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Show o SOME ANTHEMS. Since Tho Tribune offered a cash prize for a state anthem, this ofllco has been besieged with letters enclosing en-closing anthems, the writers of which seem to think that this Is tho placo to send them. We reproduce tho letters let-ters accompanying tho said anthems, and tho anthems, so that tho Tribune can save the expense of putting them In typo, wo agreeing to let them "lift" the matter the samo as tho Telegram Tele-gram "lifts" tho most of its stuff from tho Tribune. Anthem No. 1. Koosharom, July 29. To the Editor: Edi-tor: Enclosed find an anthem. 1 never wroto an anthem before, although al-though I used to send poetry to tho Kanab Clipper and to tho Salina Sun, I all of which was published, as you can ' see if you will take tho trouble to look back over their old papers. 1 suppose tho anthem ought to bo somothlng that will please tho fellows who run the Trlbuue olso they won't' pay anything, so 1 have tried to write to suit. Yours respectfully, Parcher Jones. Oh, Utah, tho home of tho Hiorarch, Tho land of tho tithe paying crow; Tho shrino of each Mormon's devotion; devo-tion; Wo all tako our hats off to you. Thy mandates make Saints to assemble I Some gather without and some with And thy banners mako Gentiles to treirhle When bcrm ty Joseph P. Smith. yhen the Spanish war f i-3t busied ' " ow-ut And threatened our country to wreck; Dold Utah the foemen to row-ut Put a lot of her "CannonB" on deck. With Furious Jen. in the senate And John Q. on horseback so bravo 'Twas then that wo knew that our Utah v Was elected the country to save. When the silver men the nation to j capturo Our financial laws tried to burn 'Twas then Utah found a hero In the shape of our dear Tommy Kearns. And with Furious J. In convention At St. Louis Some eight years ago; He stood for the- Grand Old, Old Party And yelled for McKinley you know. CHORUS. Three cheers for our Utah forever; Three more for Frankio and Tom Threo cheers for dear Colonel Nelson Three cheers for dear Joey Llppmon. I had to spell tho words that way to make tho music, but It don't make r any difference in an anthem, P. Jones. Anthem No. 2. Skootumpah, July 30 To .the Editor. Edi-tor. Enclosed find a anthem. I have been writing anthems nil my life and I this is tho best I over writ. If it is printed please send tho five hundred to mo at this place as I need the money to buy hay. Tho hay crop is bad this year. Yours truly as ever your friend. James Modders. Oh, say can you see by the light of the moon; What wo thought that wo saw about an hour before sundown; Floating high in tho sky o'er the dear old Tribune; Which wo hope to seo float about tho time tho moon's gone down. I We can hear Joey swear, and Frank rip and tear, And the soft voice of Nelson, as he kneels in prayer, And wo hope that tho banner of freedom will wave Though from reading tho Trlbuno It looks like a close shave. For hero Is a band of bad "hierarchy" "hier-archy" men; Who've sworn to lay low In the dust of tho city, Tho white banner of peace that floats over tho den Where Frank and his pard write their stories so pretty; About Joseph Smith and his co-partners with In tho game that's to mako of loved Utah a ruin, And upon a rough guess we should rather say yes That in Utah a whole lot of trouble is browin'. But so long as Frank J. and his friend Tommy Kearns Live in Utah we're sure that no trouble will kill us; For in their largo hearts enough firo burns To sot us ablazo and completely fill us. 4 Then conquer wo must If in both them wo trust; Because wo aro certain our couso it is just; And "purity's" banner we're sure will long wave, 'Cause Frank, Joe and tho Colonel will dear Utah save. o |