Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1907-01-05
A CHRISTMAS BANQUET
ON THE DESERT WILD

The Manner in Which a Surveying
Crew of the Arizona Eastern Cele-
brated the Day.
Christmas is Christmas wherever one
finds il and a crew of surveyors of
the Arizona and Eastern found ii on
the desert at Point of Rocks. The story
of the tragedy has been received at this
office with all it's horrible details. Cow
ers We're laid for sixteen and the fol-
lowing is the menu:
PURGE Fowl Soup
Pome de te a Natural Fresh Sardines
| Jackson Salad
/ Boiled Meats
Corned Beef with sauce Vinegarette
Fricassee Chicken. Maitre de Hotel
Roast Turkey. Oyster Dressing with
Cranberry Sauce
Vegetables
French Hot Rolls
Sweet Midgets
Sugar Corn and Cream
Pate Pois with Natural Sauce
Mashed POmme de Terre and Cream
Floating Island Pumpkin Pie
Squash, Custard Green Apple Pie
Chocolate Cake Cocoanut Cream Cake
Coffee Cocoa Chocolate
Mixed Nuts and Candies
Apples Oranges Bananas
That would seem to have been enough
but fearful that there was yet some
insatiate soul the poet laureate OF the
corps had prepared the following de-
coction, called
A SURVEY PARTY IN THE "JUN-
Giles" OF ARIZONA.
Away out in the jungles in the Ari-
IONA wilds,
We are spending our Christmas with
our faces wreathed in smiles.
We are a jolly lot of fellows and not
at all glum,
But if We were in some live town We
would be going some.
Nog boys, IL our girls were with US.
don't you see,
We would ramble off in pairs and have
a te-te-te;
1 don't know about the rest of you
but as for me.
I'd be just as smooth as / could be.
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or I'll throw it out"
The fellows know exactly what its all
about;
But when the coyotes come bowling
around at night.
1t is curtains for him then and there
and out goes his light.
Old Dick is our skinner and he gives
the bronks the juice,
But when he has to cook he raises hell
and turns himself loose:
He bellows like a bison, and talks
awful rough,
But he knows the boys all like him and
will not call his bluff.
Now the transit man, James, is as nice
as he can be,
But he certainly runs his lines through
the Palo Verde tree;
Now Smith sets the hubs and Cooley
drives them in,
John Henry Jackson, poor old man,
brings up the rear end.
Upon the level Morris is all right,
And Furgy. when he boots them, is
clean out of sight;
Floyd and key do lot of topog hik-
ing,
But when it comes to the home stretch
they gather like lightning.
The axemen are so homely that they
make me sick at heart,
They do the best they can but sadly
miss their part;
They are light in the upper story and
come of common stock,
And every time they hit a bush they
strike a darned old rock.
Now Willis is our roust-about and
treats us very good.
I guess he would do a little better, il
he only thought he could;
He has the inclination of talking
through his hat,
or course he does not realize that he |
is doing that.
Now Thomas. the back flagman. is a |
demon in his class.
He is good at catching backsights and |
never let's them pass;
But when his girl hands him out the /
cold and frosty mitt,
Some how from the way he looks you |
are bound to know he is hit.
Now boys, will bid you a pleasant !
adieus.
For 1 feel with you that my stay IS |
almost through; |
For when 1 watch the stunts of the |
collar button man, /
Somehow l feel it coming he will pre-
sent me with a can.
Point of Rocks, Arizona, December
%, 1906.