer whose name is often seen in the leading magazines. colorado is a land of perpetual enchantment for the lover of nature and the great out-of-doors. There is a greater variety of mountainous scenery within its borders than in any other state, and 46 of the 59 highest peaks in the U. S. are found in Colorado

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