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Show I' l ANTHEM 26. it " J (Delayed in Transmission.) I i i The "Twenty-five Songs of Utah," one of j which it is proposed to select as a state anthem, ' , have had a rather depressing effect upon the ' litterateurs of this section, who fondly hoped i that within these lovely vales some mute Ana- creon would startle the world with song, or that ' some delicate fingered native son might some j day smite the lyre of a Rossetti. The twenty- ! five samples of local poesy recently appearing as j the competitive output for the Tribune prize have I blasted any hope that we might be nursing some esoteric lyrical genius. Most of the verses are j sufficiently weird to unhinge a printing press, I arid all go to show that this climate is much bct- j. ter adapted to raising potatoes than poets, j . The Office Boy seriously deliberated upon en- tering the competition, but was held back by that native modesty which is a predominating trait of r everyone in the entire sanctum. Upon looking I over the Tribune specimens, however, the Boy felt that he had underrated his talents and that I had his lyrical quatrains been submitted', they I would have stood a splendid chance for at least I show money in such company. That he made a E serious mistake in not entering the race is shown I by. the appended anthem, which is herewith pub- I lished for the first time, after having undergone a I few slight metrical corrections. I From Eph-ri-am to Cutler's store I : Utah we love for evermore; I And it is ourn, Old Uncle Sam, j I From Cutler's store to Eph-ri-am.." I Our, English is. young Igorrotti I We ain't wise to table de hote, I But you bet your sweet lives I . . . -JL You can't beat us for wives, And we're It when we go up to vot-ee. We love thy vales, dear Utah, With lovely flowers strewn; And we have a fellow-feeling for That nice S. L. Tribune. We like the glorious Union From a certain point of view; We love J. Mostyn Owen And Frankie Cannon, too Chorus: We l" the Gentile voters (In the same way we love sharks), And we never vote without a note . From the dear old hierarchs. . Utah is for mine Nevada may be fine, With its silver and gold, But it's out in the cold, Because of Utah. , Chorus: I love our sugar beets, Carrots and other sweets; Our agriculture can't be beat; Utah's where I live. Utah, the land of the brave pioneer, We'll drink to thy health in a bumper of beer Utah! Land where we smile at the statutes and laws, Land of one papa and many mammas, Utah! Utah! Utah! O, rear thy head, thou precious land, Found on July the twenty-fourth; ' Hail! to that precious pioneer band; Let the deeds they done forever stand forth. O Utah, in thy rearing mountains, . . . And also in thy vales and hollers, . . Great silver wealth is laid away That some day will be changed to dollars. O land of the cactus and land of the free, O Utah, we think a great deal of thee! |
