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FO' you ask me do, 'bout Lucie, gel?

You know some thing 'bout heem and me?
Eef I think dat, by gar, I bus yo' face,
Eef not, pardonnez, Moos-soo, oui.

Oh Gee! How say you dat?-I love dees gel,
An' much I think, he love me some,

Till wan fine day he 'lope, 'way in de night,
Wid-w'at you call?-wan Major Drum.

Yez, yez!-you right-drum major-vera tall,
An' pitch wan pole 'way up and down,
'Long fron' de ban' till sho you think he own
De street, an' maybe, all de town!

Dees Major Drum-oui-yaz-I unnerstan'-
Drum major-well some tam he come,

Some mo' 'long fron' dat minstrel ban' herebout,
Den I bus heem-w'at you call-plumb.

De ban'-dem udder men dat play on horn-
Dey'll heem pick up an' wonder some-
'Cause he is loss, beeg hat an' all-an'-guess,
W'ere. he is gone, dat Major Drum?

My lobe ees gone-twice gone-gone out my heart,
An' gone wid dat bum Major Drum;

An' nex' I know, 'way down in Or-lee-ans,
Dat gel be sellin' some kine gum.

An' maybe den, wan market day, some tam,
I gone wid melon-maybe shoat-
An' see dat gel, an' feel so mad an' wile,
I turn dat-what you call?-de goat.

Eef so dat ees, I buy de gum, all out,
An' Lucie, he come home wid me,
Den s'all I willin' be de goat or mule-
Af Lucie say it-yaz siree!

The Pine Tree State" is said to have derived her name from Henrietta Marie. Camping, boating and fishing, amidst beautiful natural scenery, are attractions for healthful recreation.

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ROM St. John river south to where
The Piscataqua empties in

And helps to swell Atlantic's tide,
Folks that go summering have been;
And when they come careering back,
And looking proud, and tanned, and vain,
One wishes he had gone there too;
Away down in Maine.

Old Orchard, Casco Bay and Orr's,
And every cool, inviting nook,

Along the shores and 'mong the lakes-
Also Anasagunticook—

Just simply teem with fish and game,

And one may dodge the dog days' strain And hunt, and row, and have a time, Away down in Maine.

In that old State, the first that's named
Among the Union sisterhood,

The folks are broad, and frank, and free;
The whole world there seems fresh and good.
But while a stranger in that land,

If you'd return clear-minded, sane,
Don't try to bag the local names,
Away down in Maine.

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"BATTLE MONUMENT," BALTIMORE, MARYLAND.

The "Old Line State," with her bays, coves, rivers, mountains and valleys, and her diversified industries, has a history of unsurpassing interest. "Battle Monument," in the Monumental City, commemorates one of her brave deeds.

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despot's heel is on thy shore,

Maryland, my Maryland!

No torch is at thy temple door,
Maryland, my Maryland!
There is no temple on thy soil,
And never was; this but the moil
Of poet's brain, that had to boil,
Maryland, my Maryland!

Thy exiled sons have all come home,
Maryland, my Maryland!

Or somewhere else they choose to roam,
Maryland, my Maryland!

"Twould be for woe and not for weal To gird thy beauteous limbs with steel, And if you did you couldn't kneel, Maryland, my Maryland!

The fact is you are feeling prime,
Maryland, my Maryland!

And having just as fine a time,

Maryland, my Maryland!

As any sister in the band,

And you're a credit to the land

"Tis time that wail of woe was canned, Maryland, my Maryland!