Red Lodge picket. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1889-1907, 1892-05-14

with chronicled:
The meeting being called to orde
by Mac, Joe Bush was unanimous
ly elected chairman and Ben Ke.
secretary Of the meeting. Burnsey
was notified by the chairman
that the expense of the festivities
were to be charged to the absent
Duke, and that sight draft draw
on the Street Walking & Hustline
company of Denver, Of which oul
late worthy Duke is president and
treasurer, would liquid-ate the debt
The members then, at the call OF
the chairman, proceeded to express
the feelings they experienced on
reading the Dukes poem, a copy OF
which appeared in that newsy sheet:
called THE PICKET.
Age being given precedence, Bad
Land Sam, the classic and dark
featured orator Of the club, arose
and said: "Most worthy chairman,
alone in my cabin in the bad lands
from which place | derive my
name-in looking over a late copy
of THE PICKET, my gaze fell upon
those beautiful lines penned by
our late Duke, and they awakened
such a warmth of feeling in my
breast that the tears flowed cop
iously from my eyes and | wept as
[ have not wept since child. AS
I look around me [ see expressions
of doubt on the faces of some Of the
gentlemen present, but [ will say
to you now that Bad Land Sam has
a heart within his bosom that is as
warm to the memory Of friend as
it is inaccessible to the advances
Of a by pocrite. Let me say to you
in conclusion that the Dukes name
should go laundering down the
corridors of Time, side by side with
such names as LongfelloW, Tenny-
son and Moore"
Ben Kee-lIr. Sam belly good
fellow. Me no savey poem. Mr..
Sam he forget pay last washee.
McClanahan-The ideas express
ed were q little too deep for some,
and it is my honest opinion that
the spirit Of Longfe]low will forever
haunt him in his dreams. Now my
version would be-. But the
chairman here decided that Mac 8
time had expired, and what his
version would be was forever locked
in his breast.
Judge Fox-I think he knows
more about poker or faro than he
does about poetry.
O'Shea = Am very partial to
Moore and cannot appreciate any
thing that did not come from that
quarter. Am very glad it was but
a dream and not a reality.
Mac-The worst rot ever heard.
I think he must have been dead
drunk or beastly sober.
Jos. B. Lewis-Don't think the
Duke is in it. Let us have one
round on Musser.
Farrell-D6n't wish to express
an opinion. Have still some re-
gard left for the Duke. Hope he
don't write any more.
Burnsey-When I was ranching
on the Yellowstone and. He
was here interrupted by the club
singing "My Buck Billy Goat" -
the soprano voice of the champion
Of Moore being heard above all
others.
AS the club was about to adjourn
resolutions were passed regretting
the absence Of the Baron, as his
rendition Of II Love You" and "a,
B: G." were sadly missed. Also of
Charlie Bowlen, who was excused
for known causes, as we'll as Panty
and Batch, and after instructing
the secretary to forward copy of
the meeting to the Duke and the
absent members, the club adjourned.
And, Mr.. Editor, as your CORE
spondent wended his weary way
homeward, he ruminated on the
past and present pleasures Of his
Red Lodge life, and after having
taken a half hour to find the key
hole in the door, he decided that
after all, the days (or perhaps the
nights) Of the Red Lodge club We're
some of tie few hrioht snnts that