The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-09-28
With the Long Bo,U
Eye natures walks, shoot folly as # fiea

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TT FEW of these days could be canned and eped
on JAM IL 49, IS, 1906 it would make quite agree
able variety in grand old winter
This is also great weather for the After touch
of frost the fresh grass has tang to and the
COOL ess days make the animal she smells Of the crisp
sod long to turn handspring the sunny side of the
barn. balance herself horn and moo aloud in the
simple JOY Of living.
The Rev. Mabel A. Jackman, who calls herself the
tsshepherdess of Paradise is doing strange religious
stunt in Chicago The picture printed in her little paper
shows Mabel dressed in robes that would do credit
Oriental poenae In this garb she poses with Shepherds
staff in her right hand her left raised span above the
shoulder the index finger pointing toward the zenith and
her orbs Of vision rolling upward like the eyes Of small,
hot farmer engaged in detecting two small boys the top
branches Of his favore pear tree Mabel only conducts
Paradise temple, but supports husband Enough people
anxious to get top seats Paradise to support the family
and keep Mabes husband in chewing tobacco We bspeak
a free field for Mabel
The passing of that welldsposed and newsy Sheet the
Times leaves something Of hiatus in the field you
didn't subscribe for it. Still would hardly feel like
putting few thousands of dollars month for the simple
pleasure of seeing it come out every morning.
Kate Cleary said to be Of the most talented
writers of the Chicago press Many ago she had
little trouble and instead of trying it in
cover
Of mophe In this method she only had all her trouble
but acquired the morphine habit in addition Her hus
band found necessary this take away
the two children to whom she passonatey attached
wrote this poem:
love the world with all its brave endeavor
love its winds and foods and sands
But OH love-most deeply and forever
The cinging touch Of timid little hands.
love the dawn all pearl and primrose glowing -.
Or that s which covert t, eomes-al wet and gray
That ushers in the day
But, oh, above all love for story,
Above all friendship for the human race
Above all natures passionate great glory
Give me the sunlight of little face!
Give the head against my shoulder lying,
NJ, The feel of one e soft To- body close to mne
All power-the rest be thine!
And still alone do I repine,
While longing for the touch of trusting fingers,
And a little loving hand in mine!
And 50 passes Kate Cleary, the victim Of great and
pcwerless MolocR who holds many bright minds in
dungeon made Of interviewer shadows
M4
Some time in the seventies there very promising
young fellow working paper in Minneapolis do not
still told Of his brilliancy and literary ability He
had become victim to some habit, either liquor or
morphine and had gone to New York. No seemed to
know what had become of him. tho reports had dfed back
that she had been in hosptal' "Charle' Harris who
full of newspaper lore sang song that he said
this Great Unknown had written. remember one stanza
of it, that something like this:
o, twas down by the meadow the meadow whose green
And tall waving grasses bright with the sheen
And full of the motion and roll of the
Where dance in sunlight with shadows between
This unknown newspaper had written both the words
and music, but whether the song published do not
know al To tha
words. ..
Is there anyone living who knows the complete poem
or can tell who the writer was9 "A. J. R.