Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1896-07-17
MICHIGAN vs.. WASHINGTON.

Far better than Washington.
To the north are her mines filled with
copper,
The richest that ever were found,
To the east is the salt, which hath SAVIOR,
Pure and plentiful it doth abound.
In the south is fine farming country,
Most fertile and varied its soil,
Fine peaches abound in the westward.
A reward for the laborer's toll.
Ger her beautiful hillsides and valleys
Rich promise of harvest we view,
For the corn and the meadows, and grain
fields,
Show forth the Lords love, ever new.
With fair cities the whole State is dotted,
And the hum of industry is heard,
The sound of the saw and the hammer
Make music, far better than words,
To encourage the heart of the laborer
And give promise of something to eat
For the wife and the children who
gather
And with him make the home most
complete.
She has forests of pine, tall and stately,
And oak, beech and maple abound,
From the latter is made lovely syrup,
And sugar the best can be found.
Encircled by beautiful lakelets,
OF the largest fresh water extant
Which bear ON their bosom the COM
merce
OF the busy and prosperous merchant.
The name of this prosperous country,
This State that's so fair and so free,
Is Michigan fair of the fairest,
The homeland OF you and of me.
To-day in her honor we gather,
Still her children, although far away.
Can we ever forget to do homage
To that country, until life's last day?
All! how would it do to compare it
To this country in which we are now,
Do you think it would stir up our anger,
Or raise the least bit of row?
People rave on this beautiful climate,
But speak not of fog, smoke and dust,
But when once you have walked through
these cities,
You conclude you've had climb 4,
enough.
The stencil of the mud-fats is so fearful,
To a person amused to the smell,
1t would seem that diphtheria and chol-
Would here everlastingly dwell.
With the aid of the starfish and mussel
A crop may be cleaned from the
ground,
Providing the cold frosts of springtime,
And the blasts from the Olympics GO
round.
Just think of the fog and the drizzle,
When we can hardly find out where
we're at.
Then remember the bright clear cold
weather,
And to Michigan take off your hat.
Do you remember the jingle of sleigh
bells
In the crispy cold frosty moonlight,
How they caused every nerve with en-
joyment
To thrill with the keenest delight?
How, wrapped in thick robes and warm
garments,
You sped on the glittering snow,
Which everywhere sparkled like dia.
monds,
All! wasn't it rapture ?-you know.
The snow in this northwestern country
Is something we don't wish to see.
The slop and the slush on the sidewalk
Is a terror to all-e'en to me.
In the East they can skate and can
snow ball,
And coast down the hillsides all day.
But here, in the evenings they gather
| And the sidewalks are brought into
play.
And down 60 dozen together,
With danger to life and to limb.
If pedestrians don't want their neck:
broken
They must just give the sidewalks t.
them.
Doyou remember the bright early spring
time,
When all nature did seem to rejoice?
The quick springing buds, and the bios
SONS,
And the sound of the bobolink'
voice?
Proclaimed winter had folded his gar
mentS
And sped to the north land away.
Each day as you glance DER the mead
ows,