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* Indicates from the collection of Alan V. Miller

* Hansen, Al. "My city Oakland: reflections of a pioneer." [Oakland, CA: Al Hansen], c1932.

"My city Oakland: reflections of a pioneer" 'Tis more than eighty years ago Since first wwe hove in sight, Where Oakland lies far-flung below My home upon the heights. (cont'd)

We did not come in palace cars A-gliding o'er steel rails; Instead we came by oxen cart O'er long rough prairie trails. No friends were here to greet us then Just Indians nude and wild Who claimed we were intruding when Upon their land we filed. We dreamed of conquest of the west, And now we proudly boast; 'My city Oakland' is the best - 'Fairest city of the coast.'

* Hardy, Minnie J. "Brigham Young: our immortal pioneer." Salt Lake City, UT: Deseret Book Co.; Chicago: Curteich, [1938]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 856 / 8A-H2483

* Hardy, Minnie J. "The prospector's last camp." Boulder City, NV: Boulder Dam Service Bureau, 194-. (C.T. Art-Colortone) (From the painting by G.F. Kaumeyer) OB-H2195

"The prospector's last camp." The Yuccas are waxen, fair and frail Today on the Great Divide; So I'll take the pleasant, easy trail To a camp on the Otherside. There, I'll meet my friends of long ago, Stray-Dog Smith and Pharo Nell Young Doc Bulett, I loved him so, Pat Casey from Stove-pipe Well ... Dear friends will welcome me, We'll wash the sands of the River-of-time And camp for Eternity.

* Hardy, Minnie J. "Utah." Salt Lake City, UT: Deseret Book Co.; Chicago: Curteich, [1938]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 855 / 8A-H2484

	"Utah" I'm glad to be here where the moutains rise Dazzling white 'neath the clear blue skys From crimson dawn 'til the dear day dies Way out west in Utah. (cont'd)	Where the mountain air is pure and sweet, Where fresh, cool water flows down the street And the climate! Friend, it can't be beat; Delightful, magnificient Utah. God made Utah and He made it grand, The beauty spot of His glorious land, Where plenty supplies with a generous hand All of your needs and wants in Utah. Mighty mountains, sylvian vales, Picturesque canyons and rugged trails, Joy's your companion, health never fails, Happiness dwells in Utah.

* Harman, Fred. "And there's ol' Dick who broke his pick ..." Albuquerque, NM: Little Beaver Town; Ward Anderson Printing Co., [1960s].

"And there's ol' Dick." And there's ol' Dick Who broke his pick For gold he never found. It must have been They told of him He dug in goldless ground.

* "Hell in Arizona." Boston: Colourpicture, 194-. X-43 / 10680

"Hell in Arizona." The Devil in Hell we've [sic] told was chained, And a thousand years he there remained, He neither complained nor did he groan, But determined to start a hell of his own. Where he could torment the souls of men, Without being chained in a prison pen. So he asked the Lord if he had on hand Anything left when He made this land. The Lord said, "Yes; I have plenty on hand, But I left it down on the Rio Grande; The fact is 'old boy' the stuff is so poor, I don't think you can use it in hell any more ..."

* “Hell in Texas.” Chicago: Curteich, 1946. By the author of “Texas a paradise.” (C.T. Art-Colortone.) C.T. General Texas Scenes. TX-11 / 6B-H247

* "Hell in Texas." Des Moines, IA: Beals, [c1944]. T28

* "Hell in Texas." El Paso, TX: W.H. Horne Co., 192-.

* "Hell in Texas." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 195-. T43 / 12583 (GAM)

"Hell in Texas." The Devil in Hell, we're told, was chained, And a thousand years he there remained. He neither complained nor did he groan, But determined to start a hell of his own Where he could torment the souls of men, Without being chained in an underground pen. So he asked the Lord if he had on hand Anything left when He made this land. The Lord said, "Yes, I have plenty of land, But I left it down on the Rio Grande. The fact is, old boy, the stuff is real poor, But you're welcome to it and plenty more." (cont'd)

* "Hell in Texas." San Antonio, TX: Southern Card Co., [c1943]. TX-17

"Hell in Texas." (cont'd) So the Devil went down to look at the truck And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck, For after examining it carefully and well He concluded the place was too dry for a hell. So in order to get it off His hand, The Lord promised to water the land, For He had some water or rather some dregs Rather cathartic and smelled like bad eggs. Hence the trade was closed and the deed was given And the Lord went back to His home in Heaven ...

* “Hell in Texas.” San Antonio, TX: San Antonio Card Co., 194- Made by Metropolitan, Everett, Mass. 49088

* "Hell in Texas: by the author of 'Texas a paradise'." Boston: Tichnor, 194-. 148 / 65288

* "Hell in Texas: by the author of 'Texas a paradise'." Chicago: Curteich, [1938]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) Distributed by: Southwest Post Card, Co., Albuquerque, NM. N-5 / 8A-H715

* "Hell in Texas: by the author of 'Texas a paradise'." El Paso, TX: Sandoval News Service; Boston, MA: Tichnor Bros., 193-. 66 / 65288

* "Here I am in Balboa Beach, California, enjoying it's sights and cheer..." [New York]: A.M.P. Co. [Alcan Moss Publishing], c1910. 110

"Here I am in Balboa Beach, California." Enjoying it's sights and cheer; Everything's great, and I'm feeling first-rate, But, O, how I wish you were here.

* "Home on the range." Chicago: Exhibit Supply Co., 1942. Music and lyrics.

* "Home on the range." Colby, KS: Home-on-the-Range, [1951].

"Home on the range." Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where never is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. Home, home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play, Where never is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day. How often at night where the heavens are bright, With the light of the glittering stars, Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed, If their glory exceeds that of ours.

* Hurst, T.W. "Will Rogers: out of the plains he came, a homely man..." Milwaukee, WI : E.C. Kropp, [1930s]. "Copyright by Leo R. Mallonee." 11690-14 (GKY)

"Will Rogers." Out of the plains he came A homely man With lariat twirled. A hitch on our hearts he gained This kingly man As he rounded up the world.

* Huse, Henry Felton. "Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona." Grand Canyon National Park, AR: Verkamp's; Chicago: Curteich, [1948]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 8B-H229

"Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona." No brush can paint, nor pencil trace, The charm and beauty of this place; Wonders that in this Canyon dwell, No tongue of man can ever tell ... (cont'd)

* Huse, Henry Felton. "The Grand Canyon [National Park, Arizona]." San Diego, CA: Herz Post Cards; Chicago: C.T. Co., [1930]. (C.T. American Art) 326 / 0A3697

	The Grand Canyon." No brush can paint, nor pencil trace, The charm and beauty of this place; Wonders that in this Canyon dwell, No tongue of man can ever tell. Assembled in this chasm deep, Where lengthened shadows ever creep; Are mountains, hills, majestic, grand' Carved out by the Almighty's Hand.	Ten thousand landscapes merged in one, Reflect the glories of the sun; And colors in their brillancy, Surpass the glow of sunset sea. Spellbound! One views the depths below, Where tides of grandeur ebb and flow; In reverence and silent awe, One worships God as ne'er before.

* Huse, Henry Felton. "The Grand Canyon [National Park, Arizona]." Tucson, AR: Lollesgard Specialty Co.; Chicago: Curteich, [1946]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) GC14 / 6B-H35

* Huse, Henry Felton. "The Grand Canyon." Chicago: Curteich, [1930]. (C.T. American Art) Distributed by J.R. Willis, Albuquerque, NM. GC14 / OA3697-N

"Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona." Assembled in this chasm deep, Where lengthened shadows ever creep; Are mountains, hills, majestic, grand, Carved out by the Almighty's Hand ...

* Hyer, Julien C. "San Jacinto: April 21, 1836." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, [c1953]. 21868N (HJY)

"San Jacinto: April 21, 1836." They were the answer to grim Goliad, The Phoenix from the pyre at Alamo, The single flickering hope the Texans had, The last thin line against advancing foe. "Stand and fight!" they resolutely shout, But Houston dares to brave their mounting wrath, Retreating, giving ground and feigning rout, He lures his enemy down a tortuous path...

* Hyer, Julien C. "Texas, wonderful Texas." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, [195-]. "Blue bonnets, the Texas state flower - 11." 8670

* "I've traveled near, I've traveled far." Minneapolis, MN: Bloom Bros. Co., [1912]. "Ruins of Old Fort Benton." Small photograph pasted to front.

"I've traveled near." I've traveled near, I've traveled far, But in all my rambles wide, A town like this, I'd never miss, I speak of it with pride.

* "In Nevada." [Las Vegas, NV]: Nevada Photo Service, [c1947]. (Everett, MA: Metropolitan) 49453

	"In Nevada" "We're down here in Nevada, Where the rabbits all have fleas. (cont'd)	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 the birds don't dare to sing For its hell here in Nevada Where they all shoot on the wing."

* "In Wyoming: where the old West still lives." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co.; Chicago: C.T. Co., 1934. 4A42 / 1033

* "In Wyoming: where the old West still lives." [Denver, CO : Sanborn Souvenir Co. (Curt Teich, Chicago), 1920s.] Poem panel from Greetings from Old Wyoming 989 Damaged folio of 10 cards.

"In Wyoming." Have you ever seen the sunrise on the high and rolling plain? Did you ever smell wet sagebrush after sudden springtime rain? Have you ever felt the smart and sting of gravel in your face? Have you've never known the glamour of that God-foresaken place, Wyoming! ...

* "In Wyoming: where the old West still lives." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., nd. (Variant) 4A42-N / 1033

* "Indian vs. oil." Chicago: Curteich, [1937]. (C.T. Art-Colortone.) Distributed by J.R. Willis, Albuquerque, NM. N3 / 7A-H1726 (Racist poem)

"Indian vs. oil." White man comes and makes up rig, Up on the hill and start to dig, Indian watches white man toil, Thinkum maybe get some oil, Thinkum driller heap big fool Sets all day on old pine stool, Toolie swingum heap big wrench Then go sleep on greasy bench, Night time come - no go to bed, Another outfit come instead Never stopum work like hell, That's the way they drillum well ...

* "Just crying for you out here in the West." Portland, OR: Wesley Andrews Co., [1937]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) "Famous Indian papoose twins; photo copyright Lee Moorehouse." 230 / 7A-H1564

* Kilmer, Joyce. "Trees." Asheville, NC.: Harry N. Martin; Chicago: Curteich, [1940]. (C.T. Art-Colortone.) 147 / 0B-H33. Joyce Kilmer, born in New Brunswick, NJ, in December 6, 1886, and killed in action in France, June 30, 1918.

"Trees" I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast. A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray. A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair. Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

* Knighten, Ira L. "The death of Bob Crosby, world's champion cowboy." [S.l. : s.n.], c1950. Crosby died on October 20, 1947, due to an accident near the Pecos River Bridge, New Mexico.

"The death of Bob Crosby, world's champion cowboy" There's clouds in the sunset of evening; The setting seems lonely and strange; The west sits solemn and grieving; A Star is gone from the range. So sudden from mortal's existence; Eternal regalia he donned, And mounted a steed in the distance, To ride the ranges beyond...

* Larsen, L.H. "At home on the range." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1952. 4-line poem by Lewis H. Larsen. Artist tone K71

   Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Bringing them home." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1941. No.31

   Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The chief." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1938. No.34

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The chief." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1938. No.34 / 32637 IDY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The cowboy artist." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1943. No.40 / 20591 ECY

Painting the west
So the world may see,
The free joyful life
That is so dear to me.

My heart does throb
And my pulse run high,
When I think of the land
Way up in the sky.

And wonder if God
Has a place set aside,
With cattle and ponies
That the cowboys may ride.

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Cowboy fun." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.8 / 10091 CDY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "A cowboy's cottage." Salt Lake City, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1953. K47 / 1239

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "A cowboy's vision." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.12 / 10036 JDY

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Defying danger." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1947. No.50 / 28336 EEY

Brave is this gallant stallion,
The leader of the band.
The horse every cowboy envies,
And has tried to rope and brand.

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The desert lure." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1943. No.39 / 1198 JDY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Desert lure." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1943. No.39 / 1198 DDY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Dreaming." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.10 / 10089 FCY

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
Of a home that is to be,
Up there in the valley
In that pretty spot you see.
You can have the crowded cities,
With their modernistic touch.
Just give us the land of freedom,
We don't care for near so much.
Just a home there in the valley
On the banks of that silver stream,
We will go through life together
Making hardships just a dream.

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "A drink of water." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.5 / 10705 AEY

Now to have a drink of water,
Cool and pure, fresh and clear,
Just a good old drink of water,
Now don't you wish that you were here?
It comes right from the mountains,
A gurgling all the way.
There is a song in every murmur,
Through the night and all the day.
And to watch the speckled trout
As they dart with ease and grace,
Through the clear and sparkling water,
Never staying in one place,
Now I have drank at cocktail parties,
Whiskey, wine, and all the rest,
But when I'm tired, hot and sweaty,
I like my mountain water best.

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "A drink of water." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.5 / 10705 GAY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Dudes taught here." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1940. No.15 / 13091 HKY [Title assigned from front, no poem.]

* Larsen, L. H. "Dude". "Dude's taught here." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1940. No.15 / 13091 CBY. "Taking from painting by noted cowboy artist and poet L.H. 'Dude' Larsen." [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Enchantment." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1944. No.42 / 19967N JBY "Taking from painting by noted cowboy artist and poet L.H. 'Dude' Larsen." 4-line poem on front.

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Freedom." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1943. No.38 / 26155 CEY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Gathering wild cattle." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.4 / 10709 LCY

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Gathering wild cattle." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.4 / 10709 GBY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "God in his glory." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1940. No.18 / 31703 DDY [Title assigned from first line of poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Help prevent forest fires and save the wild life." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1944. No.43 / 24157 [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Here I am, doing my best, riding bronks away out west." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1944. No.27 / 24187 CDY

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "His first experience." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1940. No.17 / 13268

This is how it happened and
I'll tell you friend its true
When it comes to being a cowboy
I am sure he will never do.

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "His first experience." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1940. No.17 / 13268 HAY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Home on the range." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1946. No.47 26810

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "How would you like to 'shoot the bull' with me!" Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1949. "Illustrated by "Hoke" Denetsosie, Navajo Indian artist." C36 (WLC) [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "I'm a cowpuncher now? And too busy to write." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1944. No.24 / 24188N ACY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "In the gorges of this canyon chiseled by the Masters hand..." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1941. No.36 / 32572 ECY [Two lines on front, no poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "[Indian looking across a canyon with stage coach in distance.]" Kanab, UT : L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.11 / 10037 HAY "Taken from an original painting by the noted cowboy artist and poet, L.H. 'Dude' Larsen." [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "[Indian with headdress and rifle.]" Salt Lake City, UT : L.H. Larsen, 1938. No.34 / 1120 "Taken from an original painting by the cowboy artist, statesman and poet, ex-Senator Lewis H. Larsen of Utah." [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "It is great sport necking this 'baby'." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1941. No.20 / 31705 JBY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Just a cowboy's humble cottage ..." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1946. No.47 (E.G.B. Co.) [4-line poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Just a western line, from you know, who." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1944. No.28 / 24160 CEY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Land of tomorrow." Salt Lake City, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1948. No.54 / 1116 "Taken from an original painting by Dot Larsen, wife of the cowboy artist, L.H. 'Dude' Larsen." [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Landmarks of the desert." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1941. No.33 / 32636 HLY [Title assigned from front, no poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Landmarks of the desert." Salt Lake City, UT : L.H. Larsen, 1953. "Artist Tone." K33 / 1108

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Lead'n 'em out." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.9 / 10090 HDY

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "My first experience: will write when I have more time." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1940. No.26 / 24163 JDY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The Navajo." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1940. No.13 / 7606 IDY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The old corral." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1952. K 68 "Taken from an original painting by Dot Larsen, wife of the cowboy artist, L.H. Larsen." [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "On the frontier." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.11 / 10037 ECY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The painted desert." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1944. No.41 / 19965 JCY

* Larsen, L.H. "Pal o' mine." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1952. Artist tone K65 [No poem.]

   Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Pioneers of the West." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1941. No.21

*  Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Pioneers of the West." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1941. No.21 / 31706 LKY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Precious gold." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.1 / 11406 HKY

What is more precious than the yellow gold
That we try so hard to find?
I often wonder if the richest gold
Is that which I left behind
We search for gold from pole to pole
And in every land on earth,
Never thinking that the most precious gold
Is beside a fire hearth
Just to have a home, and kiddies too,
And a wife with a heart so true,
To rest and comfort your weary soul
When your days work is thru.

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Precious gold." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.1 / 11406 LKY (Variant) [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Ranch feud." Kanab, UT : L.H. Larsen, 1940. No.16 / 12969 DDY

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The roundup." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1940. No.14 / 7608 CBY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The roundup." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1940. No.14 / 7608N "Taken from an original painting by noted cowboy artist and poet, L.H. 'Dude' Larsen."

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Rough ranges." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.7 / 10695 HAY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Rough ranges." Phoenix, AR: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.7 / 10695N

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The scout." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1946. No.45 / 24688 CEY [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The scout." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1946. No.45 / 24688N "Taken from an original painting by Dot Larsen, wife of the cowboy artist, L.H. "Dude" Larsen." [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Seeing the West : greetings from the West." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1944. No.23 / 24830 IDY

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Serenity." Salt Lake City, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1953. K74

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "The signal." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1945. No.44 / 10992 JDY "Painting by Dot Larsen, wife of the cowboy artist, L.H. "Dude" Larsen." [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Southern Utah and Northern Ariz., the heart of the playground of America." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1941. No.30 / 32033 AEY [Title assigned from front, no poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Southern Utah and Northern Ariz., the heart of the playground of America." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1941. No.30 / 32033N [Title assigned from front, no poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. "Springtime." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1947. No.51 "Painting by Dot Larsen, wife of the cowboy artist, L.H. "Dude" Larsen." EGB Co [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Sunset." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1943. No.37 / 26157 LCY

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Sunset." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1943. No.37 / 26157 FBY (Variant)

* Larsen, L.H. "To always be free." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1952. 4-line poem by Lewis H. Larsen. K72

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "That new range ahead." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.3 / 10710

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "That new range ahead." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen; Wheelwright Lithographing Co., 1953. "Artist Tone." K3

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Trail of life." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.2 / 10711. GAY

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Trail of the pioneers." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1947. No.49. EGB [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Trail of the pioneers." Kanab, UT : L.H. Larsen, 1947. No.49. GEY / 30155 [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Trial's end." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1948. No.35 "Painting by Dot Larsen, wife of the cowboy artist, L.H. "Dude" Larsen." [No poem.]

* Larsen, L.H. ("Dude") "Trapping wild cattle." Kanab, UT: L.H. Larsen, 1939. No.6 / 10697 HBY [No poem.]

* Larson, Ellen E. “Day unto day.” Portland, OR: Wesley Andrews Co., [1938]. (C.T. Art-Colortone.) 748 / 8A-H3234

* Leach, Juanita. "This God-forsaken land." Casper, WY: Casper Magazine Agency, [1972]. GS059 (Mike Roberts, Berkeley, "The Continental card.")

* Leach, Juanita. "This God-forsaken land." Cheyenne, WY: R and T Card Service, [1970s] J3367 (Eau Claire, WI: Johnson Printing Inc., SUN.)

* "A letter timely writ, is a rivet to the chain of affection - Tupper." n.p., [1910] 3012 [Martin Tupper, English poet (1810 - 1889)]

* Levy, S. "Out in Frisco." [San Francisco, CA]: S. Levy, 1906. Undivided back.

"Out in Frisco." Where the debris is flying The trade for help is crying Out in Frisco; Where thousands people fearless Displayed character peerless Looking in the jaws of death Out in Frisco; There the people are rebuilding A city counting millions Out in Frisco. Where they make their human matches To end with single scratches And husbands mix their latches, Out in 'Frisco. There the red light is contagious, And their conduct is outrageous, Out in 'Frisco; In the famous French cafes, With their naughty little ways, That's the place where Cupid plays, Out in 'Frisco. You get next at Sanguinetti's, Where the girls forget their pretties, Out in 'Frisco; And the blood-red native wine Mixes up the clinging vine, And she calls you "Baby Mine," Out in 'Frisco. Next day you meet at Taits And you hold the dear girl's waist, Out in 'Frisco;

Dry Martini, then another, Then she telephones to mother She'll take dinner with her brother Out in Frisco. If in Techau Tavern a crowd Disturbs your nerves with noises loud Out in Frisco, You will go just one floor up, And in privacy you'll sup, Close beside your Buttercup, Out in Frisco; You more quiet wish to be, You will ask to stop at three, Just to see what you can see, Out in Frisco. There you'll find the rooms ensuite-- And the "outfit's" hard to beat-- Out in Frisco. But if your conscience becomes rife Because it's another fellow's wife Just remember this is life, Out in Frisco. When you finally cash in And end this life of sin, Out in Frisco, They will gently toll a bell, Plant your carcass in a dell, No need to go to hell, You're in Frisco.

* "The Loop by moonlight." Denver, CO: H.H. Tammen, 1908. 8095.

"The Loop by moonlight." I saw a bridge It looked like this, My jaw began to droop. I took another - then I saw - the Georgetown Loop - the - Loop.

* Lorenz, P. "Th' country thet God fergot!" Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., [1948]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 1304. [Author could be Vorenz]

"Th' country thet God fergot!" That's what I heared a dude tourist say once ol' burro. Well sir - maybe he's right 'cordin' this estimation All he sees is sand, snakes, prairies, cactus, an cooties - Leavin' with th' impression that th' desert is a suburb of hell. T'us it means more then y'kin stop t'think about. Gosh, I'm happy an' contented, I reckon that's more then most people kin say. We got hopes an' ambition same as anybody else. I'm gonna find that pot of gold, someday - I hope. Yes-sir-ee! I reckon God knew what he was doin' when he created this ol' world, An - oh heck - I can't sit here all day gabbin' with you ol' burro - So git along an' we'll keep a' lookin' fer that pot of gold.

* Lorenz, P. "The horse's prayer." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., [1941]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 1301 / 1B-H1618

"The horse's prayer." Oh master, my day is drawing near, I know. I've lived a good life an' always done As my boss wanted. For that I've had feed, water, an' shelter. An now when my useful strength is gone I'm pensioned to a good green pasture. I reckon that's a heap more than lots of hosses gits. Ferget th' blunders and' mistakes I made in my youth. Gosh, that happens t'anyone, even hosse's. Doesn't it? ...

* Lorenz, P. "Outlaws." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., [1941]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 1303 / 1B-H1620

"Outlaws." Gosh that ranch house sure looks mighty invitin' T'me ol' hoss. Looks kinda nice tyou, too, Judgin' by yore actions, Er' maybe y'got a hankerin' tbe with yore own kind, Same as I have....

* "Lower Spokane Falls, Spokane, Wash.: Rhododendron - Washington State flower." Spokane, WA: Spokane Post Card Co., 1909. 5048

"Lower Spokane Falls, Spokane, Wash." So rich and vast! This wondrous inland empire! Paved deep with minerals, canopied with sapphire. O'er fertile fields wave fruits and grains that twice turn to gold. Keeping watch above like sentries, mountains grand and old. All the valley-cradled rivers of this vast domain Never-ceasing bring increasing gifts of good to man Enter then with welcome to the realm of beautiful Spokane.

* McGroarty, John Steven. "Just California." Pomona, CA: Frasher's, [1940s]. Real Photo Postcard. DOPS.

"Just California" Twixt the seas and the deserts, Twixt the wastes and the waves, Between the sands of buried lands And the oceans coral caves; It lies not east nor west, But like a scroll unfurled, Where the hand of God hath hung it, Down the middle of the world. It lies [where] God hath spread it In the gladness of His eyes, Like a flame of jeweled tapestry Beneath His shining skies, With the green of woven meadows And the hills in golden chains, The light of leaping rivers, And the flash of poppied plains. Sun and dews that kiss it Balmy winds that blow The stars in clustered diadems Upon its peaks of snow. The mighty mountains o’er it, Below the white seas swirled, Just California ... stretching down The middle of the world.

* Meacham, Walter E. "A cow-hand's prayer." Portland, OR: Wesley Andrews Co., [1938]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) "Photos by Wesley Andrews." 178 / 8A-H3235

"A cow-hand's prayer" Lord, save me from the stench of city streets Where men must toil to earn their daily bread. Give me clean air that comes from snow-clad peaks, Filtered thru golden sunshine and the dew, Give me long, rolling sweeps of bunch-grass hills, Where cattle fatten for the city mart. Give me the pungent scent of rain-drenched sage, A boisterous wind that whistles thru the trees. Give me the music of the lowing herd, The bawling of the calves in branding pen, Give me a willing horse between my legs, Companionship of loyal friends, though few ..." (cont'd).

* Meacham, Walter E. "Oregon song." Music by Isa Botten, words by Walter E. Meacham. Portland, OR: Wesley Andrews Co., [1939]. (Curt Teich & Co.; C.T. Art-Colortone) 785 / 9A-H2536

"Oregon song." Oregon, oh Oregon, out where the tall trees grow, Oregon, oh Oregon, the state ought to know. Oregon, oh Oregon, majestic ranges high, Fishing streams and mountain lakes. Where snowcaps touch the sky. Oregon, oh Oregon, With valleys broad and fair. Romance rides on ev'ry breeze And roses scent the air. Oregon, oh Oregon, The land our fathers won; Oh come and live in Paradise; In dear old Oregon.

Oregon, oh Oregon, Your highways are most grand, Beaches fair beyond compare Beside the sunset strand. Oregon, oh Oregon. Your rivers deep and wide, Latent wealth of energy Within their depths they hide.

* "Memories of the little house 'out back'." Pomona, CA: Frasher Real Photo; Boulder City, NV: Desert Souvenir Supply, [194-]. J-19 Real Photo Postcard EKC

* "Memories of the little house 'out back'." Pomona, CA: Frasher Real Photo; Virginia City, NV: Bucket of Blood, [c1943]. Real Photo Postcard EKC

"Memories of the little house 'out back'." When memory keeps me company, And moves to smiles or tears, A weather beaten object looms Through the mist of years. Its architecture was a type Of simple classic art, Yet in the tragedy of life, It played a leading part. Hurrying feet a path had made, Straight to it's swinging door. Behind the house it seemed A half a mile or more. Here the spiders spun their webs, To catch the buzzing flies That flitted to and from the house Where Ma was baking pies. Once a nest of hornets bold, Built their palace there, And stung my unsuspecting Aunt I dare not tell you where. There in summer mornings, All cares left behind, We'd read the mail order Catalogue hung upon a twine.

On lazy August afternoons, It made a little bower Delightful, where my grandsire Sat and whiled away an hour. When the crust was on the snow, And sullen skies were grey, In sooth,the building was no place One would care to stay. When Grandpa had to "go out back" To make his "morning call," We'd bundle up the dear old man With a muffler and a shawl. I know the hole which Grandpa used, It was wide and large around. When once I dared to sit there, ‘Twas way too big, I found, As I jack-knifed there to stay. They had to come and pull me out Or I would have passed away. Father said: "Ambition is a Thing that boys should shun. You should use the children's hole Till childhood days are done. I ween the old familiar sight, 'Twill soothe my faded soul, I'm now a man, but none the less I'll try the children's hole. E'er I die, I wish to eat the fruit Of trees I robbed in days of yore, Then seek the shanty where my Name is carved upon the door.

* Merrill, H.R. "Let this be heaven." Salt Lake City, UT: Deseret Book Co.; Chicago: Curteich, [1937]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 888 / 7A-H3660

"Let this be heaven." Oh, God, let this be heaven - I do not ask for golden streets Or long for jasper walls, Nor do I sigh for pearly shores Where twilight never falls; Just leave me here beside these peaks, In this rough western land, I love this dear old world of Thine - Dear God, You understand. Oh, God, let this be heaven - I do not crave white, stainless robes, I'll keep these marked by toil; Instead of straight and narrow walks I love trails soft with soil;

I have been healed by crystal streams, But these from snow-crowned peaks Where dawn burns incense to the day And paints the sky in streaks. Dear God, let this be heaven - I do not ask for angel wings - Just leave that old peak there And let me climb 'til comes the night - I want no golden stair, Then, when I say my last adieu And all farewells are given Just leave my spirit here somewhere - Oh, God, let this be heaven!

* Mock, L. Byrd. "Westward hoe!" [San Francisco, CA: American Girls' Legion], 1917. Illustrated by Harte?

"Westward hoe!" Full three hundred years ago Was heard the slogan, 'Westward Ho!' Which sent the English over seas Columbia's fertile land to seize. But when these English gentlemen, Unused to work in field or fen, Arrived amidst our pine trees tall, 'Twas found they would not hoe at all Till Smith proclaimed with courage meet, 'Who does not work shall nothing eat.' Then straightway all began to hoe And in the furrows seed to sow Which yielded food enough for all From our rich soil from spring to fall, With an abundant winter store, So none were hungry any more.

Westward they calmly hoed their way While empires fell into decay, Producing every kind of food That could be grown for human good, And what they could not use at home They shipped away across the foam To countries far less blest than ours, Though numbered with the mighty Powers. And now these Powers are calling out To us to feed them while they rout The enemy from their loved land, So we must take a streadfast stand Against the ruthless German horde Whose actions have been so deplored; We'll arm ourselves with gun or hoe And help defeat our common foe.

* Mock, Samuel T. "In California!" Los Angeles, CA: [Samuel T. Mock], 1907. "Number One: Travesty in poetry descriptive of California in a series of five souvenir post cards."

"In California!" The sun does shine the softest, In California. The summer days are oftest, In California. Friendship is the strongest, Wrong is always wrongest, Native sons last longest, In California. Snow is there the whitest, In California. Legislators the mightiest, In California. While the Bankers are the keenest, Mountain tops the cleanest, And fleas the very meanest, In California.

* Montgomery, Whitney. "The Lone Star state: that's Texas." Dallas, TX: Dallas Post Card Co.; Chicago: Curteich, [1932]. TX-51 / 2A-H610

"The Lone Star state: that's Texas." Where the wild bluebonnets grow- That's Texas. Where the breezes softly blow- That's Texas. Where the sun shines warm and bright Over field and mountain height, Where the cotton fields are white- That's Texas. Where you hear the Bob White call- That's Texas. Where there's room enough for all- That's Texas.

Where the skies are deepest blue, Where the heart beats warm and true, Where we always welcome you- That's Texas. Where there's time for work and play- That's Texas. Where we always find a way- That's Texas. Where we move on steady feet, Where despair is obsolete, Where we never own defeat- That's Texas."

* "Mornin' on the desert (Found written on the door of an old cabin in Southern Nevada)." [Nevada]: no publisher, [1930s]. Real photo postcard. EKC.

"Mornin' on the desert." Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free, And it's ours, jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me. No more stuffy cities, where you have to pay to breathe, Where the helpless human creatures move and throng and strive and seethe... (cont'd)

* "Mornin' on the desert (Found written on the door of an old cabin on the desert)." Boulder City, NV: Desert Souvenir Supply, [1940]. "Photo by Glenn Davis." OB-H2193

* "Mornin' on the desert (Found written on the door of an old cabin on the desert)." Chicago: Curteich, [1938]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) Distributed by Southwest Post Card Co., Box 685, Albuquerque, N.M. 8A-H1654 / N-22.

* "Mornin' on the desert (Found written on the door of an old cabin on the desert)." Chicago: Curteich, [1938]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) Distributed by Lollesgard Specialty Co., Tucson and Phoenix, Arizona. (Variant) 8A-H1654 / N-22

"Mornin' on the desert." Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free, And it's ours, jest for the breathin', so let's fill up, you and me. No more stuffy cities, where you have to pay to breathe, Where the helpless human creatures move and throng and strive and seethe. Mornin' on the desert, and the air is like a wine, And it seems like all creation has been made for me and mine ... (cont'd)

* "Mornin' on the desert (Found written on the door of an old cabin on the desert)." El Paso, TX,: Sandoval News Co.; Tucson, AZ: Tucson News Co., [c1951]. 45448 / M54

"Mornin' on the desert." No house to stop my vision, save a neighbor's miles away, And the little 'dobe shanty that belongs to man and May. Lonesome? Not a minute! Why. I've got these mountains here, That was put here just to please me, with their blush and frown and cheer. They're waiting when the summer sun gets too sizzlin' hot, An' we jest go campin' in 'em with a pan and coffee pot ...

* "Mornin' on the desert (Found written on the door of an old cabin on the desert)." Chicago: C. T. Co.; San Diego, CA: Harry Herz, 194-. (C.T. American Art Colored) 312 / 1101-30

* "Mornin' on the desert (Found written on the door of an old cabin on the desert)." Los Angeles, CA: Gardner-Thompson Co., [1940s]. "California scenic views." 608 / 42789

* "Nevada." n.p., 195- [Poem] Real photo postcard AZO

"Nevada." Nevada, my Nevada, A desert and a sky, A thousand miles of sagebrush To greet the weary eye. A thousand miles of sagebrush Upon a field of gold, A thousand miles of silence, A charm that's never old!

Nevada my Nevada, An endless inland sea Of alkali and sagebrush And winds forever free, Out of thy desert vastness, Out of thy deathly dust, There comes a lure that grips the heart And kills the wanderlust. A lure of length'ning shadows Of sunsets in the West Of winds forever sighing, that soothe the soul to rest.

* O'Connor, Edmund E. "The herder's call." [Canada], 191- Photograph by J.H. Gang.

"The herder's call." Sunshine turned to twilight Beneath Alberta skies, Then came clouds of darkness Too much for naked eyes, The herder took his blanket And on the grass 'twas spread, The cow horse then was staked for night And Jackson went to bed. The moon rose in its glory, But, alas, the early dawn Told the sad, sad story, For Jackson now was gone. The hungry coyotes found him, While at rest this hero lay, No thought had he no more to see The early break of day. And now the many ranchers Are often heard to say -- "This prairie seems deserted, Since they took poor Jack away.

* O'Neil, Clara S. "Only God could make a canyon with its colors of vivid hues." Milwaukee, WI: L.L. Cook, 1946. L303-1. Photo: The Hopi Watch Tower, Grand Canyon, Ariz. Real photo postcard EKC.

"Only God could make a canyon with its colors of vivid hues." And the angels calling in it depths a mile below With the Colorado River winding thro castles of rock In its silent splendors of many thousands years ago You can think, dream and wonder of its beauty in the hidden rocks below The dazzling colors so entrancing, in the sunlights golden glow As you gaze across the canyon to the plateau far and wide With its picturesque little village across the Great Divide. When the sun is setting in its mellow golden light The white clouds seem to hover just to spend the night And when the dawn breaks into day Many tails will take you back to yesterday.

* “Old Montana.” Chinook, MT: Charles E. Morris, 1909. "Sheep grazing on the range." (See also Frank Palmer)

* "Old Montana." Spokane, WA: J.L Robbins, [191-]. 4 / A- 65929 (see Cory, J.C. )

* "Old Montana." Spokane, WA: J.L Robbins Co., [1908]. Copyright 1908 by Frank Palmer. 940 / A- 56276

"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; Where the old Missouri River, An' the muddy Yellowstone, Make green patches in the Bad Lands, Where old Sittin' Bull was known ...

* “Old Montana.” Chinook, MT: Charles E. Morris, 1909. "Sheep grazing on the range." (See also Frank Palmer)

* "Old Montana." Spokane, WA: J.L Robbins, [191-]. 4 / A- 65929 (see Cory, J.C. )

* "Old Wyoming." Chinook, MT: Chas. E. Morris, [1909]. "Coyprighted 1909, by Chas. E. Morris."

"Old Wyoming." Take me back to old Wyoming, Where there's plenty room and air; Where there's cottonwood an' pine trees, Greasewood an' 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 Indian fights were fit. Take me back where the land is plenty, Where there's rattlesnakes and ticks; Where a stack of "whites" cost twenty, Where they don't sell gilded bricks. Where the swift Big Horn River An' the winding North Platte Wends through canyon an' Bad Lands, Where the Long Horn grows fat....

* "Out where the West begins." El Paso, Texas: Sandoval News Service; Boston: Tichnor Bros., [c1951]. 83 / 66359

* "Out where the West begins." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 194-. T44 / 12589

"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 ... (cont'd)

* "Out where the West begins." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 194-. M9 / 4588 (CAZ)

"Out where the West begins." Out where the skies are a trifle bluer, Out where friendship's a little truer, That's where the West begins. 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 West begins." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 194-. Distributed by Desert Scenes Card Co., Tucson, Arizona. (Variant) M9 / 4588

* "Out where the West begins." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 195-. (Variant) M9 / 4588 (AIY)

* "Out where the West begins." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 195-. W146 / 4588

* "Out where the West begins." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, 195-. (Variant) W146 / 4588N (KLY)

* "Out where the West begins." San Francisco, CA: Scenic View Card Co. (SVC Co.), 194-. "Nature tone views." 110 / 49275

* "Out where the West begins." San Antonio, TX: Souvenir Card Co., 193-.

* Palmer, Frank. "Old Montana." Spokane, WA: J.L. Robbins Co. (JLR Co.), 1908. 940 / A-56276

* Palmer, Frank. "Old Montana." Spokane, WA: Robbins-Tillquist Co.; Chicago: C.T. Co., 1908. 940 / 56276

"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 shillin'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 ...

* “Pants are made for men, not for women. Women are made for men, not for pants …” Denver, CO: H.H. Tammen, 1907. 978

* Parrish, Mae Worthen. "Texas in the spring." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, [c1943]. 8670 / T11A

"Texas in the spring." Did you ever visit Texas in the Spring? And motor near her fallow fields along And pause and feel an enchanting welcoming, Of lilting beauty like to a treasured song? In April did you ever see Texas uplands in their dress of blue, Washed and cleaned and lush and free, Vying the sky in deeper hue? ...

* Parrish, Mae Worthen. "Texas in the spring." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, [c1945]. (Variant) 8670 / 11A

* Pease, Grace Freeman. "From the Redwoods." Los Angeles, CA: Grace F. Pease, 1930.

"Have you wandered through those magic groves Of giant redwood trees; And sniffed the spicy, fragrant air And woodsmoke on the breeze? Have you followed dusky trails to catch That shifting, dappled light; The sun through weaving lacy green, A mystic acolyte? Have you gazed through arches high and far Like dim cathedral aisles, And sensed the dignity and peace Of trees, for miles and miles?

Have you heard far through the waking woods A blue-jay's morning call; And pondered there in reverence The wonder of it all? Have you counted in the redwood trees A million lofty spires; Or bowed before the embers' glow Like sacrificial fires? If you have, you've caught the radiance, The fragance, and the song, And life shall know the secret spells That to the trees belong."

* R.W. Bell and Company Soap. Bradford, PA: Defendorf and Bevier, [1890s] Advertising trade card for R.W. Bell and Co. Soap 2. "Full well they knew its magic power Its known by high and low They said with Bell's Soap we can catch The fiercest buffalo. Try it. "

* R.W. Bell and Company Soap. Bradford, PA: Defendorf and Bevier, [1890s] Advertising trade card for R.W. Bell and Co. Soap 3. "From the tawny little Indian lad, The buffaloes fast did lope, But largest of the herd remained Held by Bell's Buffalo soap. Try it. "

* R.W. Bell and Company Soap. Bradford, PA: Defendorf and Bevier, [1890s] Advertising trade card for R.W. Bell and Co. Soap 5. "So well that soap did its work It gave him fuller scope Than he had ever known before Held used Bell's Buffalo soap. Try it. "

* Reiche, Valerie A. "The desert." Cambridge, MA: Colourpicture, 195-. TX43 / 10680

"The desert." The sun beats down the wind flies high, Pushing the clouds through the desert sky, In swinging loops the vultures soar, Dragging their shadows on the desert floor; The desert floor where the heat waves play And dust devils rise and whirl away. Who could abide such a barren land? Why the lizard, the owl and the drifting sand. Who could yearn for this glistening space? You and I who have known its face.

* Rice, O.J. "Three men were playing poker ..." Denver: Sanborn Souvenir Co., 1939. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 1240 / 9A-H687 (Racist poem)

"Three men were playing poker In the Western cattle land, A cowboy, and an indian And a pigtail Chinaman. The Chink, he held three aces, the cowboy held a gun, And the Indian held an inquest At the setting of the sun."

* Rice, O.J. "Three men were playing poker ..." Denver: Sanborn Souvenir Co., [c1952]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 1240 Variant (Racist poem)

* Robertson, Mary Eyre Wintersmith. "I'll study and be ready and maybe the chance will come." [Chicago: Curteich]; Hodgenville, KY: Nancy Lincoln Inn, [194-]. Poem

"In Old Kentucky, where the grass grows green,
An old log cabin may yet be seen;
It sheltered a Life that Fate had decreed
Should come at the call of the Country`s need... c1915 "

   Robinson, Leo S. "After the lights went out." San Francisco, CA: L.S. Robinson, 1915. Poem to celebrate the ending of the 1915 Panama-Pacific International Exposition. Scanned postcard at The 1906 San Francisco Earthquake and Fire Digital Collection, Online Archive of California, [2009]. Also printed in Donna Ewald and Peter Clute's San Francisco Invites the World. San Francisco, CA: Chronicle Books, 1991. p.128.

* Robinson, Ruby. "The eyes of the world are upon us!" Dallas, TX: Gaines News Co., [1920]. (C.T. American Art) R-78814.

"The eyes of the world are upon us!" The eyes of the world are upon us! The end of the rainbow is here! So don't have a fear -- Just come in high gear, For fortune's fair promise lies near.

* Rogers, C.M. "A Texas boast card: a cowboy in Texas had a mare ..." Austin, TX: C.M. Rogers, 1951. TX24

"A cowboy in Texas had a mare." A cowboy in Texas had a mare so fast She could outrun lightning, 'twas said He fired his gun, the bullet they passed And hit the cowpoke square in the head.

* Russell, Charlie. "Powderface - Arapahoe." Great Falls, MN: W.T. Ridgley Calendar Co., [1909].

* Russell, Charlie. "Stay with him!" Great Falls, MN: W.T. Ridgley Calendar Co., 1907. Signed on front: "CMR [with buffalo skull] 1907"

"The cow-boys were very kind - Lending me what they called a ladys saddle horse. I found the animal rather rough But you know riding is splendid exercise And that is what the Dr. advised."

* "A sad little pair of Indian papooses: crying for you out here in the West." Includes one card with slightly racist poem. From "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.

"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."

* "Scenic Oregon." Chicago: Curt Teich, [1929]. D-166. Folio of 18 postcards. Includes poems: "Crater Lake," by Oscar G. Gibson, "Oregon Song," by Walter E. Meacham and "Longing for Oregon," by Ernest Bross.

* "Song of the cattle trail." Dallas, TX: Walraven Borthers, [192-].

"Song of the cattle trail." The dust hangs thick upon the trail And the horns and the hoofs are clashing, While off at the side though the chaparral The men and the strays go crashing, But in right good cheer the cowboy sings, For the work of the fall is ending, And then it's ride for the old home ranch Where a maid love's light is tending ... (cont'd)

* "South Dakota, the sunshine state." Chicago: Curteich, [c1947] (C.T. Art-Colortone) "Sold by L.B. Hollister, importer and jobber, Lead, So. Dak." 48

"This is how our state was born Of Winchester rifle and powder horn Janey's expedition and whisper of 'gold' Heavy to get, and light to hold Of bearded plainsman and hickory shirt The covered wagon and crinolin skirt Custer's men with jingling spurs And roving adventures Streaming here from the ends of the earth To give a prairie empire birth Treaties signed, and the terrible Sioux Yet the overland stage came through People dead on the journey here Others safe in old Fort Pierre This was the way a people bold Came seeking land and yellow gold."

* "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. Includes poem: "Down in Oklahoma."

* "Souvenir folder of the ole southwest." [Chicago: Curt Teich and Co., c1942]. Cover poem: "Cowboys' prayer, author unknown."

* "Souvenir folder of Texas: 'the Lone Star State.'" Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, [1939-]. Folio of 18 postcards. Includes poem "Down in Texas."

* Spencer, Thomas Murray. “The old fort, old Fort Benton, Mont., built 1846.” Chinook, MT: Charles E. Morris; Fort Benton, MT: G.W. Crane, 190-. 160841

* Spencer, Thomas Murray. "St. Ignatius' Mission: St. Ignatius, Flathead Reservation, Montana." Chicago: Curteich, [1920s]. (C.T. American Art) "Thomas Murray Spencer, Box 533, Butte, Montana." 79871-N

"St. Ignatius' Mission" 'Tis more than eighty years ago Since first wwe hove in sight, Where Oakland lies far-flung below My home upon the heights. (cont'd)

We did not come in palace cars A-gliding o'er steel rails; Instead we came by oxen cart O'er long rough prairie trails. No friends were here to greet us then Just Indians nude and wild Who claimed we were intruding when Upon their land we filed. We dreamed of conquest of the west, And now we proudly boast; 'My city Oakland' is the best - 'Fairest city of the coast.'

* Stephens, Evan. "Utah, we love thee." Salt Lake City, UT: Deseret Book Co.; Chicago: Curteich; [1939]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) 846 / 9A-H2196

"Land of the mountains high, Utah, we love thee! Land of the sunny sky, Utah, we love thee! Far in the glorious West, Throned on the mountain's crest, In robes of statehood dressed, Utah, we love thee! Columbia's newest star, Utah, we love thee! Thy lustre shines afar, Utah, we love thee! Bright in our banner's blue, Among her sisters true, She proudly comes to view, Utah, we love thee! Land of the Pioneers, Utah, we love thee! Grow with the coming years, Utah, we love thee! With wealth and peace in store, To fame and glory soar, God-guarded evermore, Utah, we love thee!"

* Stevenson, Anna B. "New Mexico." Chicago: Curteich; Albuquerque, NM: Southwest Post Card Co., 195-. (C.T. Art- Colortone) 177

"New Mexico." There's a state that we love in the far golden West In the land of the pinon and pine; Where Nature in robes of bright sunshine is dressed, And the hills clothed with verdure divine. There lithe willows grow and clear waters flow Through an Eden of beauty untold; Where Nature her rich panorama has spread And calls to us, "Come, and behold!" There are landscapes alluring that gladden the sight And canyons that thrill as they yawn; There are shadows, and tints of the rainbow's soft hues In the glories of sunset and dawn. There are fair fields of yuccas, the lamps of the Lord, That raise their white plumes toward the sky; And the wild mountain eagle, her eyrie that builds On the rocks where the cliff rises high ...

* Strausbaugh, Gertrude N. "Somewhere in the West." Seattle, WA: C.P. Johnston Co., 1929. (C.T. American Art) 549 / 549-30-N

"There are skies so deep, where dim stars sleep, Somewhere in the West. There are mountains high to meet these skies Somewhere in the West. There are birds of flame that love can tame, And wonders the human tongue can't name, The Infinite called them as they came, Somewhere in the West. There are wings of white in the morning light, Somewhere in the West. Upward soaring in joyous flight, Somewhere in the West. There are caverns cool as an icy pool, And wildwood flowers white as wool, Each spark of life the Creator's tool, Somewhere in the West. The flowering vine is red as wine, Somewhere in the West. The breezes scented with fragrant pine, Somewhere in the West. The lingering beams of roseate hue Surrendering into the twilight blue, Oh, earth and sky, and heaven and you; Somewhere in the West."

* Strausbaugh, Gertrude N. “Somewhere in the West.” Spokane, WA: Robbins-Tillquist Co.; Chicago: C.T. Co., 1929. 549-30

* Strauss, Joseph B. "The Redwoods." [Mill Valley, Ca: Zan Stark, 1932.] Zan 618 Real Photo Postcard

* Strauss, Joseph B. “The Redwoods.” [U.S.A.]: 193- "Author, Joseph B. Strauss, builder of the Golden Gate Bridge; Richardson Grove." Real Photo Postcard 3-R-11

* Strauss, Joseph B. “The Redwoods.” [U.S.A.]: PAT, 193- "Author, Joseph B. Strauss, builder of the Golden Gate Bridge; Wonderland Park 'Trees of Mystery' Redwood Highway." Real Photo Postcard 2.W.12

* Strauss, Joseph B. "The Redwoods." Big Basin, CA: Botehlo Bros., [c1972]. B2030 "The continental card." "Mike Roberts, Berkeley."

* Strauss, Joseph B. "The Redwoods." Chicago: Curteich, [1939]. "C.T. Art-Colortone." 9A-H2571

* Strauss, Joseph B. "The Redwoods." Crescent City, CA: Art-Ray Pictures, 195- B-200 "Devolite Peerless." Real Photo Postcard

* Strauss, Joseph B. "The Redwoods." [Crescent City, CA]: Art-Ray, 195- 201 Real Photo Postcard EKC

* Strauss, Joseph B. "The Redwoods." Mill Valley, CA: Muir Woods Inn, 196- C25441 107

* Strauss, Joseph B. "The Redwoods." Mill Valley, CA: Zan Stark, 195- R9 / 18676 "Colourpicture publication, Boston, MA."

* Strauss, Joseph B. "The Redwoods." Mill Valley, CA: Zan Stark, 196- K51 "Lithogravure by H.S. Crocker Co." "Zan's Krome Kard."

* Strauss, Joseph B. "The Redwoods." San Francisco, CA: E.F. Clements, 196- C9322 "Natural color by Mike Roberts."

"Here, sown by the Creator's hand, In serried ranks, the Redwoods stand; No other clime is honored so, No other lands their glory know. The greatest of Earth's living forms, Tall conquerors that laugh the storms; Their challenge still unanswered rings, Through fifty centuries of kings. The nations that with them were young, Rich empires, with their forts far-flung, Lie buried now - their splendor gone; But these proud monarchs still live on.

So shall they live, when end our day, When our crude citadels decay; For brief the years allotted man, But infinite perennials' span. This is their temple, vaulted high, And here we pause with reverent eye, With silent tongue and awe-struck soul; For here we sense life's proper goal. To be like these, straight, true and fine, To make our world, like theirs, ashrine; Sink down, Oh, traveler, on your knees, God stands before you in these trees."

* Strauss, Joseph B. "The Redwoods." San Francisco, CA: E.F. Clements, 196- 128 "Selithco true color from Ektachrome."

* Striker, William Chelcie. "My Montana." Spokane, WA: Robbins-Tillquist, [c1945]. 941

"My Montana." Oh gorgeous state, you are a paradise! With mountains wild that lift up towards the sky Their airy peaks with beauties that suffice The soul of man and make his ideals high. I love your pine trees hugging mountain's cheek; Your waterfalls that lecture to the stones; Your hazy valleys, stretching out to greet The log-hewn huts - the rancher's novel homes. I love your various game; and eagle proud That soars around the lonely, rocky nest, And as I stand a voice breaks sweet and loud; "Montana mine, queen of the Golden West."

* Striker, William Chelcie. “My Montana.” Spokane, WA: Robbins-Tillquist Co., 193-. 941 / 111398

* Striker, William Chelcie. “My Montana.” Spokane, WA: Robbins-Tillquist Co., 193-. 941 / 111398

* T.W.H. [T.W. Hurst] "The 'Big Boss' called Will Rogers..." " Will Rogers Memorial Museum, Claremore, Okla." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp Co., 195-. 12 / 19087 (FLL) Poem on back signed T.W.H. ("Copyright by Leo R. Mallonee.")

* T.W.H. [T.W. Hurst] "Well folks my time's up." Milwaukee, WI: E.C. Kropp, c1939. "August 15, 1935." ("Copyright by Leo R. Mallonee, Claremore, Okla.")

* T.W.H. "Well folks my time's up." Tulsa, OK: Oklahoma News Co., c1952. "August 15, 1935." (C.T. American Art) ONC -76 / 1B825-N

"Well folks my time's up." The "big boss" called Will Rogers To the ranch beyond the divide, So we are lonesome rangers, For we miss him on this side. It happened Will was a ridin, Up on the Alaskan range, When the big alarm clock sounded, And Joe Crosson took the reins. The "pictures" don't seem natural, The newspapers all seem dull, Without Will's quips in the corner, And him grinnin, just above."

* "Texas a paradise. Chicago: Curteich, [1946]. (C.T. Art-Colortone; General Texas Scene) "By the author of 'Hell in Texas'." TX12 / 6B-H248

"Texas a paradise." The Lord said he wished to show To His erring children here below That He had plenty in His store For those who knocked at Heaven's door. And hence would give to some bright land Samples of blessings from his right hand ...

* "[There was a young lass from the west]." [S.l.] : A.H. Co., [191-].

"There was a young lass from the west..." There was a young lass from the west Who always seemed at her best, When she went out for fun With her rope and her gun, She certainly was quite self possessed.

* “That’s way out west.” Chicago: Curteich, 1939. (C.T. Art-Colortone.) Distributed by J.R. Willis, Albuquerque, NM. N.24 / 9A-H1253

* "'Tis a faded picture (1)." Holmfirth, England; New York: Bamforth and Co., [1910?] "By arrangement with Messrs. Francis, Day & Hunter, the publishers of the music." "Printed in England." Series no.4671/1

"Tis a faded picture." He left dear old England and sailed o'er the foam, And he dreamt of wealth untold; He sought fame and fortune, far, far from his home, He joined in the fight for gold; Dame fortune refused on his efforts to smile, Oft at night, 'neath the moon's bright ray, He would gaze on a old worn-out photo awhile, And then to his comrades would say:

* "'Tis a faded picture (2)." Holmfirth, England; New York: Bamforth and Co., [1910?] "By arrangement with Messrs. Francis, Day & Hunter, the publishers of the music." "Printed in England." Series no.4671/2

"Tis a faded picture." 'Tis a faded picture of a dear old friend, Just a tiny picture I will treasure till the end; Two sad eyes pleading, to me they seem to say: "Remember, your mother is waiting to welcome her boy some day."

* "'Tis a faded picture (3)." Holmfirth, England; New York: Bamforth and Co., [1910?] "By arrangement with Messrs. Francis, Day & Hunter, the publishers of the music." "Printed in England." Series no.4671/3

"Tis a faded picture." The camp fires burn brightly, the youth's heart is glad, There is news from home to-day, A letter from England, from Mother and Dad, And the dear ones so far away. That night, as he prays for a speedy return To the home of his youth again, That old picture once more makes his manly heart yearn, And brings back the plaintive refrain:

* "'Tis a faded picture (4)." Holmfirth, England; New York: Bamforth and Co., [1910?] "By arrangement with Messrs. Francis, Day & Hunter, the publishers of the music." "Printed in England." Series no.4671/4

"Tis a faded picture." A big ship is sailing for the dear old shores, And the youth is bound for home; He longs for one glance of the land he adores, As the ship speeds o'er the foam. Though rich, that old picture he wears next his heart Just the same as in days of yore, Then he vows with that mascot he never will part, These fond words recalling once more:

* "Utah, We Love Thee." Salt Lake City, UT: Desert Book Co.; Chicago: Curteich, [1939]. (C.T. Art-Colortone) Words by Evan Stephens. 846 / 9A-H2196

"Utah, We Love Thee." Land of the mountains high, Utah, we love thee! Land of the sunny sky, Utah, we love thee! Far in the glorious west, Throned on the mountain's crest, In robes of statehood dressed, Utah, we love thee! Columbia's newest star, Utah, we love thee! Thy luster shines afar, Utah, we love thee! Bright in our banner's blue, Among her sisters true, She proudly comes to view, Utah, we love thee!

Land of the Pioneers, Utah, we love thee, Grow with the coming years, Utah, we love thee! With wealth and peace in store, To fame and glory soar, God guarded, evermore, Utah, we love thee!

* Weiser, Nona Alice. “We love our own Montana.” [Yellowstone, MT]: np, [1940]. “Words and music by Nona Alice Weiser.”

* "The western lads ..." Chicago: Curteich, [1938]. (C.T. Art-Colortone; C.T. Dude Ranch comics) C-1017 / 8A-H2128

"The western lads." The western lads can throw the bull And rope a charging steer But they leave their saddles empty Whene'er the girls appear

* "Where does the west begin?" [Douglas, Wyoming], [1928]. Dated 1928 on back. Real Photo Postcard

"Where does the west begin?" Out where the boosting's a little stronger, Out where the hair grows a little longer; Where the talk is loud and runs to boast, And to press your pants is a crime almost. Where the laugh is loud and the manners rude, And to shave your neck marks a man a dude -- That's where the West begins. But - where does the East begins? Where the streams are shallower and the hills are flat...

Now East is East and West is West, They each have some bad and they each have some best; For it isn't a matter of lines on a map That makes a guy regular or makes him a sap. The folks our West may run to brag, And the knees of their pants may sort of sag, But there's many a guy in the boundless West With a heart as staunch as his leather vest. And thers's many a guy in the East, by heck, Who presses his pants and shaves his neck, Who's got good nerve and a gilt-edge soul -- If he does mess around with a finger bowl.

* White, Laura Chambers. "San Francisco." [San Francisco, CA: Laura Chambers White, 1909].

"San Francisco." Far across the Sierra Nevadas, Close held by the Golden Gate, Is a great city raised from ashes -- A city alive with mirth; A city where many throbbing hearts, Their hope, and effort, and life, Were dashed in a single moment To a stillness worse than strife. There, the mariner steering homeward Found his city in ruins that day... (cont'd)

A city so gay in her sorrow, A city so brave in her fears; She has raised from a desolate horror A work that will stand test of years; And the Stars and Stripes have been floating Three years since that terrible day O'er grand pillars and magnificent structures, Saint Francis SHALL live on the bay.

* Wilkins, Harry Russell. "The old cabin home." Asheville, NC: Asheville Post Card Co., 1946. T-15

"Far from all the turmoil of a busy world
There's an old log-cabin on a mountain side.
Oh, the happiness packed in that humble home!
Snug within its walls, faith, hope and love abide ..."

* Willson, Roscoe G. "Twilight on the desert." Chicago: Curteich, 1940. "Distributed by Lollesgard Specialty Co., Tucson, Arizona." (C.T. Art-Colortone) D-48 / 0B-H2720

"Twilight on the desert." The light of day has gone. The West Glows bright with clouds of golden hue. The desert life that shuns the day Creeps forth to bid the sun adieu. Down from the mountain breathes the wind; The night hawk darts with eerie cry, While starkly stands the desert growth In silhouette against the sky.

* Yazzie, Old Hosteen "Indian lament." Chicago : Curteich, [1932]. (C.T. American Art) Distributed by: J.R. Willis, Albuquerque, NM. N-8 / 2A-H860

"Indian lament." Wife he die, I so sad, My o' hoss Done gone bad. Buy ol' Ford No good too - Ride and push No can do. White man banker No can trust, Take it monies - Bank go bust.

Republican, Stock-market hogs, Run it country To the dogs. Democrat, He big money man, Big money man Republican. No more money man By damn- I done vote For Uncle Sam.

* Yazzie, Old Hosteen "Indian lament." El Paso, TX: Sandoval News Co.; Tucson, AZ, [1934]. (Everett, MA: Metropolitan) M5 / 42856

* Yerkes, A.K. "Nothing like Montana: moving day on the roundup." Chinook, MT: Chas. E. Morris, 1909.

"Nothing like Montana: moving day on the roundup." Talk not to me of Eastern States, their cities large and grand; With operas and seaside joys way down by Jersey's sand; Of cafes fine and swell resorts, and functions up in G, Montana, perched up near the sky, is good enough for me. I've hit the trail to Iowa, and examined Kansas too; I've touched the highest spots they've got in far-famed old Mizzoo; I've wintered in Los Angeles, also Washington, D.C.; But none of these can get my game -- they're all too slow for me.

* Yore, Clem. "Colorado poem." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., [c1916]. "One of the reasons why Colorado is the playground of America." 205 / 5631-29

* Yore, Clem. "Colorado poem." Denver, CO: Sanborn Souvenir Co., [c1916]. "One of the reasons why Colorado is the playground of America." (Variant) 205 / 5631-29-N

"Colorado poem." There's a place where the gold of heaven Just drips when sunsets glow. Where the picturesque pine and the coy columbine And the timberline mignonette grow. There's a region of wonderful whispers That drift through the nation-old trees There are purples and reds, in the shifting cloud-beds That change with each echoful breeze ...

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