The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1901-12-15
POET STEBBINS GETS BACK.
THAT'S WHY THE LAKE KEUKA
COUNTRY SMILES AGAIN.
Again stebbins Twangs the Tyre and Great
BtE Chunks or Poetic Fire Flash Forth
Each Time He 1humps the wire
Few Of Stcbbins's Latest Chunks.

. Few Of s%tebbins's Latest Chunks.
HAMMoHDspoBr. N. Y, Dec. io.-Steb-
bins Is back After an absence Of three
years from the Lake Keuka country he
is back. Stebbins. The Poet Stebbins.
For years before he went away from the
shores Of placid Lake Keuka he had ever
kept his muse within easy reach, 50 that
he might grab her on the moment and die
tate to her, as the occasion required, strains
Of gladness, dirge Of o joyous song OF
tho lover who was 1t, or lachrymose
plant OF swain who had thrown himself
against the marble heart. As the Poet
Stebbins, in a burst Of fine frenzy, once
exclaimed:
twane the Tyre.
And great big chunks OF bright poetic Are
Flash forth each time I thump the wire'
In his leisure moments he was railroad
and steamboat manager. The Lake Keuka
country did not hold hat against him. In
fact, II was a boon TO the Lake Keuka coun-
try, for when yearning citizens went to
the Poet Stebbins and asked for a pass
down TO Penn Yam or up TO Bath, II was not
the pass they wanted. They would have
taken the pass, Of course, II II were rendered,
but II was not the pass they wanted. They
knew the Stebbins muse would at once
be woke to living song. and they would hear
her sing. That was what they wanted.
"A pass.' the Poet Stebbins was wont TO
say. "A sordid thing! / couldn't think
Of III will not give you a pass! But take
this with you. Then as you count the ties
on the way up to Bath, or watch the ripples
in the wake Of your o a as you row your
self down the lake to Penn Van, h calm
ness it will bring to your soul! What health
full throbbing to your heart Of hearts,
Then the Poet Stebbins would snatch
his Tyre and east from its magic strings
triHes to him, but soul bursts to be taken
away by the spellbound citizens for their
charm and solace, and for handing down.
Then the Poet Stebbins, hanging up his
Tyre, so to speak, and yet in the irresistible
clutch OF tho divine a~fflatus. would
raise the rate to Bath. and give the fare
to Penn Yan another lift.
One time Packy Griswolh, long a sum-
mer instructor to the Hammondsport
Try-to-C Catch Black Bass Club, and winter
Exterminator-in-Chie of Razorback Hogs
to the Wild Swan, Wild Goose. n Wild
Duck Club OF Hyde county. North Carolina,
ldtili tillt" UP ooNi Jooe eHa
over the hills and far away 10 become
landlord, supervisor Of the back-room
Jack pots, and keeper OF the kitty Of a hotel
almost beyond the boundary Of Old Steuben
itself, leaving the Keuka Lake country
gasping with wonder and in the grasp OF
sorrow. 1t was then that the Poet Stebbins's
muse came out strong. In one wild,
wailing burst of sorrowladen song he de-
scribed the plight Of the AXE Keuka coun-
try and touched il with melancholy solace-
thus:
Welghty with woe. we weep. we wall
We wake up nights and moanl
But in time Packy Griswold paled Of the
power a landlord knew, and of iackpots
and kitties; and raking of his last jackpot.
and emptying che kitty for the last time
he came ~trudging back over the hills TO
the Lake Keuka country. and swept away
ali sorrow there a. with the bosom OF a
glad destruction. Then the Poet Stebbins
seized his harp and woke his muse to JOY
fulness. This is only part OF what she sang.
hailing the return Of Packy Griswold;
The quiverinr trees
And ths dancing m g ssssis b,,omlns,
All proclaim, p. Gnswold's coming"
He Is coming sing the trees.
He is cominsl" chants the breeze,
u q the ullhs ny i'afhfF
Wearing the same old brown plaid breechrs.
With the same old bagging ofthem al the knees"
II was then that Packy Griswold opened
The Place in Hammondsport, with a will
ing slate as one Of it's appurtenances. and
the Lake Keuka country was content. II
would have been also overwhelming with
ioy but for sad news that came just then
The Poet Stebbins, had received a call
and he was going away HIS call wa not
as n poet. II was rs a railroad manager.
as manager OF a freight line. in far-of Seat
tie. II was a bite. thought 10 the Poet
Stebbins that he had been called a. a mere
n a and not a. a poet. II was a crush
ing disappointment Ia him, but II raised
his wages. So. with a SIGH he accepted
the call and went, chanting his departure
IN a sympathetic lay Of nineteen verses
and a chorus. This was the chorus:
am Foing. brother. going
Meath ny feet must grow no grass.
Tur I 20 Uh,fe duty calls me,
And l ttaNel On a pas
So he went, leaving Packy GHswold
The Place and the slate as the Lake k'uk
| oountry's only comfort and Sulaoe. Bui
A couple Of weeks ago came the news tina
the Poet stebbins had b.en called again
The East had called him back, aud although
the call wa, ~ the other one was, ~ 4
mer. manager only. and not A. a pot the
Lake ktukA county wa glad And Ps'kN
Dnswold put a bot 81 thiug- on ir. and il'
~HammandspoTt ITy-to-C Catch Black ba-s
tlub got ready to greet the Poet htsiians
when hs came And hs cam" th" oth"i
day And Ia the evening h" went to lhs
plaor The l8yh Wpr. there aud ihey
Kr.stnd ths Poet htrblins, and DRAGON
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