Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1907-07-03
MAuNErTEs IN CALIFORNIA.


PASADENA, CAL. June 10 Especially The
State of Maine association held its annual
picnic at East Lake park to-day. Twenty
eight Maine cities and towns were rep
resented by sixty-six Maineites. Below
the names OF the Maineites representing
each;
Hancock. W. O. Smith and wife, f. r.
Wooster and 'wife, P. G. Wooster, Mrs.
Belle W. Salisbury, Miss Zelma f. smith,
Mrs. Abbie A. Gilbert, Master Norman u.
Smith, Walden b. Hodgkins, Mrs. Will
liam Smell, Mrs. c. F. Bunker. w. w.
Hodgkins and Miss Beulah Hodgkins;
skowhegan, Mrs. Mary A. Leighton, Mr..
and Mrs. Harville, Mrs. c. j. McDermid,
Miss Gala McDermid, Mrs. Annie E. Me-
Clure, 8. Pratt, Mrs. NJ. p. Bixby, Mrs.
f. III. Neil, Mrs. Emily p. Webb and Mr..
and Mrs. Collins; Sullivan, W. NJ. Ride
out: Portland. Charles A. Reed and wife,
Mrs. George Seeley, Mrs. George Daniels
and Charles H. Lamson; Bar Harbor. Miss
Jessie Helena Foster; Readheld. w. NJ.
Rideout and Miss Helen Rideout; Brooks,
Mrs Jennie Pratt Woodland; Bangor, Mrs.
Celia A.. Webb and Mrs. G. H. Condor;
Bridgton, Albion Carsley and Julia F.
Coffin; Camden, Walter Ogier and wife,
Walter w. ogier, jr.; Dixmont, Judge
Waldo NJ. York and wife; Richmond, ID.
W. Robinson; Foxcroft, Addie L. Cham
berlain; Madison, Ida L. Will and Jerald
Z. Will; Scion, Mrs. Nellie F. Corson and
Miss Anna Corson; Brunswick, K. F.
Brown and wife, Mrs. Ira knowlton;
Pennington, Effie NJ. Winter; Dresden,
Mrs. Mary L. Bixby; orrington, Miss
Annie L. Chaplin; Newport, Miss Martha
o. Hartman; York, l.. E. l.. Emery; Lis
bon, Della p. Stsrrett; Gardiner, Mrs. Ed.
Quine; Fairfield, Mrs, Silas Starbuck;
Dover, Walter A. Young and Mrs. c. P.
Young; Saco. F. NJ. Hobbs, Mrs. H. NJ.
Hobbs and Mrs. w. d. King; Wellington,
H. L. Moses; Deer Isle, James Small.
After good basket dinner there were
speeches of "reminiscences sparkling with
wit and humor. Miss Jessie Foster. OF
Bar Harbor, took the prize in a bean
carrying contest. There was also music,
and Mrs. Emily P. Webb, OF Skowbegan,
iSda Gil OAhkiadA PSSh ShbiAlcns sACAhO~
ries of Maine" 1t follows:
o, let us to-day 60 back again.
To the grand old woods and hills OF Maine,
To the rushing rivers that laugh and run
And are never drank up by the thirsty sun,
To the shining ponds and shady pools.
Where the speckled trout hold their summer
schools.
ha 1af oil hry-
gems
From her swelling breast to her garments
hens,
ing dyes
OF the autumn woods or the sunset skies.
And many are linked by silver chain
That gives new charms to the gems OF Maine.
Can you forget the dear old farms,
And the orchards green with their out
stretched arms,
The red-cheeked apples and apples of gold
You gathered when days were bright and
cold?
And the cottage. grey with the years ii bore.
| And the lilac bush that grew by the door,
Do you recall when the mowers pass
Their swinging scythes through the lush. tall
grass,
The swishing song that the grasses sing
AS the graceful mowers bend and swings
And the long green swathes that behind them
So sweet with the breath OF the new-mown
hays
Do you see the grass-lined country road,
The oxen plod with their piied-up load,
With the forks upright in the huge pile
thrust,
And the sun as it shines through the rising
dust,
And the eager boys who have begged a ride
To the big brown barns, with the doors swung
wide?
o, the nights with the northern lights DER
head,
Like flaming eagle with wings outspread,
And the rustling fields Of ripening corn
That oft Of a golden head was shorn
And roasted alive at big bonfire,
While the boys and girls dance round the
pyre.
When the harvest has all been gathered in,
And the fruit is stored in each separate bin,
And the ricks are full of their golden sheaves
And the barns Of hay to their very caves,
For space lifes strenuous cares do cease,
And the wide land lies like soul at peace.
The autumn air is like sparkling wine
That stirs the blood, and the scarlet vine
As it climbs and twines DER the old stone
wall,
And the red and gold OF the leaves as they
fall,
And the hills asleep in purple haze
How bright they made those beautiful days .
There is life in Maine, in her throbbing veins,
From her mountain tops to her rolling plains,
And the strength of the hills in a current
runs
From her rocky soil to her rugged sons,
And we feel the power Of its quenchless fires
In our noble mothers and grand old sires.
How brave in war; With their dauntless
lines
They met the South like their stalwart
pines
Those borne down from the dark Maine
woods
On the stormy breast of the great snriuo