THE HOME LOVE. 



EMORY HA WES. 



Give me a day on the Mexican line at a 



hundred and ten in the sun ; 

 Give me a horse with a convex spine and a 



steer that can jump and run; 

 Give me a whiff of that prairie wind, it's a 



better tonic than wine; 

 Give me a man who I know has sinned if 



he hasn't learned how to whine. 



Or a roaring night at Schultz's saloon, and 



a Briton's bellowing joke, 

 And French Pete's furious breakdown tune 



that screams thro' the frenzied 



smoke. 

 Give me the bullet-marked wreck of a room 



with its broken-paneled door; 

 Give me the stamping, thundering boom of 



booted feet on the floor ! 



Oh, the dull horizon's dun, and the blazing, 



brazen sun, 

 And the dust that warps the mind and 



chokes the soul ; 

 And the cattle dead and dying, and a 



ruined ranchman crying, 

 And the whiskey-laden, whooping oaths 



that roll ! 



Oh, the blizzard— blinding, howling — and 



the famished coyotes snarling, 

 And the shadows from our slowly failing 



fire ; 

 And the terror-tramping trail, and the pack 



mule in the gale — 

 Oh, the unmarked grave beside a springtime 



mire! 



Give me the jingle of seventy spurs and a 



lowering lantern's light ; 

 Give me the hush that the .45 stirs, and the 



whirlwind ride thro' the night ! 

 We'll forget the God that saves us, but the 



old life will claim its own, 

 And we'll feel that much-sung throbbing 



for the place that we call "Home." 



Give me one breath of the salt sea breeze, 



one night by an old Dutch hearth; 

 One lilt of the spring thro' the maple trees, 



one bound of my boyhood's heart ; 

 One fearless clasp of a girlish hand, one 



run through the orchard's snow; 

 One glimpse of the life of mv native land 



one day from the long ago! 



Give me the gloomy and grimy court; one 



case to win or lose ! 

 One lucky stroke my chief to report, one 



rush for the latest news! 

 One swaying note from the orchestra, one 



face divinely fair ! 

 One touch of the graces from afar, for the 



clear eyes smiling there ! 



A 20TH CENTURY DAWN. 



AMATEUR PHOTO CY F. H. KUTNEWSKY. 



It will be noted that while only half the sun's disk is above the hill the lower half appears 1 3 show 

 through the rim. Can anyone explain this strange freak of the camera ? 



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