The Arizona copper camp., 1918-07-20
RAY MAN MOUNTS
PEGASUS; FIERY STEED
FINALLY SUBDUED
(Poem by Win G. Browning.)

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In our midst there is man who
yields to the spell of the muse once
in a while, and who weaves a poem
such as the one here appended.
Mr. Browning, in addition to being
a poet, is also writer of distinction,
having to his credit numerous motion
picture scenarios, short stories, etc,
The Keith and the Orpheum cir
cults in vaudeville, know him as one
of the Browning Brothers musicians.
He played on these circuits for sew
enteen years, and retired from the
stage to enter the motion picture in
dustry. A few of the instruments
played by Mr. Browning are mandolin,
guitar, banjo, saxophone, mellophone,
flute, and he plays them well.
| Mr.. Browning is at present in the
employ of the Ray Consolidated Cop
per company, but Rayites will remem-
Der him as the manager of the Iris
and the Juarez theaters:
Memories of Old PinaI
When you sit beside your fireside,
In your calm, declining years;
When your bacon is provided
And of want you have no fears;
Then it is your children gather
And want from you a story
OF some of your adventures
And how they covered you with
glory.
Then it is your mind gets working
And of anecdotes ne'er shirking,
You ponder which inspiring tale to
tell:
Of the landslides, hold-ups, murders,
1t must be one to make them shudder
I One whose graphic detail makes the
heart stand still.
AS your thoughts are swiftly flowing
And the lighted Goals are glowing
! An inspiration comes: I'll tell of Bill
No, it must be something of my
own
No other tale will do
Of Bill they've heard so many;
Of my own, SO very few.
So | light my pipe and ponder
Over all my past career,
And of all the many places
Arizona stands out clear.
So l think I've found the subject
which will fill thoir minds with awe.
: Of old, majestic Pinal,
In the very mountains fold,
Where the evening sun is glowing,
To make the "Tea Pot" draw;
, Where the Gila rivers flowing,
And the sands are never cold
/ Pll tell of all the blessings,
Of this Sunny Land Of Gold.
! While they sit in silent wonder
) At the tales that | unfold;
; OF, the pesky little scorpion,
With his tail so full of woe;
Of the loathsome, filthy centipede
4 And the elias crawl, SO slow,
} Of the perils and the pitfalls
l In this land of changing shapes.
/ Of the benefits and blessings
: To be had for him who takes.
!, How the very earth is laden
5 With a touch of Midas Gold
. Where the mountain peaks are jagged
And the cacti are SO old
tell of patient burros
5 So contented with their lot;
! Tell of many other wonders
: Peculiar to- the spot.
5 And [ talk till | grow weary,
, But their Unrest never flags;
4 While mother sits benignly
And sews the carpet rags.
When bedtime is approaching
f And the stars are shining bright
? fix things for the evening,
r And then blow out the light.
| learn that I've forgotten
/ The thrilling tales to tell,
| But have dwelt ON blessings mostly,
J. And | think it's just as well.
. For our thoughts are full of sorrows,
: Which we meet as Life's sand
. flow
So l only tell of blessings,
| For that is best, l know.
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