Newspaper History

Category: Albuquerque Morning Journal

  • Lone Dog

    From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, November 8, 1914. By Rutherford McLeod.

    I’m a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog and lone,
    I’m a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own,
    I’m a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep,
    I love to sit and bay the moon to keep fat souls from sleep.

    I’ll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet,
    A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat,
    Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate,
    But shut door, and sharp stone, and cuff and kick and hate.

    Not for me the other dogs running by my side,
    Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide,
    O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,
    Wide wind and wild stars, and the hunger of the quest!

  • Lost Loves

    From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, November 7, 1914. By Andrew Lang.

    Who wins his love shall lose her,
        Who loses her shall gain;
    For still the spirit woos her—
        A soul without a stain
    And memory still pursues her
        With longings not in vain!

    He loses her who gains her,
        Who watches day by day
    The dust of time that stains her,
        The griefs that leave her gray,
    The flesh that yet enchains her
        Whose grace hath passed away!

    Oh, happier he who gains not
        The love some seem to gain;
    The joy that custom stains not
        Shall still with him remain;
    The loveliness that wanes not
        The love that ne’er can wane.

    In dreams she grows not older,
        The lands of dream among;
    Though all the world wax colder
        Though all the songs be sung;
    In dreams doth he behold her,
        Still fair and kind and young.

  • Revenge

    From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, October 25, 1914. By Ralph Bacon.

    I’ve quit a-goin’ to Sunday school—
        I’m goin’ to be as bad
    As Captain Kidd or Nero was
        Or Jimmy Mayer’s dad.
    I’m goin’ to be so awful mean,
        I’m sure to go to hell;
    An’ when I see the devil, then
        I’ll go to him an’ tell
    How that ol’ man what catches dogs
        Came by our house one day
    An’ coaxed Spot right into his net
        An’ drug him away.
    An’ then I’ll say, “Good devil, please,
        I’ve come down here to work;
    I’m just as strong as any man,
        An’ I will never shirk.
    If you’ll just let me tend the fire
        An’ keep it good an’ hot,
    Where you have put that wicked man
        Who took away old Spot.

  • You

    From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, October 11, 1914.

    If I could have my dearest wish fulfilled,
        And take my choice of all earth’s treasures, too,
    And ask from heaven whatso’er willed,
        I’d ask for you.

    No man I’d envy, neither low nor high,
        Nor king in castle old or palace new;
    I’d hold Golconda’s mines less rich than I,
        If I had you.

    Toil and privation, poverty and care
        Undaunted, I’d defy, nor future woo,
    Having my wife, no jewels else I’d wear,
        If she were you.

    Little I’d care how lovely she might be,
        How graced with every charm, how fond, how true,
    E’en though perfection, she’d be naught to me
        Were she not you.

    There is more charm for my true loving heart,
        In everything you think or say, or do,
    Than all the joys of heaven could e’er impart,
        Because it’s you.

  • The Soldiers’ Parting Hymn

    From the Albuquerque Morning Journal, October 4, 1914.

    Abide with me, fast falls the eventide,
    Keep safe my loved ones, be their strength and guide.
    If never more my own dear land I see,
    O thou who changest not, abide with me!

    One life I have to give, it is my all—
    And God be with me, if I live or fall!
    When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
    In stranger lands, O Lord, abide with me!

    Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day,
    Dear hearts, forget me not when far away;
    Upon the battlefield, upon the sea,
    Whate’er my fate, O Lord, abide with me!

    So breathed the sad strains of the parting hymn,
    Farewells were said, and eyes with tears grew dim;
    “Abide with me”—a prayer it seemed to be—
    In Life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!