Good-bye to Chinatown

Good-Bye Chinatown.
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Oh! where are the smells of Chinatown
That punctured the sait sea air,
And the steep lod street and the sandal’d Dot’s Feet!
And the Nolpe? fend in his lair?
Oh! where are the lanterns that swung anout,
With their dragons of yellow and red,
And the shuffling string of yellow men
And hte “kid with the bells on his head?

Where are the gambling clubs now gone,
With their doors of iron and oak,
And the passage below and the josshouse bells
And the pungy smell of smoke?
And where is the pawnshop overr the way,
And the fish and the varnished pork.
And the bound-foot maid and the “Mell- can Chink,”
And the guide that did no work?

Gone! All gone in a puff of smoke
On that IS; useful April morn,
And never again in a white men’s land
Should a Chinatown be born.
They called it a pest and cursed it well-
It they with must go and see,
And they loved it too ‘twixt me and you,
This town of the “Heathen Chinee.
Percy F. Montgomery.