Tombstone epitaph., 1916-01-30
THE SHADE OF 'o4
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So 10 redeem the error
 That the PeTveTts brought about, They sN'led the old Cimerii
 And asked the miners out. They advertised a Rally.
 A ''potlatch" and a show. A grand opening Sunday.
 And invited all to go. Asked us to think about it.
 Get excited if need be. And become enthusiastic"
 Since everything was free. And fl ou'd seen the sinners
 Tha, gathered at the church. You'd have decided Tombstone
 Had been the Devils Perch" Monday night their Housing Session Was glorious to see. A welcome innovation
 To our old society. IL brought to mind those good old day,
 Ak back m Elkul S-thfer. When every fellow that I met.
 Was just as good as me. The church vas thrown wide open
 ls m those good old times. When parsons paid attention
 To the muckers in the mines. The, rrp,,,iSaI ha rn,j,aI
 To make ali happy was their boast. So wondered how they'd welcome
 An old timer. tho a ghost l went in as a stranger.
 My shade" did disguise: An aged man in tattersd clothes
 And nobody was wise. ! took the rear bench
 That oft served me as re~. When up comes the parson
 Saving Stranger. How De De" He grasped my hand in welcome
 And vised il 'till twas blue, Said he was glad to see me
 Said il like he meant il. tool Then as is his mode and custom.
 Before ,he Rally loosed. He sailed up the Congregation
 And sure was iDtToduced' broached high-toned subject. And ouoted Scrirtural iinrs, But think he half suspected me.
 A muckeT from the mines. And then the music started.
 So soft you scarce could hear. As in requiem of the things that were,
 In, some long. reposed year. Then with a crash it rose on high.
 and held all n a spell. It seemed to Incarlate the voice
 Ol Liberty's ruined bell. |. was a splendid factor.
 To grest that Rebel line. And she got d double encore
 From the muckers from the mine. Then Jenny Lind's descendant.
 A Prima Donna fair and tall. Made all glad she came te Tombstone For she bound us all in thrsll. A sweet bird sang for the joy of life.
 So piercing, sweet and clear, And Miss Jenny reproduced the lilt
 Which eniranced us all to hear. I, was a ''sold" metropolis
 Mong th sweet Normandy pines. Where her name sake used to carol. To Arcadians. from the mines And then there was another
 With a voice of sweetest tone. { Who lately had arrived
 In Tombstone. Arizone. She sang Of Bonnie Scotland Most appropriate. believe For the strain was sung in memory Or Burns natal eve Her aria, would take a chrome
 And she'd win another prize. With the form of Milo Venus
 And the face of Mouo Lise. The audience doubiy encored
 And pronounced her talents fine. While her beauty made a hit
 With The ,nuckef from the mine. And then there was the nifty. 
 That winsome wee thing. Who fitted like a butterfly
 Or nervous hairs spring. She's the symbol of a pendulum
 When she vibrates pace, With a bonnie style aud manner
 That reflex her smiling face. She is light as any Fairy. She's as pretty as a peach, And she is mistress of the witchcraft
 To Beguile: There is sunshine in her manner
 And there's music in her speech. And there's concentrated honey
 In her smile. Sbe IS like lost Madonna
 But she knows net any sin) And we all heard Angel music
 When she played her violiu.