y flow, And his “Yesterdays” so cheerful Charm the world so wild and tearful, And the Devil calls for copy, and he never answers “No.” Do I speak for everybody, When I utter this rhapsody, To induce our friend to keep his pace in following Life's incline; Never slacken, but come on, sir, Eighty-four years I have won, sir; Still the olive branch shall bless you, still the laurel wreath entwine!
So, you scribbling youths and lasses, Elders, too, fill high your glasses! Let the toast be Wentworth Higginson, of fourscore years possest; If the Man was good at twenty, He is four times that now, ain't he? We declare him four times excellent, and better than his best.
The early days of 1904 brought a very severe blizzard.
Sent tea to the hackmen on Dartmouth Street corner.
She never forgot the hackmen in severe weather.
They must have something hot!
and tea or coffee would be despatched to the shivering men. They were all her friends; the Journal has many allusions to Mr. Dan Herl
