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Show flaw. Chorus. At Abraham, they say. There are those who ' came to stay, And they're happy and contented all the time; Others have the moving bee, In their bonnets, don't you see, And all they can do is sit and whine. - Chorus. But we'll put up the shovel and the hoe, And we'll take down the fiddle fid-dle and the bow, And we'll sing with vim and snap Till we put it on the map, The quaint little city of Wood-row. Wood-row. We will work with all our might, And we'll try to do what's right We are "Willing Wives" of men not made of straw. Then we'll shed no bitter tears, But we'll give three rousing cheers To Utah. Hurrah! Hurrah!! Hurrah!!! 2nd Chorus. Refreshment stand on Clark street all day on the Fourth. Woodrow Items Mr. Jeff Clark is in California. We understand that he is there to sell his property, preparatory to a still more heavy investment in the promising Delta country. Jeff is a pood business man and is not going to allow good opportunities oppor-tunities for investment to pass him by. Messers. Frank Nutsch, A. Ackerman, and Mr. Robinson took a trip Monday to the hills bordering the Pahvant Valley on the north, for the purpose of surveying the land preparatory to filing a homestead claim. They returned with enthusiastic praises of the country surveyed. The Strickley Brothers have just completed a fine well on their homestead three miles east of Woodrow. Fritz Nutsch who has been quite ill for the past week with mountain fever, is now improve-ing. improve-ing. The next meeting of the Jolly Stichers will be at the home of Mrs. Jenkins, the ladies have adopted a new song, showing their loyalty to their home, as follows: (Tune of Old Uncle Ned) There's a town not on the map, But the people have the snap To put it there ere many days go by. We are loyal pioneers, And we will not yield to tears, For we find it better far to laugh than cry. Chorus. Then we'll hang up the fiddle and the bow, And we'll take down the shovel shov-el and the hoe, And from early morn till late We will gladly irrigate, For that's how the good crops grow. One friend from Sugarville Says that she has had her fill, And wants to go to Cal-i-for-ni-a. Others, down at Sutherland, Say they don't understand, For in Utah they cannot find a |
