St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-11-20
"DoC" YOUNG's POEM,
Which Is Commended to tn
Kniolfs of The Grin.

Which Is Commended to the
knights of the Grip.
Subjoined will be found dialogue
poem which was perpetrated III mo
ment OF abstraction by De Witt Ramsey
Young, the well-kuown hotel clerk of
this city. The rhythm and meter are
characterized by the limpidity and
graceful flow so we'll known to the
genial nature of doc" Young, while
the sentiment is sweet and touching.
The verses will be read with pleasure
by the knights OF the grip ali over the
United States. The lines are dedicated
to his old classmates and fellow work
erS, George WeTtZ, of the Nicollet
house, aud Louis Fay, of the Hotel
Ryan. They are as follows:
Well, well; hello. Jack, old boy,
It's years since last we met
just wait a moment, I'm off watch soon;
No, no. you can't go yet.
Front! get the gentleman check for his coat;
Jack shake; you're locking mighty well.
Yes. yes; l see, gray hairs will come,
Old time and blood will tell.
It's half past six; Fay should be here,
Hes usually right on time.
Perhaps his wife or his child is sick;
No, It's not his might TO shine"
He lives at home, Eleventh street north,
With his child and charming wife,
Its the only way to live! OF course,
That's the way TO enjoy ones life.
What? Not married Jack? Almost too late;
Yet the time may come, old boy,
When you'll meet the one that was born for
you,
For your happiness. comfort and joy.
Yes, yes! l wish that l d met my fate,
And it's something I'll always regret,
nd nal- ann saba a.
improve;
But were happy, though bachelors yet.
But wife, n home n kid, N all that;
God bless EN-, | wish they were mine:
Your dainty cooked supper, your slippers
ana pipe;
/ should say so, it's life all divine.
Ny mother, old boy? Well. I'm sorry to say
For year has been failing quite fast
And in a few weeks I'm going back homo,
To see her, l fear. for the last.
You remember her we'll? Why, God bless
her soul.
Was there ever better one lived.
i can see her gray hairs and her dear sweet
They're The best friends thai God ever
gives.
Your mother? Yes, remember the day that
Twas beautiful day in June:
remember the songs that they sang at the
house,
And the prayer that was said at the tomb.
All! there comes Louie. he's all out O breath,
Little late, hut everything goes;
Louie, shake hands with Jack, an old friend
of mine,
declare, if you amt froze your nose.
Well, Jack, before SUPPER what do you say,
Shall we step in and see the chemist inside:
No: en-! Glad to hear II, Just as we'll off,
Not drop since your old mother diedf
No! You must surely remain over night
And well talk over Gays that are past
When cerked in Gene Collins hotel down
home.
And I think you went out fore the
mast
Do you remember the day down by the creek?
You cut all our names on tree,
/ think twas Dot Dimple twas there with
you,
Let me see! who the deuce was with me?
Oh! Yes Yes know. What day twas to.
One of the finest God ever made,
The lunch that we had, that the girls had
prepared,
And the old vine swing in the shade.
All: she's dead you say, Jack?
Heaven took from the earth jewel to
place in its crown,
And when l 90 back to our old home again
I'll plant a rose on my old sweethearts
mound.
Well! You say you must go, good bye n good
Meet again? Sure, some lime we will;
What Il pleasure 'tWould be if we sometime
could meet
Back in old Cobleskill.
Nov. 16, 1893 Doc"