A Toast October 13, 1900. A year ago, 'mid grief and woe, the parting filled our hearts with pain. But now our sadness is changed to gladness Our President is home again. O'er seas and oceans with fond emotions we've followed him on his winding way, With our hearts on fire with keen desire for the advent of this blessed day. He visited the fountain-head of this most ancient royal game; He's played, methinks, on every links that years have given a world-wide fame. By observation and discrimination his firm convictions none can forestall. We're mighty proud, for he hath avowed Midlothian is the best of all. The months of snow he spends at Pau -" le jeu de golf" they call it there. In spring again, at Compiegne he plays the game and sees the Fair. From summer's heat he makes retreat, as any fellow would have done, And so he's got on board a yacht bound for the Land of the Midnight Sun. On that promontory so grim and hoary that sternly frowns o'er the Arctic deeps, In the mystic light of that strange midnight where the sun its solemn vigil keeps, The visions come of the distant home, the sum and center of all earthly joy, And his heart is thronging with love and longing for the bonny prairies of Illinois. But now he's home, no more to roam, and joy untrammeled rules the roast. And in his praise this cup I raise and pledge you all in this my toast: "To George R. Thorne; no man is born can find his equal, try who can ! Behold him here whom we revere, the truest type of gentleman!" Midlothian Team Song Composed for and First Sung on the Trip to Kansas City. I looked over yonder, and who did I see? Midlothian's champion! CHORUS. Midlo-Midlothian ! Never was a team like you ! Midlo-Midlothian ! Never was a team like you ! Who did I meet as I came in ? Be sure I am telling you true. 'Twas old Jim Hinkley and Sallie Lynn* Never was a team like you! CHORUS. Now who's that yonder a-wearing that smile A smile of childlike glee? 'Tis Wallace de Golf displaying his style To an admiring galleree. CHORUS. *Sarah Lynn Hinkley, the lady champion of Midlothian. Midlothian Team Song Who did I see behind the barn When the shadows began to fall? 'Twas old Rube Donnelley trying to larn To keep his eye on the ball. CHORUS. And who was that 'longside of Rube? As sure as the world 'twas old Prof. Zeub, CHORUS. Who did I see as I walked round, A-making those fearful dubs? 37 'Twas Jin Ricky Morron plowing up the ground, Breaking in a new set of clubs. CHORUS. Who did I hear as I passed by, A-cussin' till the air was blue? 'Twas old Cal 'Mith with the eagle eye, Trying for the twelfth in two! CHORUS. Now who was that, that I just passed? CHORUS. Who did I see a-wand'ring round, As though he was off his nut? 'Twas old Steady Gilson, his eye on the ground, Trying for a thirty-foot putt. CHORUS. Now who was that I met outside With a bagful of golfing tools? 'Twas old Jim Stack with a Spalding Guide, Trying for to learn the rules. CHORUS. But who was that, that I passed by CHORUS. Now what was that queer-acting thing, And what was it trying to do? 'Twas just Bert Daniels practicing his swing And trying for to follow through. CHORUS. But who was that a-making tracks As frisky as a year-old colt? 'Twas young John Clay with his battleax A-giving the ball a jolt. |