THE SUNDAY OREGONIAjST, PORTLAND. JAXTJARY 29, 1911.-
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1. John VVinthrop Hancock Bunkerhill a glorious name to bear!
The scion of a Boston house, blue blood beyond compare!
And all his pride of pedigree, in lieu of money prize,
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" 2. --His family was as poor as Job's. "But never mind' thought she.
-'"For breeding tells, and Winthrop should a splendid husband be.
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My wealth and his great name will make a combination fine.
Twill open up the jealous eyes of certain friends of mine!
3. Hetymswer gladdened Winthrop's heart. 4And now, my own," he cried.
To have you meet my family will give me joy and pride'
So'on the train to Boston went the lovers one fine day
To meet the tribe of Bunkerhill, lined up in bright array.
4. The house was old and tumble down, a relic of the past.
The Widow saw its battered look and almost stood aghast.
'Bulah!':$he thought, "for love of John my wealth will make repairs!"
And she rushed to meet the family, who waited, up the stairs.
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5. She entered the old "drawing, room, and there they-sat in state.w"'
She felt a chill upon herJieart and on her brain a weight.
She stood expecting greetings warm, but, oh, there came no word!
A rather worldy person!' was the whisper that she heard.
6. And then from aunts and uncles came a string of questions cold.
"What is your fam'ly pedigree?" "Is yours a lineage old?"
"Do you appreciate the boon that John has offered you,
Of giving you our ancient name for yours, unknown- and new?"
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7. The Widow blushed. She looked at John, and on his face she spiejd 0's
Reflections of ancestral awe, and foolish fam'ly pride.
Come, woman, what's your pedigree?" She heard the question cleat
hrom out the swarm of Bankerhuls, that Jury so severe.
5- 'My pedigree!" the Widow sneered. "Too old compared to yours! ' " .
My lineage I trace 'way back through centuries, scores and scores.
I fear your line's not long enough!" They gasped in blank surprise. x ''
"YOU SEE, I TRACE CLEAR BACK TO EVE!" exclaimed the Widow Wise.
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