The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1905-02-14

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FATHER:
Would l were with thee every day
and hour"
G. BOWIE CHAPMAN TO d. AGNEw
GREENLESS EFT AL:
And still in the night time when
Pleasure fills W
TO the highest top sparkle each heart
and each cup
Wlaere,er my path lies. be it gloomy or
bright,
My soul. happy friends. shall be with
you that night
TO TOM HUME:
When on the Judgment DAY the tr,Irn-
Shall gather ey'ry trembling soul at
The recording angel, with knowing
Shall say to Tom, thou dldst as well
TO HEALTH OFFICER WOODWARD:
An. II Willie Woodward would only
enforce that smoke law what y
nice place this town would be-if
Woodward would
nat oia,a Ahossy problem would be
soiFed, what dirty scoty
dtngy, dark, and gruesone prob
lerl-if Woody would
Woodward says he would. IL he could.
would Woody.
Still he wouldn't change il he could
not Woody
It wouldn't do, says William c.. NJ. D.
It Just wouldn't do at III. you
He's cinder in his eye. has Woods.
so he couldn't see where iIs
wrong II he would. How could
He can't watch our smoke. but stiil
we would fam have him, too. for
our Valentine.
TO COMMISSIONED MCFARLAND:
Thou, too. must be our Valentine.
kind sir,
It's little that We ask. for well. we
Thou has plighted troth to nobler
And wilt not rest It'll conquest comes.
streets may unpaved go, sewers un-
Yet ever upward. onward. ever press
ing,
As Half a million. half a million
That's what the District building
needs just now:
We hope you get it. Henry. sure We
Wed rather see stone in the Districts
home
Than a big factory Of hreproof brick,
And II success crowns effort. IN the
Wen make the granite pile itself
a monument 10 thee, oh Valentine.
TO COMMISSIONERS WEST:
The rivers damned, the sidewalks
The crossings traps for lucIIess feet.
Moneys gone, inauguration coming
We need five thousand to clean up the
streets.
But here's to you. H. LitchfeId. here's
When we go walking, lives in hand,
one thing consoles US, in spite of
There never get was sidewalks SO
slippery
That there wasn't worse one or
ahead,
TO COMMISSIONER BIDDLE:
Thou. Valentine, art a major of en-
And, too, the butt of all the petty 5fbes
and sneers
OF every section and division of the
That fails to get a shade tree planted,
How and when and where, regardless,
it may wish.
And ii anything goes wrong with city
streets,
It's up to you. dear Colonel. you alone.
If your heart yearns then for the
eountry's cool retreats,
Why, it's but idle fancy, for loud
mouthed Protest
Always sits waiting, watching, by
your door, and plaza.
streets and sewers. payementS, bridges
and all the rest
Must come to haunt you in your
dreams at night.
You may have erred, as humans all
Whether West Points haIo's on their
brow or not,
But though you have, there's one
bright spot in your career
That shines trdnscendent in its
brightness 1t was when
You killed the builders bill and laid
it in its grave.
Pray, for that alone, be in cleaning
and the dawn,
Our Valentfne
TO WEATHER PROPHET GARRIoTT:
Thou evil one,
Thou didst chase the grounding away,
Back into his dreary, darksone hole,
And upon thy wicked, unmercifuI soul
Rest the consequences OF thy prophe-
eieS.
TO COL. J. H. EDWARDS:
Alas, alack. My hopes have fed,
And l am left to grievei
I've listened for the postmans tread,
From morn TO deWy eve.
And now his latest round is made,
l cannot but Tepine,
To think that / have not cen received
A single Valentine!
''Ah. can it be the cruel fates,
Have joined in combine,
To blight my hopes and keep from me
q single Valentine!