Connecticut western news., 1908-10-22
Vet'ran Newt"

"There Is vet ran Newt" Bartram, as
 spry as of yore. notwithstanding
 he's seventy-two, What he don't know about the polltlcial
 game. there are few Politicians
 that do- He's the author of many good public
 work, the father of Putnam State
 Park, He keenly enjoys being out with the boys
 he's of age but no ''old patri-
 arch.'' The above lines which are taken from a "Pome" which appeared in a late issue of the Hartford Evening Post, and were written by John Rodemeyer, impel your scribe, with no malice intended. to add the following lines attesting the sound ness of Mr. Rodemeyer's judgment. You are right trend John, for he sure
 knows the game, He has played and held his own with
 men of greater fame, .s.. He was taught all the tricks, which
 might help to win the play, By player who was a master of cards
 in his day, And he proved an apt pupil; sure his
 friends certify, That he outplayed his teacher as the
 years rolled by. He's a rare cool player in a many handed
 bout, And when you think him cornered, yoR
 had better watch out He I'll pull little tighter his hat OCT his
 crown, But will seldom be loser when the cards
 are laid down. And I speak with knowledge gained
 in many test, For I've played with him often and came
 out second best; And although but an Amateur yet players
 more wise, Who thought they had him beaten have
 been handed a surprise; In that long ago time when I first knew
 "Bart," You could find him at the finish. though perhaps not at the start. You mention that he's "Father of the Putnam State Park" You could make that statement stronger, John and not OCT shoot the mark Since the writer at this Park labored oft from Sun to Sun, And knows at least a thing or two about | the way twas run. Yet the credit of creating Park from a
 wild,
 Is justly MT. Bartram's, and 'tis justly his child Though it's history could be written in
 manner most terse, Yet the Editor objects for he doesent like verse.
 So I'll only just state in a general way, | That while the sun shone, MT Bartram
 made hay. And we'd do the same, John, if we had
 the same chance, For when Politicians fiddle the public 1 must dance. l And all fiddlers are paid, Tn this age and
 this day, By the people who dance to the music they play. 1 And Bart could furnish music, he'd
 the technique and the will, And he surely was entitled to pay for his skill. But in later years, John, grieve much That his music don't charm in tho good
 old way, His bow creates a discord which he can t seem to foil, ! But his fiddle's full of water, and the strings are soaked with oil. And his music rack Is hydrant of the
 twenty dollar type And to pitch his strings in unison, he
 uses sewer pipe. But to harmonize this mess would be a
 superhuman feat, And his attempts to do this are not liked by Sharon street. Yet we all know that Bart" is in many ways great; He has made the town of Sharon we'll known throughout the state, And I'm quite sure that neither his
 friends nor his foes, Will dispute my assertion, that he sure knows his nose. The above lines. Mir. Editor, were bu, written in fun,
 nd lelr no malice, so hope will cause l none;
 For MT. Bartram and I are old time
 pards,
 And I'm sure he knows that I don't
 stack cards; But his ways are at times very hard for me to trace,