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THOSE WERE THE GREETING CARDS!
BY JOSEPHINE TIGHE WILLIAMS. AMID the treasure trove In the Library of Congress are bound or jacketed original copies of New Year "greet ings" or "addresses" of many years back, handed to subscribers by faith ful newsboys—hopefully in exchange for small silver offerings. These loose-leaf greetings, sometimes known as "broadsides," carefully preserved and indexed, are to be found in jackets in the manuscript division, but more often in bound flies of their particular newspapers In the periodical division ο I the Library. "Take from your friend» 'The Star" And what remainsΤ A night, drear glooming far O'er desert plains; A wild, surf-beaten shore, Moaning and chill, Which phantom clouds glide o'er Picturing ill. mBut give 'The Star" and lot The desert smiles again. The ocean's sand, agio. Laughs to her islesI At every step are shells With rainbow hues, And each, in whispers, tells Some strange, sweet news. We are the children of 'The Star,' Who bring its lights on rapid wings, That so, the sun gone down, No darkness veil the town! Is well our mission done? Your kind eyes say; That shall be answered on New Year day." A careful search of files, jackets and index shows that not more than 10 of the local "Carriers' Greetings'' have been preserved to Washington posterity. And that The Evening Β tar is the only Washington newspaper repre sented in either bound or jacketed files at the Library of Congress. The greeting or address In question, a looee-leaf one. was given to sub scribers on December 16, 1865, when the news paper was exactly 13 years and 15 days of age. There were verses, and appended are extracts selected from it: 'Late in the afternoon or early night, In Summer courting some luxurious shade, In Winter, warm before the coal fire's light. Do we invade your Quietness with ever welcome noise, 'Great Union Victory,' cry the carrier boys.'" Almost as far back as American newspapers can be traced, it was customary to publish, on January 1, a calendar of the ensuing year. This was done whether or not the carriers' greeting was run as a broadside or had place in news or editorial columns. These "greetings'* were often used to lambast an administration, wordily chastise a mayoralty and, on at least one occasion, promote marriage. But, little by little, art obtained over literature until today's greeting is an artistic poster, portrait or scene, which contains a calendar and sometimes a short verse or two. Perhaps a century from now some other reporter will be digging in the Library of Congress files for an article on the greeting calendars of long ago. "THE oldest local "greeting" was found In a '' Jacket in the manuscript division of the Library. It Is a well-preserved broadside headed, "News Carriers' Address to the Sub scribers of the George-Town Weekly Ledger for January 1st, 1792." One hundred and forty two years have passed since that particular greeting was printed and distributed, and how old the custom Is. a careful search fails to reveal. Indeed, the editor or poet of the George-Town Weekly Ledger is uninformed on the subject when he writes: "Kind patron*, your newsboy with heart most sincere, Presents you his ιDish for a happy New Year; 'Tis custom established, I know not how long, Most typos to open the year with a song. So according to custom 1 take up my quill To show that I bear you a hearty good will." This rhyme attacks or lauds conditions in George-Town and elsewhere and plaintively States: "But here is no Congress our market to aid, Our produce consume end encourage our trade. But subscribers like these we have in view Our present dependence it placed upon you." In 1792 James Doyle was printer-editor of the George-Town Ledger, and perhaps no edi tor, before or after Mr. Doyle, has pushed or promoted for circulation as did he in the follow ing last four lines of his 1792 greeting: "May each bachelor take an old maid by the hand. And no longer neglect an important command, And join with the rest to replenish the earth And give to some hundreds good customers' birth." In "Verses by the Carrier Addressed to Their Patrons on the First of January, 1824," the writer used 120 lines to express himself In the Washington Gazette. His introduction was novel when he wrote: "All hail this welcome day, my patrons kind; task pursuing, while methinks you curse, And cry, "Good heav'ns, is this what he calls verse?" From there he travels with Greeks, avenues M poplars, Spain, sires, France, freedom and despots, ending sunny side up with: "Thafs right, your purse is coming forth I tee, And by your looks there's something good for me. Good day, my worthy friend, the best of cheer Be yours, both this and each returning year. Through each vicissitude in life, your barrier Be heaven, while I remain your faithful carrier." The Evening Star "Carriers' Address"of 1865 Is One of the Treasures of the Library - of Congress—And There fVitis a Day tVhen Local Editors Resorted to Rapier Thrusts in Their Poems. 1- . 9^ — wC « . —Λ » â_ _t A V* ^ Λ τ~Γτ ιΛ·*·1 CARRIERS' ADDRESS. ee M "Washington City, «January 1, 1865. Bail the Ni» Tut, that Wu>g» Joy on ita nowj «inp ! II. fart to the Ol* Y ε a ft. dead; Crftn taure! rrowm kit head ? Bark through Km reign we took. And. in U>c solemn book Of Ilirtory, wnu k« deed*. Which. now. the prowd world read* Which, «till, through many an age, ^ From paft te kindling page. Shall teach that right m .Irong To crush th* boaity wrung? III. But, tht Old Year b History'· now. not our·; We with the prêtent, only, here to do. And dedicate, η fall, our humble powers Deer fnenda. to you ! IT. Ute ia the afternoon. or earl/ night la eutamrr, courting some Iuxutmmm shade. In winter, warn he fere the coal-Area kgbt— Do we iarade Tour qweUM·. with erer weleoma noise: ~ G real Union Victory!" cry the Carrier Boy»! T. The· what cigar M frngreat. to detaia You loo gar lounging in Ike dreamful reet? What wine, what game, what hook, theugh «ought What charming gueat ? Yea. the good wilb here·If and pkyfttl ch»l< Are to yowr rapt. deep reading recvacilad. Vt Kor thie alone. though etill aupreme M thie; Of all thing· hare we eery much to tell: No corner uf »he huey world we mm, Where plcMuree dwell Or profits that may render you ;»ore gay. More wiae. more nch. ia each decUuing day! VII Take from our friend· " TmK Sta*."* And what remain»? A aight. drear gloouuug Cat O'er deaert plaine— A wild, surf-beaten shore. Moaning and chill. Which phantom cloud· glide o'et, Ρ id una g ill ! VIII But give ' Tot Sta» —aad lo! The daeert «mike ? The ocean· sand, aglow. Laagha to her «le·! At «eery step are she 11a. With rainbow hue·. And each, im whiapm. tell· IX. We are th· Children of " Τ·· St At," lis light m rapid wiag. That ao. the mm gone down. No darknam red the town! vko bnog la well our mia m T· A? S· AU. I X. ! Your kind eyee myi ■aoamNiw Yubi Dat? Y . τ "Carriers' Address" of The Evening Star newsboys in 1865. Photograph of original preserved by the Library of Congress. THAT same newspaper, one year later, in ' its New Year greeting, declared that the lark was not more gay Than newsboy is on New Year day. Altho he rides not on pegasus He will not detgn to speak of asses. He pushes forward on his ponev. To act the part—and take the money." The National Intelligencer, published In Washington by Gales & Sea ton, greeted their . subscribers in a broadside on January 1, 1832, with 47 verses of six lines each. A few ex tracts are appended: "Hail patron»! As the clock struck twelve last night, That crazy eloclc that ne'er was right before. A blooming year teas born—an infant, bright And then he proceeds to "take a look at Congress, stating that: "Tho their speeches often seem quixotic, This only proves them doubly patriotic. Their precious country—it is all their care, And so they speechify from morn to night. Touching their theme at random, here and there, While all their thoughts are like the scattered flight Of hostile birds—in which no two agree To keep each other goodly company. "1 saw two fight, and ne'er from me will fade The grand impression that their pistols made. It was a thrilling sight—the bullets hissed From out their fiery barrels— But both escaped with life, one narrowly, The burning ball passed through his ample skirt." Very evidently the poet of this greeting wit nessed the famous duel between Henry Clay and John Randolph of Roanoke, when Mr. Randolph's life was saved by "an unseemly garment," his flannel dressing gown, which he had worn to the field of honor and which made it impossible for his antagonist to locate the body of the thin, swarthy Senator. In any event, the creator of the 1832 carriers' address had quite enough of the code duello and pro ceeded to poke fun of It In the following six lines: *7 would advise those who intend to fight A duel, when they feel their honor picked, To use the popgun, 'tis so very light. And what is more, so safe—none ever kicked Or burst unless it had too thin α shell And then the little thing does just as weU.m HEREWITH Is reprinted In part a "Carriers' Address" written for New Year day, 1871. They went in strong for poetry back In those days of Gov. Shepherd and a District Legisla ture, and saw to it that their patrons got plenty. The author of the dramatic lines Is today unknown. There was no art connected with the route boy's greeting except the fancy border of the printer. Today the subecriber gets both poetic and pictorial effect, together with a fine calendar. "1 fly! I flyl" So sings old Time, And Youth, impatient, chides the song: "Oh when shall come the day sublime. The day I languish for so long?" "I fly! I fly!" And Age looks up. Aweary of the languid years; "how would I pass away the cup. That still o'erbrims ivith bitter tears!" Let all rejoice today! The world rolls on! Those who would bid it stay, Sink, and are gone! Brave world, that ever so Strikes the oppressor low! And ours—The Evening Star! Long hath it shone, and far! Cheering the closing days. How all men seek its rays! When faint its light arose, Struggling through clouds of foet. The few who answered, "Hail!"' Whispered the sad rhyme, "Fail!" Just here, there enters such α clamorous throng Of royal youths—we cease, perforce, our song. "Well, in good time!" cries one. What need to sing Old songs stai over? CARRIERS! That'» the thing! If to you please, what hinders you. we say. To puff yourselves on every mortal day. While we, who need the more tome hearty cheer. Can bring our merits up but once a year! In the heat of the Summer, The WinterΊ cold, Sure and swift-footed, Eager and bold. Out through all weathers— Nothing annoys In the line of their duty, The Carrier boys! Thousands are waiting, Street looks to street— Hark! 'Tit the music— The Carriers' feet! How the day's trouble Their coming destroys! Life is worth living. With—Carrier boys! Here, then, we are, again— Jolly, all here! Wishing good wishes! HAPPY NEW YEAR! Double and treble AU of your joys Something o'er/lowing— For CARRIER BOYS! Widow of Lenin Continued From Fourth Page revolution. His second wife, a 19-year-old office secretary, not being conspicuous in the Com munist party, never once appeared in public. 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