Arizona republican., 1919-01-05

'Hogmany," a Scottish festival, ob- served only on the night of December 31, was celebrated on New Years eve at the residence of Peter Chalmers, 930 East Taylor street where a ''wheen of Scotch met to celebrate the auld Scottish custom of seeing the auld year ava an the New Year come hame. There were present MT. and Mrs. H. A. Davidson, Miss Jessie Forsythe, Miss Elizabeth Smith, MT. Beekman, MT. Amos A. Betts, MT. and Mrs. Peter Chalmers, (host and hos tess)
 An enjoyable night was passed in playing cards, telling old scotch stories and other stories. MT. Davidson, pres ident of the Caledonian Society, re- cited, "I wonned whaur they'll a be noO.' This poem was written by an old school mate in Edinburgh of Mir. Chalmers to whom allusions is made in it under the name of Pate It has never before appeared in print: Iris just d group O laddies ta'en Lang Syne when l was at the schule. The partin with them nane may pen, Hoo sair tWad he against my will. To thae auld cronies maist forgot Noo brocht so life-like to my view, But as I scan the happy lot l wonner Whaur they'll a be noo. | There's some l hac ne'er seen for years; There's some I'll never see again. There's some OCT wham my hopes and
 fears
 Wad make imagination fain, To say ha'e prospered or ha'e failed, If still in. life they warstle throu- 1 Wha'se fates may never be unveiled. | 1 Wonner Whaur they'll a be noo. l What recollections crood my brain, | O by-gane incidents and plays l At sight O ilka face again | l kent sac Weel when we were bays ] And 'mang the lave I'm unco glad l To recognize there's now a few 1 O' the dearest cronies ger l had. r 1 wonner whaur they'll a be noo. There's Andrew, peace be his,) wha's
 like
 I thocht was neer at a the schule; 1 There's truant Tam, the rovin, tyke And Jem who often played the fule | To please his mates. There's Will
 and Pate
 Who were my playmates long l trow. There's Sandy. Jock and Rab so plate l wonner whaur they'I a be moo. We hear folks say they wish they were 1 Wee callants at the schule again. The wish was never mine I'm sure, Yet, o! I wad be unco fain To sac the mates of days zane by, That faithful hearted, merry crew. But I can only muse and sigh, wonner whaur they'll a' be moo. They scattered miles bath near ant
 far.
 All sundered till our latest day. Sac Whaur they are or what they ar, I daurny guess and nane may say. But when their changing life is done, Gin what the pastors say be true, We'll ablins meet in lands abune, WhaureYer We may a. be noo. And this is a part of the muckle din
 ner:
 And this whatll be no intiI it:
 Soups
 Hae d Nerdy Caid Rooseter's Brae Cock o'Leeki
 A Pot O Green Kali
 Supper Wi Ham Spunes Caller Haddie Lochleven Trou l tweed Sduman Lemon SOleS
 North Sea Halibut
 Glesca Magistrate
 Perrywinkles
 Dulse and Tangles
 After the refreshments Mir. Chalmer rendered "Jist Dae the Best You Can. My freen, altho you're doom the bra, Cheer up and wark awa'
 And dinna be hearted, Tho misfortune on ye ia.
 It's no the clink nor cleedin', It's the heart that mak's the Dsn. Jist lit a canty tune, my freen, And dae the best you can.
 The puir mans road lies up a brae, We a ken far OCT well.
 A road that's michty sliddcry, lad And unco hard to speel.
 Altho that ye go sliding back To whaur ye first begun,
 Loup up again, my freen, and try To dae the best you can.
 It's no by frettin', 'sittin. lad You'll get on in this life.
 Ye maun struggle nobly onward. | Through the thickest of the strife. Although at times the ficht may be O'er-hard for mortal man, Ye dinna think to yield, ma freen.