Arizona republican., 1915-08-01
Music and Drama
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 "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" A bunch of the boys were hitting it
 up in the Malamute saloon; The kid that handles the music box
 was hitting a jag time tune; Back of the bar. in solo game, sat
 Dangerous Dan McGrew. And watching his luck was his light
 o'-love, the lady that's known as When out of the night, which was
 fifty below, and into the din and
 the glare. There stumbled a miner. fresh from
 the creeks, dog-dirty ana loaded
 for bear; He looked like man with a foot in
 the grave and scarcely the
 strength of a louse, Yet he tilted a poke of dust on the
 bar and he called for drinks for
 the house. There was none could place the
 strangers face, though we searched
 ourselves for a clue; But we drank his health, and last
 to drink was Dangerous Dan Me There's men that somehow just grip
 your eyes, and hold them hard
 like a spell; And such was he, and he looked to
 me like d man who had lived
 in hell;
 With a face most hair, and the
 dreary stare of dog whose day
 is done,
 As he watered the green stuff in his
 glass, and the drops fell one oy tn m h..
 was, and wondering what he'd dc, And I turned my head-and there
 watching him was the lady that's His eyes went rubbering round the
 room, and he seemed in q kind
 of daze,
 Till at last that old piano fell in the
 way of his wandering gaze. The rag-time kid was having
 drink: there was no one else on
 the stool,
 So the stranger stuniblcs across the
 room and Hops down there like
 fool.
 In d bucksI1in shirt that was glazed
 with dirt, he sat, and l saw him
 sway;
 Then he clutched the keys with his
 talon hands, my God but that
 man could play. Were you ever out in the Great Alone,
 when the moon was awful clear And the icy mountains hemmed you in
 witE silence you most could hear?
 With only the howl nf a timber wolf
 and you camped there in the cold A half-dead thing in a stark, dead
 world, clean mad for the muck called gold; While high overhead. green. yellow
 and red. the North Lights swept
 in bars?- Then you've a hurch what the music meant hunger and night and the stars. And hunger not of the belly kind,
 that's banished with bacon and beans,
 But the gnawing hunger O lonely
 men for home and all that it means: For a fireside far from the cares that are. four walls and a roof above. But. oh! so cramful of cosy joy. and crowned with womans love A woman dearer than all the world, and true as Heaven is true God. how ghastly she looks through her roguc-the lady that's known as Lou) Then on a sudden the music changed, so soft that you scarce could hear; But you felt that your life had been footed clean of all that it once
 held dear; That someone had stolen the woman
 you loved: that her love was a devils lie;
 That your guts were gone, and the
 best for you was to crawl away
 and die. Twas the crowning cry of a hearts despair, and it thrilled you through and through ''I guess I'll make it a spread misere.
 said Dangerous Dan McGreW The music almost died away
 then it burst like a pent-up flood: And it seemed to say, Repay, repay
 and my eyes were blind with blood. The thought came back of m ancient
 wrong, and it stung like a frozen lash, And the lust awol<e to kill, to kill :. then the music stopped with q crash. And\ the stranger turned and his eyes they burned in a most pc culiar way; Tn a buCkskin shirt that was glazed with dirt, he sat, and I saw him sway; Then his lips went in. in a kind of
 grin, and he spoke and his voice was calm. And. Boys" says he, you don't know me, and none of you care a damn; But want to state, and my words are straight, and I'll bet my poke they're true, That one of you is a hound of hell. and that is one is Dan McGrew. Then tucked my head, and the lights went out, and two guns baZed in the lark, And woman screamed, and the lights went up, and two men lay stiff and stark. Pitched on his head, and pumped full of lead, was Dangerous Dan