Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1924-09-10
THE BEETOWN MUSE

The following amusing jingle from
the pen of Perry Holpin, was deliver
ed by him at the Beetown Labor day
picnic:
1t has often been said, that Beetown is dead
And they're hanging crepe on the door.
They're sad and forlorn. for they've started
For the place th.t they think is no more.
But there's no ground for fears or big
salty tears.
She's only just taking a nap.
Let's get down from our roost and give
her rOost,
And put her ones more on the map.
Now last night as I crept into bed, l
soon slept,
And dreamed of joys all the night.
gAnd there in my dream I Travelled the
To the land of Celestial delight.
was met at the gate by st. Peter in state,
The marks Of his youth had all gone.
WherefroE, neighbor he cried to which
I replied
From Beetown, Grant County. wiscon.
With mis- face all aglow, he soon let me
AS he opened the gates fer and wide.
That folks from Beetown had won fame
and ren0wn,
And each were his joy and his pride.
knew tEnt within. they were free from all
For the city resounded with mirth.
But the truth I must tell, didn't feel well
And wished I was back on earth:
But amusement 1 found, when l CHANGED
to look round,
And thought my heart would leap cut.
For Press Hayden was there. without wor-
The same old Press big and stout.
1 watched him while, his face were a
smile
That measured ,sactly three feet.
And there by his side, Billy BruR sooR
spied,
Making chariot wheels for St. Pete.
wanted to know why Press lett down be
So tugSeL At the sleeve of his es0t.
For the last time We mot, he was making
white trying to ride the old goat.
SO Prsss raid to me, it's like this yeu sec.
A radio reached frsm the sky.
Ta come with all speed for Pete was In
OF two Eosd blaoksmiths like Billy and I.
took of my hat when I heard him say
For l knew Peters judgment was fine
Twas the best he could do when he picked
For they ara two of the best in their line.
Well. I'd like to have stayed. but a motion
was made
That take in the sights near and far.
Then nne limousine was soon to lie seen
Twas Ersie Auel driving Pstes car.
He was dressed all in white, and he looked
like a knight
His buttons saon. out bright and large
I thought OF the time whe he was sublime
Way down in the Bretrwn Garage.
L got in that hIs without any fuss,
And I thought 1 walking on air.
I've rode lots of cars from Rolls-Ro-ce to
Stars
But none to shat bus could compare.
The first place to stop was a mighty big
shop
With 9S floors the amount.
This neck that own. six inches had grown
Before had finished the count.
When I saw the inside my heart filed
with Tride
For the manager quickly I'D search.
1 was told by someone, that this big store
was run
by Adam and Buz and Ralph Birch.
st Feter they said in the old Herald had
read
How they did all their business for cash
SO hs sent for these three, that he might
b.s free
And save his big store from a crash.
Then Art Tsbo 1 met and I'll never forget
How my whole being thrilled at the name
He die much -rade and all of a grade
That would put the big packers to shame
Then Ersie's advice, which 1 thought was
quite nice.
was t. take a look at some farms
He said I'd be glad for the trip that I had
And Ia always remember their charms.
How large were the pumpkins, by Heck
They're not pumpkins, he said but big
strawberry bed
Th.,t was grown By the Winners and Ross
Peck.
Dick Pascoe had rlarge of farm that was
large.
He had millions OF chicks that would lay.
1 was told by old Dick, that ned not keep
Unless it laid six eggs a day.
To the next farm we went ans much time
was spent
Every moment my JOY would increase.
The Traupes hal bred. raised up and fed,
Tweev million of African geese.
The Blacibourns hal cows, and the Jacks
had their Sows
The rest raisrf thi..es hard to beat.
All of them there, lived honest and square
And all had a good word for Pete.
So when I returned the things that