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Show VANQUISHED (To P. A.) By Tod Goodwin. "I was offered more drinks on Brigham Street in Salt Lake than I ever saw on Broadway," said the lady. Dally Paper. From Archambault's to the Lafayette, from Martin's up to Jack's I've seen them all around the town in taxi-cabs taxi-cabs and hacks; At Rector's and across the street, the Astor Orangerle, Both furnished me libations with uncommon uncom-mon frequency; From Browne's to old Rivorsl's and from Joel's to the Rltz I've tested my capacity, from Clicquot down to Schlitz, And until I came to Zion I had thought I d seen some rum, But believe me, breezy Brigham has put Broadway on the bum. When packing my belongings for the trip across the land, I was told the western country was a place of sage and sand, Where Nature's pale potation was the drink to take or leave, So I made a resolution and I said, "I get you Steve!" In my dreams I saw the pallid wastes down by the Panamints, And the endless tawny plains through which the Ogallala glints; And I thought with arid thorax of the ordeal yet to come But believe me, little Brigham street put Broadway on the bum. When I go back to Manhattan I will make for Broadway quick, It's the only restful haven for the shelter of the sick; There within its peace and quiet I will soon recuperate, And with vision vastly broadened I will never underrate. A boulevard in Zion where so many know the art Of the making of the K. T, in proportion, part for part; For believe me, little stranger, If you crave to see things hum Go West! For breezy Brigham has put Broadway on the bum. |
