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Handset Reminiscences; Recollections of an Old-Time Printer and Journalist
Jared Benedict Graham
No preview available - 2016
Handset Reminiscences: Recollections of an Old-Time Printer and Journalist
Jared Benedict Graham
No preview available - 2015
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Page 182 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Page 182 - Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, — instead of mounting barbed steeds, To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Page 38 - A'coming down the hill. The buckwheat cake was in her mouth, The tear was in her eye. Says I, I'm coming from the South, Susanna, don't you cry.
Page 275 - So fleet the works of men back to the earth again; Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.
Page 38 - I'm going to California The gold dust, for to see. I'll scrape the mountains clean, old girl, I'll drain the rivers dry, I'm off for California, Susanna, don't you cry ! Oh, Susanna, Don't you cry for me, I'm off for California With my wash bowl on my knee...
Page 38 - I had a dream the other night When all around was still, I thought I saw Susanna bright, A coming down the hill.
Page 299 - The Bulletin had numerous subscribers in Boston and New York who had learned to respect its mining reports. After that, though out of business, I got a leer from those who met me. There is nothing in language more potent to blast a man's character than that one word, blackmailer ! 4 ± Many incidents worth relating that I must leave untold occurred in Bingham during the years I was there.
Page 138 - Everybody had money to burn, and it might as well have been burned for all the good the bulk of it did — squandered as fast as...
Page 285 - ... days. My first number took well and quite a lot of subscriptions at $3 came in. Expenses were met from the jump, but at the end of three months nothing had been laid by, which didn't look good to me. When my esteemed predecessor showed up he still had a pain...
Page 89 - BRIDE. BY MRS. CRAWFORD. AWAY, away ! o'er the boundless deep, We'll merrily merrily roam ; Come, Anna ! break the mermaid's sleep, With a song of the Highland home. On the deep they stand, My gallant band, To guard thee, love, o'er the sea, To the spicy isles, Where the bright sun smiles With its golden fruits for thee. Look up, look up, my bonny bride ! Ah ! where do thy fond thoughts roam ? Do they seek Glenlochy's silver tide, And...