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BANKS WINTER.

ANKS Winter, you are summer all the time,

And you come from the sunny, southern clime

Of good old Georgia,

Where King Cotton holds high sway,

And Frank Stanton sings a lay,

Every single, blessed day,

Of good, old Georgia.

Banks Winter, you are greatest when you sing,
And your song has a touch of breezy spring,
In dear, old Georgia.

'Tis a happy, jolly throng

Of friends you've helped along,

With your kindness and your song,

In and out of Georgia.

Banks Winter, here's a flagon to your health. May you have that, and all you want of wealthIn and out of Georgia;

May you never have a fall,

From the joy, and love, and all,
That make the rose-covered wall
Around old Georgia.

These rugged and sturdy animals make a pleasing sight on the range. In bygone days there were ten or twelve species of the moose family in Idaho.

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ITHIN thy boundaries, Idaho,

W A wondrous empire lies,

From thy wide and fertile valleys
To the azure of thy skies;
From thy snow-crowned mountain summits
To thy canoned river walls,

'Mid a glorious scenic grandeur,
That bewilders and enthralls.

Thy waters, trending eastward,
Reach the gulf of Mexico,

And southward, 'long the Wasatch range,
To the Colorado flow,

And northward, 'mong the Coeur d'Alene,
Through beauteous Pend Oreille,

They reach the broad Columbia,

E'en from the Bridal Veil.

Thou art a princess, Idaho,
Among thy sister band,

And thy robe is rich in jewels
From Nature's lavish hand;
Majestic 'mid thy mountain crags,

Generous, strong and bold,

Thou givest from thy valleys, grain,
And from thy hills, pure gold.

Our Civil War President was an Illinois rail-splitter when a young man. He signed the Proclamation of Emancipation in 1863, and made his memorable address at Gettysburg later in the same year. The memory of Lincoln will never die.