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Digital Library @ Villanova University
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Series: |
New York Weekly
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v. 49 no. 20
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Subject / Tag: |
Poem |
Part of: |
New York Weekly, v. XLIX, no. 20, March 10, 1894 (Issue) |
Author: |
Crawford, Jack, 1847-1917
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Date: |
March 10, 1894 |
Edition Description: |
[On Sunday last Captain Jack Crawford, the poet scout, had the peculiar duty of introducing the Mayer of Chicago to the waifs and newsboys of this big metropolis. It was on the occasion of the dinner that charity had provided for these little waits, and it remained for the poet scout to quell the uproar which the youngsters were making, long enough to make them listen to the mayor. After he had left this scene, with its pictures of ragged little ones almost fighting for food, hiding some of it to give to others, and ravenously devouring all they could, Captain Jack was touched by the sorrow of it, and presently wrote some verses in that mood. These I am fortunately able to offer here in print for the first time-Chicago Figaro] |
First Sentence: |
If I could clothe each jeweled thought |
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