VOICES WEST: COWBOY POETRY ON POSTCARD SECTION
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* Indicates from the collection of Alan V. Miller

* Adams, James Barton. "The cowboy." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., [Curt Teich & Co.], [1939]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 1251 / 9A-H2564. From "In the trail."

"The cowboy." The bawl of a steer to a cowboy's ear Is music of sweetest strain, And the yelping notes of the gray coyotes To him are a glad refrain; The rapid beat of his bronc's feet On the sod as he speeds along Keeps livening time to the ringing rhyme Of his rollicking cowboy song. His eyes are bright and his heart is light As the smoke of his cigarette; There's never a care for his soul to bear, No troubles to make him fret: For a kingly crown in the noisy town His saddle he wouldn't change -- No life so free as the life we see, Way out on the cattle range.

* Ahrens, Carsten. "Merry Rollo de Trap..." [Washington, DC]: United States Department of the Interior, National Park Service, [1940s]. (Safety post card no. 5) 16-46126-1.

"Merry Rollo de Trap" Merry Rollo de Trap Had no use for a map, And he never would stay on the path. He loved to jaywalk, But trails made him balk; And a guide just inspired his wrath. One moon all alone In the vast Yellowstone, Rollo started out yod'ling refrains; Disappeared in the wilds, Where there're miles of square miles, And they never did find his remains.

* Andrews, Wesley. "Just crying for you out here in the West." Portland, OR: Wesley Andrews Co., c1937. (C.T. Art-Colortone) "Famous Indian papoose twins; photo copyright Lee Moorehouse." 230 / 7A-H1564 Same image used for A sad little pair of Indian papooses.

"Just crying for you out here in the West." We're sad because we're lonesome When you're so far away, We hope you'll come and cheer us We hope you'll come and play. We're 'Out Where the West Begins' There's hunting and sparkling streams, The sky is blue and the mountains, too; A land of lakes and dreams. So 'Bring your Boots and Saddles' Old Pinto is neighing for you. You need a change to a 'Home on the Range' And begin life over anew.

* Andrews, Wesley. "Oregon Coast highway." Portland, OR: Wesley Andrews Co., c1938. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 1000 / 8A-H3199

"Oregon Coast highway." From Columbia to Crescent Redwoods, A highway of rapture and thrills, Panorama of colorful vistas, By ocean cliffs, sand dunes and hills. Bright flowers, and the gay colored fauna, Dark greens of the cedars and pines, Tall, stately spruce, the firs and the myrtle, Sunken gardens, blossoms and vines. Long, wide tree lanes, and yellow-striped highway Banked with bright azaleas and fern, Aristocratic wild rhododendrons, Scented, greet you at every turn.

View the majestic, towering bridges, Spanning tide-swept rivers and bays, High over the masts of tiny fish-boats, Arched structures which beckon the gaze. The grandeur of mighty Neptune's combers, Splashing high on the light-house shore, In contrast with the mild waves and billows, Beach sands, washed by surf evermore. Turn your gaze, to the path-of-gold sunset, Where white-caps splash clouds on the sea, So, behold, as you travel this highway, Beauty, splendor, poem, all three.

* Andrews, Wesley. "Peaceful Pacific." Portland, OR: Wesley Andrews Co., 1937. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 999 / 7A-H48

"Peaceful Pacific." The sun sinks West on the Ocean's crest, Bringing thoughts of a day well spent; On the beach we find free heart and free mind Among the best joys heaven sent. Here the weary hearts from the city marts, Come teeming down to the sea; Mid the dunes, on their breast, can be found perfect rest, And the tired soul set free. The waves and the sands, the gulls and the clams, Are at play at the edge of the world; And ships as they pass through the billowy mass, Bear flags of all nations unfurled.

Here may we gaze at the beautiful maze, Far out on the summer sea- Hear the roll of the surf as it spreads to the turf, Like sweet memories that come back to me. No picture so grand from the hand of man, Compares to the setting sun, With its golden light and the sea's twilight, A tableau - the Day is Done. The soft moon light sweeps the waves at night, Trods the deep and its fathoms explore, From our cozy nest we gaze toward the West, Looking out from the Pacific shore.

* "Arizona state card : Grand Canyon, Arizona." [S.l. : s.n.], [c1916]. 6028

"Arizona state card." Wealth does Arizona hold In her mines and hearts of gold, In her towering Canon Grand Till she seems, 'The promised land'. [1916]

* "Arizona state card: Grand Canyon, Arizona." Denver: Williamson-Haffner Co., 1908. 6028. "Copyright 1908 by Williamson-Haffner Co., Denver."

* Barker, S. Omar. "Boar's Nest batcher." [U.S.A.], [1930s]. Real photo postcard

"Boar's Nest batcher." I'm holdin' down the Boar's Nest, an' a-cookin' for myself; A chunk of sow hangs from a nail, the lick can's on the shelf. The prunes is schwivelled up so hard they take two days to boil. I'm outa baking powders an' I'm outa latern oil. My coffee pot has sprung a leak; the gravy that I make Would float a two pound biskit, an' my pepper can won't shake. The bootjack sets beside the bunk I ain't made up in weeks, An' whiskers thick as grammer grass adorns my manly cheeks!...

* "[A bear! A bear!]." [S.l. : s.n.], [c1949]. (Wildcat, Wyo. stamped on cover. Woman on horse.)

"A bear! A bear!" A bear! A bear! I do declare! I'm scared as I can be. It's just my luck my horse should buck And spill poor little me!.

* "The beautiful Columbine: Colorado's State flower." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co.; Chicago: C.T. Co., [1928]. 507 / 14697 (C.T. American Art Colored)

Places and places, where none can climb,
God has planted his Columbine,
Nestled close to Mt. Holy Cross,
Where, gently, their nodding heads do toss.

* "Better beat it. [Chicago]: A.H. Co., [1908]. 276 Poem on cover. Signed: Sanglierz

"Better beat it." Would you get cold feet? Would you "vamooose Pete?" If a real live cowboy girl you'd meet Or just stick around and stand your ground And be a hero true and sound. [c1908]

 

* Birks, H. Fred. "The cowboy's farewell to the dry-land farmer." Great Falls, MT: Chas. E. Morris Co., [1915]. R-56938 "CEM Kwality Co."

"The cowboy's farewell to the dry-land farmer." A Cowboy lay out on the prairie, He said it was all off with him; He had two quarts of good whiskey And nearby a full quart of gin. His saddle he use as a pillow, His blanket he used for a bed And when he awoke from his slumber, These words to himself he then said: Farwell, you scissorbill farmers! You're driving me far from my home You've homesteaded all of the country, Where the slick-ears and mavericks roamed. No more we'll bed able to rustle, As in the ol days gone by -- Then he took a big drink from his bottle Of good old '99 rye...

* Broad, R. Jr. "Pahaska's tepee: the Colonel Cody (Buffalo Bill) Memorial." Golden, CO: Johnny Baker; Chicago: C.T. Co., 192-. (C.T. American Art Colored) 87140

"Pahaska's tepee." A tomb upon Mount Lookout's summit lies, Pahaska's resting place, throned in the skies. Below, the plains on which his life was spent, On far horizons join the firmament, While, to the west, o'er slopes of spruce and pine, The snow capped giants of the Rockies shine...

* Buck, Audrey Souder. "Custer's grave." Spokane, WA: J.L. Robbins Co.; Chicago: C.T. Co., 192-. (C.T. American Art Colored; JLR Co.) 8715 / 108645

"Custer's grave." Yellow haired Chief, they laid you, Custer, here. You cared not where; nor love, nor grief, nor fear Could move you more, in that high bed where blows The mountain wind in titan, frenzied throes...

  Buck, Audrey Souder. "Old timer." Spokane, WA: J.L. Robbins Co.; Chicago: CT Co., [c1940]. (C.T. American Art Colored; JLR Co.) About the vanishing buffalo.

"Old Timer." I long fur the West I uster know; I'm sick o' this bluff an' style; When life from Tuscon to Silver Bow Was worth the livin' awhile. I'm tired o' fine cars, an' ladies in pants; I like 'em with skirts near the groun'; With pride in their step, an' a icy glance Which makes a bold man look down. A pine fur the Injuns in feathers an' paint, An' the buffalo bulls on the slope, An' outlaw broncs, an' steers which cain't Be busted, an' all that dope...

* Buck, Audrey Souder. "Out where the mountains kiss the sky." Spokane, WA: J.L. Robbins Co.; Chicago: CT Co., 193-. (C.T. American Art Colored; JLR Co.) 911 / 108646

"Out where the mountains kiss the sky." Out where the mountains kiss the sky, Where the lone wolf howls to the bobcat's cry, Where a brave man's name will never die; O, that's the land for me! Out where the wants of a man are few, Where the smiles are rare, but the handclap true, Where each fragrant morn may a dream bring ture; O, that's the land for me!

Out where your dog, a willing steed, And a day's grubstake are all you need; With a friend thrown in, you're rich indeed; O, that's the land for me! Out where they ask not what you've been, Away from the crowd, and the smoke, and the din; Out in the West, a new life to begin; O, that's the land for me!

* Burchette, George. "California." Los Angeles, CA: George Burchette, 1946. "Natural color post card made in U.S.A. by E.C. Kropp Co., Milwaukee, Wis. (GDY)." "California's original oil painting in verse; photo copyright Frasher's Inc." 18302N

"California." It is always summertime in this fair land; It is hard for one to understand. Orange blossoms fill the air; Fragrant perfume everywhere. Roses bloom beside your door; Bathers stroll along the shore. And just beyond, of course you know, Mountainpeaks are white with snow. Gardenias, orchids, white and blue Would like to pin themselves on you.

Pepper trees in gowns of lace Add their beauty to the place. Palm trees tall and shaggy sway, Guardsmen of the long highway. A few miles out the desert waits, Just outside the City's gates ... Cactus, sagebrush, silvery sand; This is truly Wonderland!!!!!

* "A California Christmas greeting." Los Angeles: M. Kashower Co., [1929]. No. 4

"A California Christmas greeting." The Christmas days are drawing near Back where you sit with frozen ear While I from California send Warm greetings and good cheer, Dear friend. [c1929]

* "The call of the trail." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir, [1930]. 207 / 0A4013

"The call of the trail." The call of the wild in not over the sea It comes from the west, the Trail is free My automobile is the castle key That opens the western world to me. The sweep of the hills in their distant view Nor the roll of the plains I never knew Till the Call of the Trail lured me out to view The wonderful spots where the west in new.

* "The call of the trail: an inviting road in the Rockies." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir; Chicago, IL: C.T. Co., c1930. 353 / 0A4013

* Camp, F.B. "Bugs. What tha'!!?" [Arizona]: Cummings, [1916]. Verses by F.B. Camp. WWI poem.

"Bugs. What tha'!!?" Bugs of every description Variety, color and kind, Some with two legs on the front end, Others with several behind; Turantulas, lizards and beetles, That fly and walk and crawl, Bugs with a poisonous stinger, That look like a carpenters awl.

* Candelario, J.S. “Candelario’s.” Santa Fe, NM: Original Old Curio Store, 193-

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Albuquerque, N.M.: The Art Mart; Chicago, IL: C.T. Co., 1930s. (C.T. American Art Colored). "Copyright J.R. Willis." C-16 / 121602

* Chapman, Arthur. " Out where the West begins." Baker, OR: Leo Adler, nd. (Everett, MA: Metropolitan) 43975

"Out where the West begins." Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins; Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That's where the West begins...

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Belfield, ND: Hafstrom Co., [1951]. "Pompey's Pillar, central Montana." "Tichnor Quailty Views." 76 / 77416

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Chicago: Curteich, nd. (C.T. American Art) Distributed by: Southwest Post Card, Co., Albuquerque, NM. On cover: J.R. Willis. 16 / 121602-N

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Chicago: Curteich, nd. (C.T. American Art) Distributed by: J.R. Willis, Albuquerque, NM. On cover: J.R. Willis. 16 / 121602

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Dallas, TX: Walraven Brothers, [c1938].

* Chapman, Arthur. “Out where the West begins.” Dallas, TX: Dallas Post Card Co.; Everett, MA: Metrocraft, 193- 43976 / TEX-3

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Denver, CO: Denver News Co., nd. (Metrocraft, Everett, MA) N151 / 43975

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Denver, CO: H.H. Tammen Co., [1940s] (Metrocraft ?, Everett, MA) N96 / 43976 See also Rapid City publication.

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., 1934. (C.T. Art-Colortone) "Poem of the West." 4A-H9 / 982

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir, nd. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 435 / 108833 "Long's Peak, (alt. 14,255 ft.), Estes Park." "Photo by Gerald J. Clarke."

"Out where the West begins." Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins; Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That's where the West begins. Out where the skies are a trifle bluer, Out where the friendship's a little truer, That's where the West begins; Out where a fresher breeze is blowing, Where there's laughter in every streamlet flowing, Where there's more of reaping and less of sowing, That's where the West begins.

Out where the world is in the making, Where fewer hearts with despair are aching, That's where the West begins; Where there's more of singing and less of sighing, Where's there's more of giving and less of buying, And a man makes friends without half trying, That's where the West begins.

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir, nd. (C.T. Chicago) "Mount Holy Cross, Colorado." 202 / 97844

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir, 1930s. "Mount Holy Cross, Colorado." 202 / 97844-N

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Gallup, NM: J.R. Willis; Chicago : C.T Co., nd. (C.T. Art Colored) On cover: ©J.R. Willis. C-16 / 121602

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Los Angeles, CA: Western Publishing and Novelty, [1939]. [Chicago: C.T. and Co.] (C.T. Art-Colortone) 398 / 9A-H2580

* Chapman, Arthur. “Out where the West begins.” Omaha, NE: Barkalow Bros.; Chicago: C.T. Co., 193- (C.T. American Art Colored.) "Mount Holy Cross, Colorado; On Union Pacific System." 97844

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Omaha, NE: Barkalow Bros., nd. (C.T. American Art) "Mount Holy Cross, Colorado." 405 / 97844-N

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Pomona, CA: Frasher's, [1940s]. Real Photo Postcard. DOPS.

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Portland, OR: Wesley Andrews, [1934]. "Mt. Hood from Lost Lake, Oregon." 903 / 4A127-N

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Portland, OR: Wesley Andrews Co., 1940. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 176 / OB-H89

"Out where the West begins." Out where the handclasp's a little stronger, Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins; Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That's where the West begins...

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Rapid City, SD: Black Hills Novelty and Mfg. Co.; Everett, MA: Metropolitan, [1940s]. 43976 See also Denver publication.

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Rapid City, SD: Johnston and Bordewyk, [c1948]. N151 / 43975

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Seattle, WA: C.P. Johnston, 1940s. 48378

* Chapman, Arthur. " Out where the West begins." Spokane, WA: J.L. Robbins, [c1930]. (Chicago: C.T. & Co.) 8716 / 112943

"Out where the West begins." Out where the handclasp's a little stronger Out where the smile dwells a little longer, That's where the West begins; Out where the sun is a little brighter, Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter, Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter, That's where the West begins...

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Spokane, WA: J.L. Robbins Co., [c1930]. [Chicago: C.T. and Co.] (C.T. Art-Colored) 5703 / 88021

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Spokane, WA: J.L. Robbins Co. (JLR Co), [c1930]. 5703 / A-88021

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Spokane, WA: John W. Graham and Co., [c1930]. "Made by Metropolitan, Everett, Mass." 43976

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Spokane, WA: Robbins-Tillquist, [c1930]. (Chicago: C.T. and Company) 8716 / 112943-N

* Chapman, Arthur. "Out where the West begins." Yellowstone Park, WY: Haynes Inc., [c1957]. "Copyright 1919 by Arthur Chapman."

* "Christmas greetings from California: Yosemite Valley from Inspiration Point." Los Angeles, CA: M. Kashower Co., [1924].

"Christmas greetings from California." Greetings from the land of flowers Where all Christmas joys are ours, And I waft this message true: May it bring the same to you. [c1924]

* Clark, Badger. "Cowboys' prayer." Baker, OR: Leo Adler, 193-. (Everett, MA: Metropolitan) 45039

* Clark, Badger. “Cowboys’ prayer.” Denver, CO: Denver News Co.; Everett, MA: Metrocraft, 193- N175 / 45039

* Clark, Badger. "Cowboys' prayer." [Las Vegas, NV]: Nevada Photo Services, nd. (Everett, MA: Metropolitan) 45039

"Cowboys' prayer." O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, And looked upon your work and called it good. Just let me live my life as I've begun! And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a partner of the wind and sun, And I won't ask a life that's soft and high. Make me as big and open as the plains; As honest as the horse between my knees; Clean as the wind that blows behind the ruins; Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze. Just keep an eye on all that's done and said; Just right me sometime when I turn aside; And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead -- That stretches upward towards the Great Divide.

* Clark, Badger. "Cowboys' prayer." Oklahoma City, OK: Mid-Continent News Co., 193-. Made by Metropolitan, Everett, Mass. 45039

* Clark, Badger. “Cowboys’ prayer.” Rapid City, SD: Johnston and Bordewyk, 193-. Made by Metropolitan, Everett, Mass. 45039

* Conard, John. "This is Kansas." [Chicago]: Curteichcolor Art Creation, [1957]. 7C-K480 "Photo courtesy of Kansas Industrial Development Commission."

* Cory, J.C. "Take me back to old Montana." Butte, MT: Silver Bow News Co.; Chicago: Curteich, [1910s]. (C.T. American Art) 73771-N

"Take me back to old Montana." Take me back to old Montana Where there's plenty room and air; Where there's cotton wood an' pine trees, Bitter root and prickly pear; Where there aint no pomp nor glitter, Where a shilling's called a "bit" ... (cont'd)

* Cory, J.C. "Take me back to old Montana." Minneapolis, MN: Bloom Bros. Co., [c1914]. R-27014 (see "Old Montana.")

"Take me back to old Montana." Take me back to old Montana Where there's plenty room and air; Where there's cottonwood an' pine trees, Bitter root and prickly pear; Where there aint no pomp nor glitter, Where a shilling's called a "bit," Where at night the magpies twitter, Where the Indian fights were fit. Take me back where the sage is plenty, Where there's rattlesnakes and ticks; Where a stack of whites cost twenty: Where they don't sell gilded bricks ... (cont'd)

* Cory, J.C. "Take me back to old Montana." Chicago: Curteich; Spokane, WA: Keenan News Agency, 194-. (C.T. American Art) 73771-N / 909

"Take me back to old Montana." Take me back to old Montana. Where there's plenty room and air; Where there's cottonwood an' pine trees, Bitter root and prickly pear; Where there ain't no pomp nor glitter, Where a shilling's called a "bit," Where at night the magpies twitter, Where the Injun fights were fit. Take me back where the sage is plenty, Where there's rattlesnakes and ticks; Where a stack of "whites" cost twenty, Where they don't sell gilded bricks; Where the old Missouri river, An' the muddy Yellowstone, Make green patches in the Bad Lands Where old Sittin' Bull was known.

Take me where there ain't no subways, Nor no forty-story shacks; Where they shy at automobiles, Dudes, plug hats an' three-rail tracks; Where the old sun-tanned prospector, Dreams of wealth an' pans his dirt, Where the sleepy night-herd puncher, Sings to steers and plies his quirt. Take me where there's diamond hitches, Ropes an' brands an' ca'tridge belts, Where the boys wear chapps for britches, Flannel shirts an' Stetson felts. Land of alfalfa an cooper! Land of sapphire an' gold! Take me back to dear Montana, Let me die there when I'm old."

* Cory, J. Campbell. "Old Montana: live every day so that you can look every damn man in the face and tell him to go to hell." Butte, MT: Cohn Bros. Co., [c1910].

"... Where the old Missouri river An' the muddy Yellowstone Make green patches in the Bad Lands Where old Sittin' Bull was known. Take me where there ain't no subways Nor no forty-story shacks; Where they shy at automobiles, Dudes, plug hats an' three-rail tracks; Where the old sun-tanned prospector Dreams of wealth an' pans his dirt; Where the sleepy night-herd puncher Sings to steers and plys his quirt.

Take me where there's diamond hitches, Ropes an' brands an' ca'tridge belts; Where the boys wear shapps for britches, Flannel shirts an' Stetson felts. Land of alfalfa an cooper! Land of sapphire an' gold! Take me back to dear Montana, Let me die there when I'm old."

* Cory, J. Campbell. "Old Montana: smile, damn you, smile." Livingston MT: W.J. Swindlehurst., [c1910].

* "Cowboy and Indian life of the great West." Chicago: C.T. and Co.; Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., [193-] D-3890 Folio of 16 postcards. Includes one card with slightly racist poem.

"A sad little pair of Indian papooses."

We're simple little Indians
Away out in the West
And when we want a thing or two
We cry our very best.

We're simple, but we're not so dumb,
And so we learned one day
That if we cried and raised a fuss
We got our little way."

* "The cowboy's life." Boston, MA: Colourpicture, 195-. TX7 / 10846

"The cowboy's life." The bawl of a steer, To a cowboy's ear, Is music of sweetest strain; And the yelping notes Of the gray coyotes To him are a glad refrain...

* "The cowboy's life." Chicago: Curteich; Sandoval News Service, El Paso, TX, 1940. (C.T. Art-Colortone) OB-H268 / 313

"The cowboy's life." The bawl of a steer To a cowboy's ear Is music of sweetest strain; And the yelping notes Of the gray coyotes To him are a glad refrain. And his jolly songs Speed him along As he thinks of the little gal With golden hair Who is waiting there At the bars of the home corral. For a kingly crown In the noisy town His saddle he wouldn't change; No life so free As the life we see Way out on the Yaso range. His eyes are bright And his heart as light As the smoke of his cigarette; There's never a care For his soul to bear, No trouble to make him fret.

The rapid beat Of his bronco's feet On the sod as he speeds along; Keeps living time To the ringing rhyme Of his rollicking cowboy's song. Hike it cowboys For the range away On the back of a bronc of steel; With a careless flirt Of the rawhide quirt And the dig of a roweled heel. The winds may blow And the thunder growl Or the breezes may safely moan; A cowboy's life Is a royal life His saddle his kingly throne. Saddle up, boys, For the work is play When love's in the cowboy's eyes, When his heart is light As the clouds of white That swim in the summer's skies.

* "Cowboy's prayer." Cheyenne, WY: Bill Nation, [196-]. "Author unknown." "Home Ranch Motel, 2414 East Lincolnway." 69.

"Cowboy's prayer." O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, And looked upon your work and called it good...

* "Cowboy's prayer." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., [196-]. "Author unknown." Made by Dexter Press (DP), West Nyack, NY. 3133.

"Cowboy's prayer." O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, And looked upon your work and called it good. Just let me live my life as I've begun! And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a partner of the wind and sun, And I won't ask a life that's soft and high ...

* "Cowboy's prayer." Emblem, WY: D & G Enterprises; Eau Claire, WI: Johnson Printing (SUN), [1969]. "Author unknown." "Photo by Wyoming Travel Commission." J3870.

"Cowboy's prayer." O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, And looked upon your work and called it good...

* "Cowboys' prayer." Big Spring, TX: Johnson News Agency, 193-. "Made only by Tichnor Bros., Boston." 12 / 64280

* "Cowboys' prayer." Chicago: Curteich, [1939]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) "Distributed by Lollesgard Specialty Co., Tucson, AZ." N-25 / 9A-H768.

"Cowboys' prayer." In Souvenir Folder of the Ole Southwest: Cowboys' Prayer.Chicago: Curt Teich and Co.], [c1942]. 18 folding postcards "Cowboys' prayer." O Lord, I've never lived where churches grow; I've loved creation better as it stood That day you finished it, so long ago, And looked upon your work and called it good. Just let me live as I've begun! And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a partner of the wind and sun, And I won't ask a life that's soft and high ...

* "Cowboys' prayer." Chicago: Curteich, [c1949]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) Distributed by Southwest Post Card Co., Albuquerque, NM "Cowboy's prayer" on reverse. (Variant) N-25

* "Cowboys' prayer." Chicago: Curteich, [1939]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) "C.T. General Texas scenes." "Cowboy's prayer" on reverse. 9A-H768 / TX-20.

* "Cowboys' prayer." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., [1936]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 1200 / 6A-H2824

* "Cowboys' prayer." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, [c1950]. 32855-M12

On reverse: "The poem 'Cowboy's Prayer,' was written on the range in 1906 by Badger Clark, Custer, So. Dak., author of the well known books of verse 'Sun and Saddle Leather,' and 'Sky Lines and Wood Smoke'."

"Cowboys' prayer." cont'd Make me as big and open as the plains; As honest as the horse between my knees; Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains; Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze. Just keep an eye on all that's done and said; Just right me sometime when I turn aside; And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead -- That stretches upward towards the Great Divide. [188-]

* "Cowboys' prayer." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 194-. 32855-M12 KBY

On reverse: "For a number of years this delightful verse, 'The Cowboy's Prayer,' has been published author unknown, almost becoming folklore, something of the remote past; however, the author is Badger Clark, and his book, 'Sun and Saddle Leather,' highlights the romantic West."

* "Cowboys' prayer." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 194-. 32855-M12 (Variant) CJY

On reverse: "The poem, 'Cowboy's Prayer,' was written on the range in 1906 by Badger Clark, Custer, So. Dak., author of the well known books of verse 'Sun and Saddle Leather,' and 'Sky lines and wood smoke.'"

* "Cowboys' prayer." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, [195-]. 32855-M12 (Variant) JCY

* "Cowboys' prayer." Rapid City, SD: Tom H. Johnston; Everett, MA: Metropolitan, [1943]. 45039

* "Cowboys' prayer." Salt Lake City, UT: Carpenter Paper Co., [c1935]. 70 / 64280

* “Cowboys’ prayer.” San Antonio, TX: Southern Card Co., 193- “Author unknown.”

* “Cowboys’ prayer.” Tucson, AZ: Tucson News Agency; Boston, MA: Tichnor Brothers, 193- “Author unknown.” 12 / 64280

* D'Arcy, H. Antoine "The face upon the floor." Central City, CO: S.S. Newbury, 195- From poem originally published in 1887.

"The face upon the floor." "'Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there, Which well nigh filled Joe's barroom on the corner of the square, As songs and witty stories came through the open door, A vagabond crept slowly in and posed upon the floor ..."

* D'Arcy, H. Antoine. "The face upon the floor." Central City, CO: S.S. Newbury, 195- "'Micro-Color' by W.A. Krueger Co., Milwaukee, WI." No poem

"Face on the barroom floor, in the Teller House, Central City, Colorado, built in 1872 ..."

* Davis, Arthur James. "The Columbia." Portland, OR: Portland Post Card Co., c1910.

"The Columbia." Birth, Life and Death my face has seen As I have rolled toward my end unknown, By stilted crags of highest purpose crowned And crumbling rocks of good intentions lost. (cont'd)

Still have my waves their brightness tried to throw Through all dark chasms by the way And rushed through flashing cascades loath to stay Because in them my foes are always crossed. But never turning back, these soon are left behind And save when called by man to succor some poor land Or spend my power to help him in his way, Onward I go. Until like you I find My own from whence I came And where I come once more.

* Davis, C.B. "Hole in the Wall." Sheridan, WY: Herbert Coffeen; Chicago: CT. Co., [192-]. "C.T. Photochrom." R-36557.

"Hole in the Wall." Oh! give me the good old day again, Sing me the song of the quirt, Give me the spur and the lariat, Instead of the hard-boiled shirt... [192-]

* Davis, Walter Juan. "Look out." [S.l.; s.n.], [c1909]. No.8104

"Look out." When the gun-glint matches the glint of her eye- Oh, my, Oh my! It's a good time, stranger, to say good bye. Good bye! Good bye! [c1909]

* Davis, Walter Juan. "Me and my pal." Denver, CO: Thayer Publishing Co., [c1909]. (Cowboy girl series, no.8).

"Me and my pal." I met an old pal; Said he "you're my gal; We'll let 'em all know we're here And when we get through -- Say, are you game, Sue? We'll go and get spliced, my dear." [c1909]

* Davis, Walter Juan. "Shooting up the town." Denver, CO: Thayer Publishing Co., [c1909]. (Cowboy girl series, no.7).

"Shooting up the town." When we've rounded up the cattle And the sun's gone down, You would think there was a battle If you follered us to town; For we're out for all that's comin' And we keep the town a-hummin' When we're rollickin' and frolickin' We do things brown. [c1909]

* Davis, Walter Juan. "Shooting up the town." [Denver, CO: Thayer Publishing Co.], [c1909]. 8107 Variant

* Davis, Walter Juan. "Such a good time." Denver, CO: Thayer Publishing Co., [c1909]. (Cowboy girl series, no.1). Poem on cover:

Oh, I love the ranch and range
But you mustn't think it strange
If I love to have a good time, too;
And if you say I'm not
Johanna on the spot
I will surely make it hot for you.

   Davis, Walter Juan. "We're going some." Denver, CO: Thayer Publishing Co., [c1909]. (Cowboy girl series, no.5)

* Davis, Walter Juan. "We're going some." [S.l.; s.n.], [c1909]. No.8105

"We're going some." Look out for us! Don't raise a fuss! We're on the shoot, and we'll make things hum; In all the West We are the best; Keep up with us and you're doing some. [c1909]

* Davis, Walter Juan. "Well, hardly." Denver, CO: Thayer Publishing Co., [c1909]. (Cowboy girl series, no.2)

"Well, hardly." Our town slow? Well, I guess not; What are you a-drivin' at? Don't you know A man got shot For sayin' such a thing as that? [c1909]

* "Denver by moonlight." Denver, CO: H.H. Tammen, 1908. 8090.

"Denver by moonlight." I sighted the Arch From my sea-going bus, And my over quenched parch Kept presenting it thus.

* "Desert scenes of California: the land of enchantment." Los Angeles, CA: Western Publishing and Novelty Co., [c1937]. D-3195 Folio of 18 postcards.

"The following poem was found written on the door of an old desert cabin: 'Mornin' on the desert.'"

* Doubleday, R.R. "Old South Dakota." Cheyenne, WY: R.R. Doubleday, 192- Photo postcard.

"Old South Dakota." Take me back to South Dakota, Where there is plenty of room and air; Where there is grain and elevators, Self binders and prickly pear. Where there ain't no pomp nor glitter, Where a 'shillin's' called a 'bit,' Where at night the magpies twitter, Where the Injun fights were fit. Take me back where land is plenty, Where there is rattlesnakes and ticks, Where a "stack' of 'whites' costs twenty, Where they don't sell gilded bricks. Where the old Missouri river And the winding, clear Sheyenne Makes green patches in the 'bad lands,' Where the Sioux and cowboys ran.

Take me where there ain't no subways, Nor no forty-story shacks, Where they shy at automobiles Dudes, plug hats and three-rail tracks. Where the honest sunburned farmer Dreams of wealth and plows his dirt, Where the sleepy night herd puncher Sings to steers and plies his quirt. Take me where there is diamond hitches, Ropes, brands and ca'tridge belts, Where the boys wear 'chaps' for britches, Soft boiled shirs and Stetson felts. Land of cyclones and hustle, Land of waving grain and gold, Take me back to South Dakota, Let me die there when I am old.

* Doubleday, R.R. "Out in Wyoming." Cheyenne, WY: R.R. Doubleday, [c1928] Photo postcard.

"Out in Wyoming." We're out here in old Wyoming, Where you never have the blues Where the bandits steal the jitneys, And the Marshals steal the booze. Where the buildings horn the skylines. Where the populace is boost Where they shoot men just for pastime Where the chickens never roost. Where the stickup men are wary And the bullets fall like hail. Where each pocket has a pistol And each pistol's good for quail [?] Where they always hang the jury Where they never hang a man If you call a man a liar, you Get home as best you can; Where you get up in the morning In a world of snow and sleet.

And you come home in the evening Suffocating in the heat; Where the jitneys whiz about you And the street cars baerly creep; Where the burglars pick your pockets While you 'lay me down to sleep' Where the bulldogs all have rabies, And the rabbits they have fleas Where the big girls, like the wee ones, Wear their dresses to their knees; Where you whist out in the morning Just to give your health a chance, Say 'Howdy' to some felow who Shoots big holes in your pants; Where the wise owls are afraid to hoot And the birds don't dare to sing, For it's hell out in Wyoming, Where they all shoot on the wing.

* "Down in Oklahoma." Chicago: Curteich; Oklahoma City, OK: Mid-Continent News Co., [1934]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 4A-H298

* "Down in Oklahoma." Poem included on one card. "Souvenir folder of Oklahoma, the Sooner State." Oklahoma, OK: Mid-Continent News Co.; Chicago: Curteich and Co., [1930s]. "C.T. Art-Colortone." D-1050 Folio of 18 postcards.

Down in Oklahoma." We're down here in old Okla., Where you never have the blues Where the bandits steal the jitneys And the Marshals steal the booze Where the buildings horn the skyline, Where the populace is boost Where they shoot men just for pastime Where the chickens never roost. Where the stickup men are wary And the bullets fall like hail; Where each pocket has a pistol And each pistol's good for jail; Where they always hang the jury, Where they never hang a man. If you call a man a liar, you Get home the best you can Where you get up in the morning, In a world of snow and sleet

And you come home in the evening Suffocating in the heat. Where the jitneys whiz about you And the street cars barely creep Where the burglars pick you pockets While you "lay me down to sleep" Where the bulldogs all have rabies And the rabbits they have fleas, Where the big girls like the wee ones Wear their dresses to their knees. Where you whist out in the morning Just to give your health a chance Say "Howdy" to some fellow who Shoots big holes in your pants. Where wise owls are afraid to hoot And birds don't dare to sing For it's hell down here in Okla. Where they all shoot on the wing.

* "Down in Oklahoma." Tulsa, OK: Oklahoma News Co., [1930s]. (Curteichcolor) 5DK-464.

* "Down in Texas." Chicago: Curt Teich, [1936]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) (Variant) 6A-H4

* "Down in Texas." Chicago: Curt Teich; Amarillo, TX: McCormick Co., [1936]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 6A-H4

* "Down in Texas." Des Moines, IA: Beals, [1946]. T29 / 21161. "Art Tone Glo Var Finished."

* "Down in Texas." [Everett, MA: Metropolitan], [1935]. H.S.B. 2230

* "Down in Texas." Houston, TX: Seawall Specialty Co., [1936]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 6A-H4

* "Down in Texas." Houston; Galveston, TX: Seawall Specialty Co. (S.S. Co.): Chicago: C.T. Co., [1935]. (C.T. American Art Colored) 123799

"Down in Texas." We're down here in old Texas, Where you never have the blues, Where the bandits steal the jitneys And the Marshals steal the booze... [1935]

* "Down in Texas." Milwaukee, WI: E. C. Kropp, [1930s]. 9 / 21161.

* "Down in Texas." Poem included on one card. "Souvenir folder of Texas: 'the Lone Star State.'" Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, [1939]. Folio of 18 postcards. Poem included on one card.

"Down in Texas." We're down here in old Texas, Where you never have the blues, Where the bandits steal the jitneys And the Marshals steal the booze Where the buildings horn the skyline, Where the populace is boost Where they shoot men just for pastime Where the chickens never roost. Where the stickup men are wary And the bullets fall like hail; Where each pocket has a pistol And each pistol's good for jail; Where they always hang the jury, Where they never hang a man If you call a man a liar, you Get home the best you can; Where you get up in the morning, In a world of snow and sleet

And you come home in the evening Suffocating in the heat; Where the jitneys whiz about you And the street cars barely creep; Where the burglars pick you pockets While you "lay me down to sleep" Where the bulldogs all have rabies, And the rabbits they have fleas Where the big girls like the wee ones Wear their dresses to their knees, Where you whist out in the morning Just to give your health a chance, Say "Howdy" to some fellow who Shoots big holes in your pants; Where wise owls are afraid to hoot And birds don't dare to sing For it's hell down here in Texas, Where they all shoot on the wing.

* "Down in Texas." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp Co., 194-. 25442 / T2 JEY Same front as above.

* "Down in Texas." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 194-. 25442-2

"Down in Texas." We're down here in old Texas, Where you never have the blues, Where the bandits steal the jitneys And the Marshals steal the booze; Where the buildings horn the skyline, Where the populace is boost, Where they shoot men just for pastime, Where the chickens never roost, Where the stickup men are wary And the bullets fall like hail; Where each pocket has a pistol And each pistol's good for jail; Where they always hang the jury, Where they never hang a man If you call a man a liar, you Get home the best you can (cont'd)

* "Down in Texas.. Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 194-. 12582 / T42 DBY

"Down in Texas." (cont'd) Where you get up in the morning, In a world of snow and sleet And you come home in the evening Suffocating in the heat; Where the jitneys whiz about you And the street cars barely creep; Where the burglars pick you pockets While you "lay me down to sleep;" Where the bulldogs all have rabies, And the rabbits they have fleas; Where the big girls, like the wee ones, Wear their dresses to their knees; Where you whist out in the morning Just to give your health a chance; Say "Howdy" to some fellow who Shoots big holes in your pants; Where wise owls are afraid to hoot And birds don't dare to sing, For it's hell down here in Texas, Where they all shoot on the wing.

* "Down in Texas." San Antonio, TX: Southern Card Co., nd. TX-18 (see also Fisk, Elmer)

* "Down in Texas." San Antonio, TX: Southern Card Co., [1941]. T29

* "Down in Texas." San Antonio, TX: Hewitt News Service, nd. 28356

* Dungan, Judge. "Cheyenne." [Cheyenne, WY], [1930s]. "Words by Judge Dungan; photos copyrighted by R.R. Doubleday." Real Photo Postcard. AZO.

"Cheyenne." Snuggled in the shadows of the hills Is Cheyenne, Cheyenne; Listening to the music of the rills, Is Cheyenne, Cheyenne; Prairies roll away to meet the sun Where West proves to East it can be done, And life is full of laughter and of fun -- That's Cheyenne, Cheyenne. Where men are brave and women fair, That's Cheyenne, Cheyenne; Out where the world is on the square, That's Cheyenne, Cheyenne -- Out where the stage coach blazed the trail, Out where the mustang once brought the mail, Where thrift and courage neve fail -- That's Cheyenne, Cheyenne. Where a welcome waits you warm and true, That's Cheyenne, Cheyenne; Where men are never feeling blue, That's Cheyenne, Cheyenne -- Where the West pours out her treasure In full and generous measure, There I'll settle down with pleasure, That's Cheyenne, Cheyenne.

* Dymond, William Marcy. "At the grave of Buffalo Bill: a reverie." Denver, CO: Johnny Baker, [1917?]. (C.T. American Art) A-87139

"At the grave of Buffalo Bill." I stood at eve on the summit At the silent grave of Bill; That stands like some lonely sentinel Guarding a Colorado hill. Where the sunbeams and the dewdrops And the fleece clouds daily greet This resting place of Cody They in benediction meet ... [1917?]

* Field, Eugene. "Lover's lane, Saint Jo." Saint Joseph, MO: Saint Joseph Calendar and Novelty Co., [c1912]. R-29076 Poem, 6 paragraphs.

* Field, Eugene. "Lovers lane, St. Joseph, Missouri." Chicago: Curteich; Saint Joseph, MO: Shaffer News Agency, 1934. 4A-H198 Poem, 1 paragraph.

* Field, Eugene. "Saint Jo, Buchanan County..." New York: A.C. Bosselman and Co., [1910s]. "Made in Germany." 6799

* Fisk, Elmer. "Down in Texas." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, [1930s]. "Copyright 1917 - Elmer Fisk." 9 / 21161 (GIL)

* Fisk, Elmer. "Down in Texas." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, [1930s]. "Copyright 1917 - Elmer Fisk." T9 / 21161 (KKK) Same front as above.

* "Garden of the Gods by moonlight." Denver, CO: H.H. Tammen, 1908. 8092.

"Garden of the Gods by moonlight." Of all the wonderous places My donkey with me plods, The greatest place for "phizes" Is the Garden of the Gods.

* Gibson, Oscar G. "Crater Lake National Park, Oregon." Portland, OR: Wesley Andrews Co.; [Chicago: Curt Teich & Co.], [1937]. (C.T. Art-Colortone). Poem "Crater Lake." 885 / 7A-H998.

* "Glenwood Mission Inn, Riverside, California." San Francisco: Britton and Rey, [1912]. Poem.

"Glenwood Mission Inn, Riverside, California." The waters of St. Catherine's well, Not clearer are, than that, the spell Gorgonio woked as long ago O'er all this plane its charm doth throw And with the three fold grace doth bless Of beauty, Peace, and Restfulness.

* "The Grand Canyon." San Diego, CA: Herz Post Cards, 1939. "Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona." 326 / 9-2118 See also poem by Henry Felton Huse.

* "Greetings from Alsen, S.D." [Alsen, SD]: no publisher, [1911].

"Greetings from Alsen, S.D." Do not think you're forgotten Because I've not written -- I've been much too busy to try; Until our next meeting, I send you a greeting: Good morning, good luck and good bye.

* "Greetings from Missouri's national health resort: the Regent Spring, Excelsior Springs, MO." Chicago: C.T Co., [193-]. (C.T. American Art Colored) Poem 103985

* "Greetings from Washington." Seattle, WA: C.P. Johnston Co, [1920s]. (C.T. American Art) 912 / 112881-N On front: Snoqualmie Falls (268 feet); Mt. Rainier

"Greetings from Washington." From the sun-kissed hills of the Treasure State, From her plains and valleys, too; From her forests of pine and waving wheat fields Come heartiest greetings to you. May your days be as bright as her sapphire skies -- Your joys as pure as her snow-blown air; Your peace the peace of her star-gemmed nights, Your hearts as her song birds, free from care.

* Guest, Edgar A. "Buffalo Bill's grave." Golden, CO: "Johnny" Baker; Chicago: Curteich, [1941]. (C.T. American Art) 1B700-N

"Buffalo Bill's grave." I've stood at the grave of Buffalo Bill On a mountain crest and I've felt the thrill Which he must have felt, as I saw below The prairies wide of his long ago. I've heard it told how he journeyed there With the breezes tossing his steel-gray hair, And his soul rejoiced at each changing scene Which marks the haunts where his youth had been And I understand why he asked to lie Through the lost long sleep 'neath that open sky.

* Guest, Edgar A. "Buffalo Bill's Grave and Memorial Museum." Golden, CO: "Johnny" Baker; Chicago : Curteich, [1936]. (C.T. American Art) 6A541-N

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