ABOU BEN ADHEM

Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room, he said: "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head And, with a look made all of sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord," "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low But cheerily still, and said, "I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellowmen." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a greater awakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And, lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the_rest! Victor Record 16989

AMERICA FIRST
Callaghan

America will always hold a welcome hand
To those who come across the sea from ev'ry land,
She offers them the sacred rights of liberty,

Beneath the starry emblem of the brave and free.
She bids them say "Whate'er befall,

America is first of all.”

Chorus:

The star-spangled banner
We always will defend,
The standard of freedom
Until all time shall end.
No power shall o'er throw it
While God reigns high above,
"America first" is our battle cry,

"Tis the land we love!

America will always be a land of peace,

Americans will always pray that war shall cease,
But if the time should ever come to stand for right,
Americans will not be found afraid to fight.

But ringing clear o'er land and sea,

Will sound this song of liberty.

Pathe Record 10073

Used by permission. Words and music copyright 1916 by

FRANK K. ROOT & CO., CHICAGO, ILL.

ANTHONY'S ADDRESS

"Julius Caesar"-Shakespeare

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears,
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them

The good is oft interred with their bones.
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.

If it were so, it was grevious fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,
For Brutus is an honorable man,

So are they all, all honorable men-
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.

He was my friend, faithful and just to me,
But Brutus says he was ambitious,

And Brutus is an honorable man.

He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransom did the general coffers fill;

Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?

When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept.
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff,
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.

You all did see that on the Lupercal

I thrice presented him a kingly crown,

Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;

And, sure, he is an honorable man.

But yesterday the word of Caesar might

Have stood against the world, now lies he there,
And none so poor to do him reverence.

O masters! If I were dispos'd to stir

Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,

I should do Brutus wrong and Cassius wrong,

Who, you all know, are honorable men.

If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle; I remember
The first time ever Caesar put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Nevii.

Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through.
See what a rent the envious Casca made;
Thru this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd,
And as he plucked his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Caesar follow'd it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolv'd
If Brutus so unkindly knock'd, or no,

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel;

ANTHONY'S ADDRESS-Continued

Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar lov'd him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all,
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms
Quite vanquish'd him, then burst his mighty heart;
And in his mantle muffling up his face,

Even at the base of Pompey's statue

Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
O what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I and you and all of us fell down,
While bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O now you weep, and I perceive you feel
The dint of pity! These are gracious drops
Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold
Our Caesor's vesture wounded? Look you here
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors,
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.

Victor Record 5822

ANGELS ROLL THE ROCK AWAY

Angels roll the rock away!

Death yield up the mighty Prey!
See the Saviour quits the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.
Allelulia! Allelulia!

Christ the Lord is risen today.

Shout ye seraphs, angels raise

Your eternal song of praise,
Let the earth's remotest bound
Echo to the blissful sound.
Allelulia! Allelulia!

Christ the Lord is risen today.

Holy Father, Holy Son,

Holy Spirit, Three in One,

Glory as of old to Thee

Now and evermore shall be.

Allelulia! Allelulia!

Christ the Lord is risen today.

Edison Diamond Disc Record 50405

AUNT SHAW'S PET JUG

Day

Now there was Uncle Elnathan Shaw,
-Most regular man you ever saw!
Just half-past four in the afternoon
He'd start and whistle that old jig tune,
Take the big blue jug from the but'ry shelf
And trot down cellar, to draw himself
Old cider enough to last him through
The winter ev'nin'. Two quarts would do.
Just as regular as half-past four
Come round, he'd tackle that cellar door,
As he had for thirty years or more.

And as regular, too, as he took that jug,

Aunt Shaw would yap through her cross old mug
"Now, Nathan, for goodness' sake take care!
You allus trip on the second stair;

It seems as though you were just possessed
To break that jug. It's the very best
There is in town and you know it, too.
And 'twas left to me by my great-aunt Suo.
For goodness' sake, why don't yer lug
A tin dish down, for ye'll break that jug?
Allus the same, suh, for thirty years,
Allus the same old twits and jeers
Slammed for the nineteenth thousand time
And still we wonder, my friend, at crime.

But Nathan took it meek's a pup,
And the worst he said was "Please shut up."
You know what the Good Book says befell
The pitcher that went to the old-time well;
Wall, whether 'twas that or his time had come,
Or his stiff old limbs got weak and numb
Or whether his nerves at last giv' in

To Aunt Shaw's everlasting chin

One day he slipped on the second stair,

Whirled round and grabbed at the empty air

And clean to the foot of them stairs ker-smack
He bumped on the bulge of his humped old back
And he'd hardly finished the final bump
When old Aunt Shaw she giv' a jump
And screamed downstairs as mad's a bug
"Dod-rot your hide, did ye break my jug?"

AUNT SHAW'S PET JUG-Continued

Poor Uncle Nathan lay there flat

Knocked in the shape of an old cocked hat,
But he rubbed his legs, brushed off the dirt,
And found after all, that he warn't much hurt,
And he'd saved the jug, for his last wild thought
Had been of that; he might have caught
At the cellar shelves and saved his fall,
But he kept his hands on the jug through all
And now as he loosed his jealous hug

His wife just screamed, “Did ye break my jug?”
Not a single word for his poor old bones

Nor a word when she heard his awful groans

But the blamed old hard-shelled turtle just
Wanted to know if that jug was bust.
Old Uncle Nathan he let one roar

And he shook his fist at the cellar door

"Did ye break my jug?" she was yellin' still,

"No, durn yer pelt, but I swow I will,"

And you'd thought that the house was a-goin' to fall
When the old jug smashed on the cellar wall.

Used by permisson of the author.

Small, Maynard & Co.,

Copies may be had from
Boston, Mass.

Victor Record 16831

AULD LANG SYNE

Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind,
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear

For auld lang syne,

We'll tak' o' cup o' kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,

And pu'd the gowans fine;

But we've wandered mony a weary foot,
Sin' auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty frien'

And gie's a hand o' thine,

And we'll tak' a right gude willy-waught

For auld lang syne.

Columbia Record 1238