The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-10-24
Mr.. Dana. of the New York sun.

By the late Eugene Field.
Thar showed up out n Denver in the
spring Nv 81.
A man who'd worked with Dana on the
Moo York Sun.
His name was Cantell Whoppers, nd he
wuZ a sight ter view
Ez he walked inter the ordce 'ud inquired
fer work to do.
Thar warn't no places vacant then-fer
be il understood.
That WIZ the time when talent f1ourished
at that altitood.
But thar the stranger fingered, teHin' Ray
mond nd the rest
Wv what perdgious wonders he could do
when at his best,
Til finally he stated quite by chance)
that he he'd done
A heap ov work with Dana on the Moo
York Sun.
Wall that wuz quite another thing we
owned that airy cuss
Who'd worked FIR Mr. Dana must be good
enough fer us!
And so we TUX the strangers word mn
nipped him while we could,
For if we didn't take him we knew John
Atkins would:
And Cooper, too. was mousin' round fer
enterprise nd brains,
Whenever them commodities blew in
across the plains.
At any rate, we nailed him, which made
OF cooper swear,
And Atkins tear out handfuls NV his CO.
pious curly hair;
But we set back and cackled, nd he'd
power NV fun,
With our man who'd worked with Dana
on the Moo York Sun.
1t made our eyes hang on our cheeks nd
lower jaws ter drop,
Ter hear that Teller tellin' how OIL Dana
run his shop;
1t seems that Dana wuz the biggest man
you ever saw
He lived on human bens nd preferred to
eat EN- rawl
If he he'd democratic drugs ter take, be-
fore he took 'em,
As good old allopathic laws prescribe he
aIlus shook EN-.
The man that could set down md write
Danny never grew,
And the sum of human knowledge wuzn't
half what Dana knew;
The consequence appeared TO be that near
ly every one
Concurred with Mr.. Dana of the Moo
York Sun.
This Teller Cantell Whoppers, never
brought an item in
He spent his time at PERKINS,, shakin' DO
ker dice FIR gin
Whatever the assignment, he wuz allus
sure to shirk
He wuz very long on likker and al1-dred
short on work.
If any other cuss had played the tricks he
dared ter play,
The daisies would be bloomin' over his
remains to-day;
But somehow, folks respected him and
stood him to the last.
Con sdprjr' HE cI1uarior >,
past.
So, when he bilked at poker, not a sucker
drew a gun.
on the man who'd worked with Dana an
the Moo York Sun.
wall, Dana came ter Denver in the fall
NV SO.
A very different party from the man v,a
thought ter sec
A nice md clean old gentleman, so digner-
fed nd calm,
You bet yer life he never did no human
bein' harm!
A certain hearty manner nd a fulness. nv
the vest
Betokened that his sperrits md his vic
tuals wuz the best;
His face was so benevolent. his smile So
sweet and kind
That they seemed to be the reflex NV an
honest, healthy mind;
And God had set upon his head a crown
Nv SILVER AalT
In promise NV the golden crown He nneon
eth him to wear.
So, NV us boys that met him out n Dem
Yer, there wuz none
| But fell in love with Dana NV the Mo-
York Sun
| But when he came to Denver in that fol,
NV 49,
His old friend Cantell 'Whoppers disap-
peared upon a SPREE
| The very thought NV seein' Dana worked
upon him so
! (They hadn't been together fer wear or
two you know
| That he borrowed oil the stuff he couId
and started on a bat
And, strange as it may SEEM we didn't see
him after that.
| So, when oil Dana hove in sight. we
couldn't understand
| Why he didn't seem to notice that his
crony wa MT on hand;
No casual allusion, not a question no.
not one,
For the man who'd, worked with Dana
on the Moo York Sunr'
We broke 1t gently to him, but he didn't
seem surprised,
Thar wuz no big burst Nv passion as we
fellers had surmised