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About Talent news. (Talent, Or.) 1892-1894 | View Entire Issue (Feb. 1, 1894)
WAGNER VALE. You may sing of the storied Rhine, With its castles by the score; Of Italy’s sunny clime Or HelUs' classic shore; But I’ll sing of a lovely vale, 'Neath Oregon’s brigheat sky - A fair sequestered dale, Where 1 would live and die. You may sing of the grand old Alps, Crowned with eternal snow, And the mighty glacial caps That threaten the vales below; . For capturing pit s and cakes That are lying loose around. 4 Of our clergy, too, I’d speak — The best in all the state, For through them one can seek The route to the (¡olden gate. The dudes of Wagner Vale Are imported from the states. They’re sent right through the mail At regular postage rates. Our upper-tens are great. J As none will e’er dispute, x They’re known all o’er the state From Talent to the Butte. * *>., The fruits of our lovely vale But Wagner’s towering peak, Are known from shore to shore, With rapturous song I’ll gieet; And the codI in moth and scale And the shady glens I ’ll seek, But make them prized the more. . That nestle at his feet. • You may sing of the Grampian Hills, Our roads cannot be beat, (¡0 where e’er you may; The pride of every Scot; They are so soft and deep How the Highlander’s bosom thrills And nary a toll to pay. With iove for his mountain cot; And the schools of Wagner vale But I’ll sing of the rugged heights Are indeed the very best, That guard our grand retreat, And the awe-inspiring sights For they can give points to Yale Or to any of the rest. That on every hand you meet. • . * You may sing of the tropic isles So now my song I’vesung, In the far Pacific sea, By proxy though it be; Where the balmy air beguiles My duty I have done The heart to melody; And once more I am free. Sung l»y W. J. Dean (largely assisted But in wandering near and far, by Miss. Emma Abbott) at the Talent No better clime I’ve found, Literary club, Decern! »er 29, 1S93. And I thank my lucky star Tune: Life on the Ocean Ware. For the good things that alwiund. No lovelier maids than ours A re found in any 1 ind, From Eden’s flowery bowers, To India’s coral strand. Our matrons are most fair, ’ As all the men will say; Dispute it none would dare, For the Old Nick would be to pay. Our halx'S are all aiccctf" And ‘ bouncing big” withal; Not elsewhere will you meet With babies that never squall. Our boys are gallant ami gay, So all the girls confess; They can spark from eve till day Without a moment’s rest. Our men are learned and wise, Indeed they’re men of note Ever ready to advise Their neighbors how to vote. Our hoods are jolly rakes; There like cannot be found FRANK HASTY, N otary P ublic , Agent for the following I nsurance Com panie : : T he NORTH CHANTILE : : MER- BRITISH I nsurance C o . < u LON DON ano EDINBURGH, I | | | | ; j I NEW YORK LIFE anh hie | STANDARD LIFE am » ACCIDENT Co. OF I >1:1 koi r ** On K E AL TIIE N ews S ta . ni », A> hi am », O regon