Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-02-01

stick to his job till his thoughts
would come TO run to the jig-a-jig-jig
of the rails, we'd get some great thing
in American literature"
Mr.. Mahon's latest performance is
a poem on the yacht race, adapted to
the music of She Was Happy Till She
Met You. 1t runs as follows:
The other night when sound asleep l
dreampt upon my cot,
That Columbia was beaten by Sir
Thomas iipton's yacht.
1t was as plain as day to me, though
was fast asleep,
| thought saw the Shamrock fly like
lightning DER the deep;
Her gallant crew were busy, too, at
tending to her sail
AS she glided DER the waves with a
sweet and pleasant gale.
thought heard Sir Thomas say,
the Cup l shall redeem"
But when | woke, my heart near
broke to think it was a dream.
Refrain.
Now this is what j saw the night
that | was dreaming,
And when the alarm rang you ought
to hear me screaming.
! thought my heart would break, as
soon as | woke up.
couldn't see Columbia, the Shamrock
or the Cup.
Another of the poet-coaductor's pro-
auctions is song called THE Battle
of Santiago" while still another COM
memorates the Windsor Hotel fire,
his themes being generally suggested
by scenes and incidents along the line
of his route. The titles of some of his
other poems are My Sweetheart Kate
The Sights and Scenes Round Gay
New York, Is the Doctor In? There's
None so Dear as Mother, The Sea Di-
vides Us Now, The Cottage BY the Old
Woodford Bay, My Dear Whaler Boy,
All Around Columbia's Shore, Be-
meath the Apple Tree, Our Brave, I'm
daunted Firemen, Sing Me an Old
Irish Song, Recitation on the Column
bus Parade of 1892, We Don't Forget
Old ireland Yet, or the Boys of '9S,
fermentation on the Murder of limo
cent Mamie Cunningham and Recita-
ton on the New York street-clean-
ing Brigade.
Mr.. Mahon is described as we'll
built man of decidedly Irish type,
with pleasant gray eyes, dropping
mustache, an alert manner and a de-
liberate method of speech; very much
more the conductor than the poet in
his appearance and behavior He be-
lieves in the inspiration of the street
car, and says man can go over the
same course day after day and see
more subjects for poetic treatment
than he could write poetry about If
he lived to be a hundred" Although
Mr.. Mahon refused to discuss his lit
erary methods, Mrs. Mahon, in re-
Spouse to a reportorial question, said:
pat turns 'em out just as easy
He'll come home here after his days
work, when you'd think he'd be tired
out, and begin to walk up and down
the room. Then l know he's got took
with a poem. He'll stop and rub his
head and say L, why, sty, cry, lie, pie,
by and then he'll run over and put
something down on a bit of paper and
come back and say Hat, rat, bat, cat,
sat, and go back and put something
more down. First you know it'll be
poem. I've known that man." said
Mrs. Mahon, beaming with pride, ito
write as many as three poems in an
evening, and the next day the child
rem would be singing them on the
street."
What authors does he study
most?" asked the reporter, for the
literary environments of a success
full poet are always interesting.
STUDY" said Mrs. Mahon, "he
don't study any of EN-. His poems
come right out of his head. He don't
copy anybody else. When anything
turns up he comes home just full of
it and writes a poem about it. There's
his Dewey celebration poem on the
wall"
She took it down and read:
AS suns Vi our NAVY you VIII soon
hear them roar
For Admiral Dewey he is with us once
more,
With sailors so gallant and us Of
ficers, too,
He'll lead the procession of the Red,
White and Blue.
When passing the arches with their
banners so gay,
The Bridge DER the river and the
stands on Broadway
I'm sure he'll remember the red year
ninety-eight,
And that Sunday morning when the
Dons met their fate.
Refrain.
He gave no timely warning to the
Dons in their sleep,
But he bid them good morning with
his guns DER the deep;
He fought like a hero Tor the flag of
our Nation,
And proudly twill wave in his own
celebration
That one he wrote about the
Shamrock and the Columbia" con-
tinued Mrs. Mahon; "he sent it to Sir
Thomas Upton. and Sir Thomas wrote
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