Daily Kennebec journal., 1913-11-10
Maine Gossip
Soma of the Little Villages.


Down among the wheat helds-up amt
i the whins.
The little white walled villages crowding
close together,
Clinging to the Old Sod, i'll spite OF Wind
Bailytarsney, Ballymore, Ballyboden
BOYLE,
Ballingary, Ballymagorry by the Banks
of Foyie, 81
Ballylareen, Ballyporeen. Bansha, Bal
fySadare,
Ballygrack, Ballinalack, Barna, Daily
clare.
sThe cozy little villages that shelter from
the mist N
Where the great West Walls by. ocean
spray are kissed,
The happy little villages that cuddle Ill
the sun,
Where blackbcrries ripen and the har-
vest work is done.
Currymeela, Croaghnakeela, Clogher.
Cappaharoc. Carrigaloe, Cashel and
CoosheeI.
Cnstlefinn and Carrigtohll. Crumlin,
Carrigafodt. Carrisallne. Cloghjordan
and Coorain.
The dreamy little villages, where by
the fires at night
Old Shanaehies with ghostly tale the
boldest hearts alright,
The Grooming of tho wnd-biast is the
wailing Banshee's cry,
And when the silver laZelS STIR they say
the fairies sigh.
Eilfinora, Kilfinnane, kinnity. kiHyiei,
klmoganny. Kiltamagh, kilronan and
y kilrea,
Killashanlra. Kilmacow. Killineya Kill
kilIenaule, GIlingshalI. Killorsiins and
klleagh.
Leave the little villages. Ger the black
Learn tile Strangers welcome, learn the
exilc's woe;
Leave the little villages, hut think not 10
forget
Afar they'll rise before your eyes TO rack
your bosoms yet.
Moneymore. Moneygall, Moniyea and
Mullinahone. Mullinasatt, Mullagh and
chanagolden. Shanbailynore, Stranorlar
Toberaheena. Toomyvara, Tempo and
Strabane.
ON the southern Lanos--north where
strange light CLEANS,
Many yearning exile sees them III MS
dreams;
Dying voices murmur tpassed all pain
and care1,
"Lo. the little villages, God has heard
our prayer"
Lisdoonvarna. Lissadil. Lisdargan, Lis
naskea.
Portglenone. PoftarlinSton, Portumna,
PortmaEee,
Clondalkin and Clongowan, Cloondara
and Clonae,
God bless the little villages and keep
them night and day!
james =. ballard.
We didn't think the Boothbay Regis
ter would print such stuff, but here's
the evidence: 80
j. W. Dearborn is a great fisherman
farmer. as well as hunter. He caught a
large hake the other night off Damaris-
cove Island that had an ear of green
corn five inches long I'm him. and he
says anyone buying fish of him this fall
can be assured they are corn fed. AS
John is such a hunter. fisherman. etc.,
Capt. Toothacher of yacht fisherman
Lochinvar. vowed he would not be out
done. so he went and caught a big hake
having carrier pigeon in 1t with Il sill
within. found by Jake McPhane III
splitting the fish Although these are
fish stories they are actual facts.
That fearless fellow who says
things in the Mars Hill View gets af-
ter the drone In his community in this
fashien;
Manhood is not a beastful display o
play ball. 1t is not the ability to carry {
cane, wear a silk hat or Il heavy rint
with a seal. Some of those qualification:
are becoming to dude rather than s
true man. True manhood is the fittint
of self to ones sphere. II you are !
farmer try to be a good one. Whatevel
YOU are do not be afraid to take off YOU
coat and roll up your sleeves and go I,
work as if you meant to win. When, j
is known you are a worker, work come:
to YOU. man waiting for work
grumbling because it does not come, re
minds one of Josh Billings picture of s
man who went out to milk a cow, ant
upon opening the gate sat down on tn,
milking stool and waited for the COW t.
back up to him.
The Portland police department is
regretting the resignation of Mrs
Mary S. Burnham as police matron
| She has long been most efficient
official and one the department will
experience difficulty in replacing. The
general public can have little concep-
tion of the immensty of the work ir
Names largest city. A Portland pa
per says of her:
The good she has done in the ranks o
wayward women and children, the pa
thetic situations apparently beyond hu
| man help that she has met and a1juste
legally and humanely, are striking com
nentaries upon her tact and unusua
| executive ability. If Mrs. Burnhar
| cared to put into book form the histor
| of her years in the Police Department o
| Portland it would prove revelation t
| most of us.
Just because the sun is shining OF
the hills of Italy, and there is per
| petual summer in the vineyards o
| that sunny land. there doesn't seen
I, to be any reason on the face of it VIII.
the Portland, Gray and Lewiston rail
road should not be opened to travel
1 this fall. Strange as it may seem
this is just the reason, according t
an important official in charge of con
| struction work American labor i
almost absolutely unobtainable ant
Italian labor has been employed
Ithrough-~the summer. But the mo
ment the tang of the Maine fall get
lin the air, our son of Italy lays dow
4 his pick and shovel, gathers his good
and chatteis within the four corner
of a gaudv bandanna, and seeks tn
ships of Italy. Work on the roa'
/ has been pushed rapidly this summer
and the rails are now within a mil
and quarter of Auburn, from wher
T.; ,ba rest of the run is made owe