From the Bisbee Daily Review, April 22, 1913. I remember, I remember When courtin’ Sal I went; The parlor where so many Delightful hours were spent; The good old horsehair sofy, The crayon portraits, too, Which stared so impolitely As crayon portraits do; The whatnot in the corner, Filled up with ancient junk, The stuffed owl on the mantle, Who listened to the bunk. I peddled just like you did, When courtin’ of your gal, And life was simply heaven When I was courtin’ Sal. I remember, I remember How I marched up the aisle. The knot tied by the pastor Has held for quite a while. The horsehair sofy’s missing, They crayon portraits, too. We’re living in apartments, With modern stuff clear through. The stuffed owl is not with us Perched up above the grate; We have no corner what-nots, For we are up to date. I remember, I remember I married Sal you bet. The landlord and collectors Will not let me forget.