The Major Breaks Into Rhyme
Location, San FranciscoThe Major Breaks Into Rhyme.
10.1
Not less stentorian than the
angry surf that beats the shore of,
Monterey Bay is the lyric defy
urled by Major McLaughlin, of
Santa Cruz and San Francisco,
at Wallace Irwin of New York.
Though of world-wide…
San Francisco
Location, San FranciscoSan Franciso.
39.4
She laughed upon her hills out there
Beside her bays of misty blue;
The gayest hearts, the sweetest air
That any city ever knew.
For I have whistled all the songs
That thrilled upon her care-free breath,
And I have…
A Toast
Location, San FranciscoA Toast.
6.2
I would drink a toast "New Frisco,"
Our beautiful city of godl;
The, health to her pretty maidens,
And health to her gallants bold.
Here's health to her patient mothers,
To her fathers old and gray;
Here's a quaff to our dear…
Resurgam!
Location, San FranciscoResurgam!
39.3
From ash and desolation
I will arise Imperial, triumphant-on my lips
The hill's song and the sea's song, and the mist
Of an eternal pity in my eyes.
From ash and desolation I will arise
And o'er my head the singing stars…
The Hirschman Clock
Location, San FranciscoThe Hirschman Clock.
6.4
April eighteenth at five o'clock
The Hirschman clock was ticking:
It watched the Kearny-Market block
And kept the minutes clicking.
Alas! when thirteen told that clook
There came a mighty earthquake shock.
Oh! woe to…
Please Come And Play In The My Yard
LocationPlease Come and Play in the My Yard
89-4
Two little girls, with two little curia, were living
side by side:
Ons little mald, cach morning played, in a yard so
grand and wide
But in the next house, na poor as a mouse, s chlid
gazed longitiyly
"Till…
A Rude Awakening
Location, San FranciscoA Rude Awakening.
50.7
They were talking of ages-
A giddy, old beau,
And a pretty, young maiden
Of eighteen or so.
"I am scarcely too ancient
For you, dear, am I?"
He whispered her softly
Through a plaintive sigh.
"Ah, the years are…
Phoenix Redivivus
Location, San FranciscoPhoenix Redivivus.
By Theodor H. Hittell
50.4
A light gleams o'er the Golden Gate;
A pall of of smoke o'erspreads the sky;
The burning city meets its fate;
In smouldering heaps its ruins lie.
The morning comes; another light.
Far brighter…