Cartoon dedication: "Very best of luck to Adlai Stevenson in '56- Regards, Bill Cranford"]]>
On verso:"To John Parish (the rogue), While our friendship has been short to this date, for me it has been one of the imperishable bright stars in a diadem of life. I trust and hope John, even tho you leave the Senate, that I shall have your continued friendship. To this very brief and most inadequate expression of my esteem and admiration may I add my every good wish for your continued good health and success. Sincerely, Bill Lynch 1951-June."]]>
Captions: "Under 1: The old fashioned Detective we read about in books. Under: The modern Chicago Detective we read about in the newspapers. (P.S. The heroic are to be seen at left of picture.)]]>
The poem reads: "Glad welcome gallant sailor! Our Navys chief and pride, Whose name thrills every sailor heart Where ere our war ships ride. - Glad welcome to our channel Brave Admiral is yours, And the echoes of our welcome Shall resound on many shores. - We know you by your penant, We know you by your name, We know you by your glorious deeds Which gave you deathless fame. - For what you are and have been, For what you yet shall be, we bid you royal welcome Brave sailor of the sea. - To what then is your welcome? What is this work of ours? It is a bloodless victory O'er Natures rock ribbed powers. - Ours is a man made River, Now flowing full and free, From the great lakes of the Northland To the far off southern sea. - A river we have digged so deep And made so fair and wide, To carry ships like those Which float upon old Oceans tide. - We've digged it through the prairie, We've hewn it through the rock, We've walled its sides with masonry 'Twould brave the earth quakes shock. - The world has heard the story Of 'the men behind the guns', And America is proud to day To claim such gallant sons. - But who shall tell the legend Of our humble sons of toil? Who wrought so well to leave behind These mountain heaps of spoil - Of the men who swung the pick axe Heaved the shovel, drove the drill, Charged the sullen mines whose bursting Kept the country side athrill. - For the thunder of our blasting, Like the boom of many guns, Broke the silence of the midnight Met the rising of the suns - The riven rock to heaven Rose in tons on tons of wreck, then fell like shot from Deweys guns Upon a Spanish deck. - And when the wreck had fallen And the smoke had cleared away, The cantalevers labored And the mighty cable way. - The derricks were in action, The steam hoists and the cranes And steadily these mountains rose Upon the level plains. - The channellers cut gashes, The tramways groaned to bear The heavy loads the 'muckers' gave To be their toilsome share. - The dredges heaved their dippers Full brimmed with virgin clay, Then filled the big scow pockets For the tugs to tow away. - Steam shovels tore the 'glacial drift' And when their might was vain The mass was rent with dynamite And the shovels wrought again. - Lest our River run to riot And the Lake too generous prove, We have fitted mighty valves of steel A thwart our giant groove. - They take the crowding pressure Of the waters held at bay, And pigmy man is strong to mete This torrent on its way. - The turning of a capstain, The winding of a chain, Will hold in thrall this torrent Or turn it loose again - There was daring, there was genius, There was brain and there was brawn And from their gendered labor 'Twas a River that was born. - The labor of the Titans Was a myth of ages gone But this shall seem the Titans work To the ages yet unborn. - We would we had the Petrel here The Raleigh, Baltimore, The McCulloch and the Concord With the gallant tars they bore - And with them the grand Olympia The Flag Ship of the fleet, And her mate the sturdy Boston 'Twould give us joy to greet. - So a welcome gallant sailor Who in this month of May Sailed in and sunk the Spanish fleet in far Manilla boy. - Isham Randolph. Chief Engineer"]]>