Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1923-09-07
Two Local Men Travel 10000
Miles Over Southern States
Exploiting Product Manu-
featured In Augusta-Write
Of Southern Life-Maine
Ball Player-Coal Situation

Two loyal sons OF Maine and of
augusta on the Kennebec. have been
boosting the old Pine Tree state
alons with the extensive and rapid
nre promotion of their business
throughout the width and breadth of
the states OF Maryland, Pennsvlva-
ma. the Virginias and the District of
Columbia. A letter to Augusta
friends from Eden Hanks, who with
Arthur Abbott has been promoting
the sales field for the Hanks Fire
Extinguisher. made in this city. in
southern territory for the past ninety
days. tells Of their impressions Of
southern life. hospitality and busi-
ness. The letter is replete In breezy
passages on the divers unusual oc-
GuTrenceS tnat have attended their
lO,OOO mile business jaunt.
Mr.. Hanks writes most interesting.
ly or southern customs, also of Otis
Lawrey. former University of Maine
athlete. who has made good with a
Vengeance with the Baltimore base
pail team this summer. There are
other particularly pertinent passages
concerning the coal situation and
President Coolidge's handling of it.
Not long ago Mr.. Hanks was
guest at smoker at famous
old club in Virginia. One of the
speakers OF the evening prefaced his
remarks by quoting the poem which
follows, and then proceeded to ex-
tol the state of Virginia in high man.
ner. Mr.. Hanks felt that that was
alright as far as it went. but Malre
had representative present and one
who has never permitted the irl-
preston that any state under the
sun by day. or made translucent by
the old moons borrowed sheen by
night, has ANYTHING On the Pine Tree
State. So fokseeing the possibility
that he might be called upon for re-
marks. Eden hastily scrubbed the
lines of the verses that follow the
other poem, and when he was called
upon he did himself and his native
state proud. and the members OF
that particular club are well aware
that there is another state besides
Virginia. The poems follow:
Virginia
The roses nowhere bloom so white
| AS in Virginia:
The sunshine nowhere shines so bright
The birds sing nowhere quite so sweet,
And nowhere hearts so lightly beat,
| For heaven and earth both seem to meet
| Down in Virginia.
The days are never quite so long
AS in Virginia;
Nor quite so filed with happy song
| AS in virginia.:
| And when my time has come to die
| Just take me back and let me lie
| Close to the Blue Ridge Mountains
| high
| Down in Virginia.
| There IS nowhere a land so fair
! AS in Virginia;
So full of song. so free of care.
AS in Virginia:
And 1 believe that happy land
The Lords prepared for mortal man
Is built exactly on the plan
Down in Virginia.
Hanks Speaks for Maine
IT'S true the bloom of rose is white
In Virginia's yellow soil:
| The sunshine, too. I'm telling you,
Would make Snowdrift boil.
The birds do sing with ceaseless ring
Til hearts and heads are light.
I'm sure the heavens and earth do
When falls the southern night;
For I've watched them draw together
Oft when the day was done,
Bathed in the gold and silver
Rays of a setting sun.
Of coure when one is far from home
The days are always loHS'
And when ones thoughts to loved ones
His lips will part in song.
Your land is fair and I sense no care
AS spin along your pike
In a Especial Six" at forty-fve-
COR sixty. if l like).
II one must die tits we'll he lie
In peace beneath the sod
Of Old Blue Ridge, whose tree-topped
Are glorified to God
But-God stopped not when He'd made
your state;
He'd other things to do
More than a thousand miles away
In another land He knew;
And when He'd reached this wondrous
He planned and worked again
(Profting by his past mistakeso
Til He'd made the State of. Maine!
He made her soil n blueish gray
Instead Of yellow mud,
And from it sprang the stately pine.
Also the Irish "spud.'
He studded it with glistening lakes
Alive with painted trout;
Believe me, when He made old~ Maine
He knew what He was about!
The forst hills He stocked with deer.
The wood lands with grouse;
| The pastures wide He painted green.
Where farmers herds could brouse.
| He set the clear, cool brooks to song,
| AS they race along their banks;
He equipped the rugged men OF Maine
To fill the highest ranks
| Then lust before He quit His job
Gle loved the old state 500
| He made a winter coverlet
OF many feet Of snow.
Now-when the days grow short and
! cold
And folks begin to sneeze,
He drops this wondrous coveriet,
Then-shovel snow or freeze.