The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1901-08-23

day, prizes to be given for the two
best. Mankato carried away the
honors, the first prize being won by
Mrs. Clara Gish Ewing and the second
by Mrs. Matt Curran. Below is
the first prize poem:
Our Week of Pleasure.
Just around the bend, and over the hill
From the thriving little city of Watervllle,
Ii IA spot which for beauty can not DE sur
Its natural scenery is nowhere outclassed,
You may search the world over from daylight
But find no spot as beautiful as Tetonka Park.
By the side of the lake with its waters so blue,
(Which sometimes may take on an Emerald
Is this beautiful park with its carpet so green
Its tall oak and maple standing stately as a
queen. =, =,
In this beautiful park we've described SO well
Is the big Tepee" known as Tetonka Hotel,
With its spacious dining room where tbs hungry
may feed,
Beautiful halls, bedrooms rich, clean and airy,
Parlors dainty enough for the home of fairy,
Porches overlooking the lake and the park
Where the ."spoony" may spoon, and the
more hospitable couple may nowhere be seen
Than our genial landlord and his noble queen.
The guests OF the mouse are a Jolly crown
Always congenial and never too loud 90
In jest, poetry, oratory and song,
In the class of artists some do belong,
Noted people from all over the land
In the merriment At the Big Tepee' are taking
hand.
Every day brings new guests from far and from
near
And when the arrive they think how queer
That from window and door head should
From the bottom of the"Tepee" to the very top
And call out hurry, hurry; take look: take
look"
Then drop her head as if reading book.
And say to her chum as she handles her fan
Look, y look man, man!
A few moments more would ask your atten-
As some of the guests deserve personal mention.
am sorry to say, and you II be sorry to learn
That Ringing Brothers have engaged Mrs.
Curran.
They wanted clown. and now they've got her
She performs on land and also on water
A lady whose name will not now mention
Tried whole week to get his attention,
She says, Il shall faint, my heart it is wrung,.
Unmoyed he replied, mo, no" I'm too young"
There is Haven" but not of rest
For as a practical joker he stands the test.
Diamonds" genuine may here be found
Sometimes in the water, sometimes on the
ground.
AS "a cake walk artist Mrs. Barweser is Sit
With her partner Mooney" behind not bit
Mrs. Johnson, of Quincy, as Jerome Swenson
may pose
But she's a little too large for her husbands
clothes
For when he tried on his trousers, he said
"they don't fit,
An investigation proved that they were split,
When at Jeromes wife you take look
You see in her countenance Mrs. Eldon Cook.
Miss Straight, of Omaha, was never as jolly
Al Saturday morning at seven when 'she met
"McCulley'
noted musician is our friend Mrs. Straight
Her husband deals out tea and coffee while you
wait,
If IA oil hoo hun IN, q
Mrs. Refs, of Kansas City, will tell you the story
When Mooney arrived with his span of black
He wanted hostler, and found two Curriers'"
Mr.. Hyskell came not from the regions Internal
But he knows the devil" of the Burlington
Journal
Miss Grannis is lady of wonderful fame
She elocutes and crates and young mems hearts
are her game,
She is also an artist with rosin and string
But when ghosts appear, she is soon on the wing.
Mr.. Curran, who is a conductor of some re-
nOwn
Has Joined Ringlings circus to assist the clown,
Burlington Iowa is well represented
With her Parsons" and "Wardan" we are
contented,
They came in at one, twas an awfully dark
night
No one in the halls, nor was there light.
They had ridden from Van Fleets in the old
tally-ho
With an accompaniment of ghost stories and
They tip-toed through the halls, and were soon
in their room
There all was darkness, and all seemed a
Alice said DAISY fell awfully, awfully queer
feel as if some terrible danger were near
They struck a light, Alice screamed I'm
Daisy looked in his face and said lit is Sam"
Then Alice grew calm and ceaeed to weep
And soon the whole household were fast asleep.
Next morning at nine, all were ready for sail
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Some punster remarked, we need not stay on
With nice little "Windship'' so close at hand.
In the evening all hands were ready for a lark
And the merriment began as soon as twas dark
There was singing, dancing, reading and talk
While the iollier ones entertained with cake
walking.
But the spell was broken, changed faces were
seen,
When fresh from the Gypsy camp entered their
David never gained such game as a psalmist
As did the old Gypsy that night palmist
She bade all good night, and when about leav-
One said, "Not Gypsy, she's only deceiving."
Another, 81 knew something was brewing,
When looked around the room and missed
So the merriment goes on, hand to hand, heart
To heart.
From sickness or accident we have no fear,
As physician and surgeon is always near.
If you've, a pain in your stomach, your toe or
your back
He'll give the right pill, for he is not a quack
If on the toboggan with staple you collide
Break bone of your leg or puncture your side,
Dr.. Andrews will fix it, with knife and with
saw
For in his surgery there is not a flaw.
If your teeth need cleaning, or if they should
ache,
DIR. Snow will fix them, he is not fake,
While his wife is collector of wonderful note,
Sells tickets for the party, the tally-ho and
boat.
Another distinguished, will mention his name
Is our ghnial Ed. Andrews of opera fame;
Not only in opera does he excel,
But as rear admiral he also does well.
Dewey gained not more fame at Manila Bay
Than did our genial Ed. Andrews today
When he sailed from the beautiful Tetonka
shore
With his human freight, twenty souls or more
And returned them safe all happy as could be
And ready for dinner in the big tepee"
Where our noble hostess, had with utmost care,
Prepared for her guests, viands delicious and
rare.
We have spoken of merriment and jolly times
galore
But we cannot leave you without word more.
From many states we are here gathered today
For a summer outing, and we all feel gay,
But there comes to our hearts a sad, sad strain
When we think on earth we'll never meet
again;
Again, our hearts fill with gladness and we're
happy once more,
For we know all may meet on Eternity's shore,
Where the Father of all, if our hearts he has
won,
Will say in His kindness, "My children well
DONE"