The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-01-01
WITH SANDY ON THE BEE.
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WITH SANDY ON THE BEE.
BY JACKSON.)
Another year has passed and gone; an
other one IS here,
While grieving for the old one, greet the
Although the fact remaineth that so far
The times amt what they used to
was" in days gone by, TO me;
When in the hours that buried lie. down
by THE Muddy's" side
I chased the risky item, wrote up the
Reported ali the scraps" in town; some
times took in a tea"
When 1 worked longside of Sandy; Old
Sandy, on the Bee.
OF all the towns that's situate down in
the middle west
The one that faces Council Bluffs is
deemed by me the best;
Its streets are wide, its sidewalks broad,
its people are hot stuff,
Its city councils, to be sure, have many
But that cuts no great figure, for go
where er you can,
You'll find that such conditions are the
matt lot OF man.
The place vas just as lively, as one would
When 1 worked down there with Sandy:
Old Sandy, on the Bee
Now you wonder who was Sandy?" He
was the man who did the sport;
Decided high i've problems, and all
that sort of work:
places where the touts
Dragged UP the poor short horses; where
the ms fought with the outs:
Wrote up the tennis contests and was
present at the ring
When Lindsay WallOped Dempsey; put
his left eve in a sling;
Kept the score of all the baseball, was
official referee
/ During races under Jack Prince; was Ola
Sandy, on the Bee
Jack Morrison and Charley White. and
Higgins were the sports,
/ Old Hornberger and johnny DarSt con-
Quoted the resorts;
They ran the joints where faro fiends, the
cases watched right hard,
! Where men won coin; where many lost in
"coppering' the wrong card.
! Ed. Rothery was man of dash, Ed
Miller was in line,
/ Pat FalIon bucked the Rothery push, >"
but went broke buying wine;
Oh. the town had bright clothes on it;
as bright as bright could be
I When 1 worked down there with Sandy;
Old Sandy, on the Bee.
Jack Woods and Whittemore sold stuff in
a richly furnished place
! On Fifteenth street, twas a swell joint,
no man could run his face
| Manyve tried it to their sorrow, but
then Wen let that pass,
4
Old Brucker IN the Antlers, and Clark in
the ( uii Dress
Supplied liquid refreshments, well, yes,
they did. 1 guess;
And every one had money, and with it
were ever free
When I worked down there with Sandy;
Old Sandy, on the Bee.
Perhaps you think that all was sin. per-
nit ne to relate.
Morality had lots of friends, as here 1 now
will state:
For Savage preached each Sunday his
sermons were as hot
AS well the listener think some
times he was hanging Ger the pot
Where sinners boil and sizzle; and
Harsha, too. spoke out
I OF the cline where linen busters fail to
keep the heat without;
And thsre were other pastors, just as
earnest IS was he,
When I worked down there with Sandy;
Old Sandy, on the Bee.
During week days people made coin.
and on Sunday, at the church,
Dropped dollars in the basket, to leave
Satan in the lurch:
They killed hogs and bought Bibles, got
new organs for the choir,
Hung sweet chimes in the cathedral
where Dean Gardeners voice rose
higher
As he urged the erring sinners to forsake
their wicked ways,
And join in with the ranSomed as they
sang their songs of praise.
Twas a pleasant sight to notice; twas as
good as gold to me
When 1 worked down there with Sandy;
Old Sandy, on the Bee
I've been back to the old town, but it's
not like it was then,
For Seavey's gone and left it, and Andy
Monihan:
Jack Galligan's in Forest Lawn; and
Whittemore has died.
Beneath Nebraska's greensward they
sleep there side by side.
The old crews mostly quit the place;
O'Brien's flew the track,
And Eatons in St. Louis, where he says
he's on the rack:
Few things are left to tell me of the glory
l could see
When ! worked down there with Sandy;
Old Sandy, on the Bee.
True. walking up old Farnam street one
sees an old-time face.
And Billy Brewers still behind the desk
in Brucker's place;
And Johnny Kern's slde-whiskerS are as
glossy as of yore.
When Fen and hung round the glass
which shields the entrance door,
Where Rosters and Frank Parmalee can
now and then be found,
Discussing birds that Frank lost by fall
ing out of ground"
All this reminds me of the time when I,
in unctuous glee,
Attended shoots with Sandy; Old
Sandy, on the Bee.
There's yet one thing reminds one of the
glory that has gone:
The battle 'twiXt Rosewater and Bert
Hitchcock is still on;
Signed articles. injunctions and double
loaded stuff
Fill up both daily papers; each handles
'tother rough.
One calls the other liar; 'tother says the
others spent
The fortune which father made in years
collecting rent;
Perusal of these little things brings back
memories to me
OF old times down there with Sandy;
Old Sandy, on the Bee.
Some day in the dim future, when old
Death shall toot his horn
10 summon me to that bright land where
troubles never born:
When 1 answer the subpoena which shall
call me home to rest;
To twang my harp forever in the man.
sions of the blest:
Ere quit this earth for that bright Cline
where the mists shall roll away
And pierce the darkness which now hides
the everlasting day;
The last spot on the earth l want my
dying eyes 10 see
/ Is where 7 worked with ola