The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1902-06-18
STORIES OF COMMISSIONER WARE
some of the Prominence to the LawyePoe
of Kansas How He Wrote His Verses on Admiral
Dewey. The Washerwoman's Song.

he told the people of his names and
traces. He did so well that the printer
asked him to contribute long verse.
Then Ware wrote his first poem, Neil
tralia." It ran through a dozen num-
bers Of the little paper. and ware ana
his readers survived it. Since then
that was thirty years ago-he has writ
ten enough to fill as large a volume az
James Whitcomb Riley has written.
Yer wars kin riddle bone and flesh and
blow our brains and spill
Likelihood but somepin' lives on, fresh s
Rhymes of lronquill!
While Ware was making harness and
poetry he had friend who was JUS
tice of the peace and who knew little
about law. When he had case to try.
he took it under advisement and con-
suited Ware before making his de-
cision. Ware knew nothing about law.
but his advice was good, and the JUS
tice thought he had found Portia.
Ware went to the Indian country and
was on a ranch for year or two.
While there he pored over Blackstone
in order to be able to help out his JUS
tice friend a little better when he got
back. He absorbed law so readily that
the first he knew he was admitted to
the bar without having attended a
law school or slept in law office.
He is now a member of one Of the
best known firms in the west. He has
been successful financially and other
wise and gave to Fort Scott. where he
first practiced law and at the same
time published a daily newspaper. q
free library which bears his name.
While Ware says his success is due tc
luck. his friends say that he has fol.
lowed the advice in one of his poems:
Work on. work on:
Work wears the world away;
Hope when tomorrow comes,
But work today.
The following is an example of the
Ironquill method when he is not in the
humorous vein:
THE WASHERWOMAN'S SONG.
by IronQuillI
In very humble cot.
In rather quiet spot,
In the suds and in the soap,
Worked woman full Of hope;
Working. singing. all alone.
In a sor: Of unGertone;
with the Saviour for f'send,
He will keep me to the end.
Sometimes happening along
had heard the semisong,
And / often used to smile,
More In sympathy than guile.
But ! never said word
In regard 70 what l heard
AS she sang about her friend
Who would keep her to the end.
Not in sorrow nor in glee
tx Working all day long was she.
AS her children, three or four.
Played around her on the floor,
But in monotones the song
She was humming all day long,
with the Saviour for friend
He Will keep me TO the end
It's song I do not sing, II
For l scarce believe thing u.
OF the stories that are told Il =
OF the miracles of old. ssA
But know that her belief IL
Is the anodyne of grief ;,xs
And will always be a friend }sti
Who will keep her to the end. -
Just a trife lonesome she.
Just as poor poor can be,
But her spirits always rose
Like the bubbles in the clothes.
And, though widowed and alone.
Cheered her with the monotone
OF Saviour and a friend
Who would keep her to the end.
have seen her rub and scrub
On the washboard in the tub,
While the baby sopped in suds,
Rolled and tumbled in the buds
Or was padding in the pools
With old scissors stuck In spools.
She still humming of her friend
Who would keep her to the end.
Human hopes and human creeds
Have their root in human needs,
And / should not wish to strip
From that washerwoman's lip
Any song that she can sing,
Any hope that songs can bring,
For the woman has n friend
Who will keep her to the end.