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A quiet old village lined with trees,
:iorae people wonder why it was called Brougham,
here the dogs roam about, an: the birds and bees.
I like it though, because it is home.
This quiet old village with dwelling and shop
Has ,,,-thstood weather for one hundred Mears.
The hotel dispenses tobacco and pop
Where once was sold wine, whiskey and beers.
the town turned temperance some years ago,
I°o the,reat discomfort _ of some, I know.
But 'tis much more pleasant along the main street,
4ithout a bum, or a drunk man to meet.
There was a ':hurch ,at the foot of the hill,
A fine old building most everyone said.
Not enough folks went to p..y t"_ bill
>o they tore it down to bi.,Ttheir dead.
This same little town is the township seat
Once a month here the council meet,
gut every little while there, they hold a dance
dhere the young do the jitters, while the old ones prance.
This little old town I've told you about
Has marry virtues of which we could shout
But I'll end ny rhyme with this to say
Visit it oncei ':ou'll want to stay.
written by v. J . ;rown
POEMS
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A quiet old village lined with trees,
Some people u•;onder why it was called Brougham,
There the dogs roam about, and the birds and bees.
I like it though, because it is home.
This quiet old village with dwelling and shop
'_as withstood weather for one hundred years.
The hotel dispenses tobacco and pop
`,here once was sold wine, whiskey and beers.
The town turned temperance some years ago,
To the great discomfort of some, I know.
ut 'tis much more pleasant along the main street,
',lithout a bum, or a drunk man to meet.
There was a Church at the foot of the hill,
A fine old building most everyone said.
Not enough folks went to pp:y -the bill
So they tore it down to bu.ryr heir dead.
This same little town is the township seat
Once a month here the council meet,
rut every little while there, they hold a dance
,'here the young do the jitters, while the old ones prance.
This little old. town I've told you about
Has many virtues of which we could shout
But I'll end my rhyme with -this to say
Visit it once; You'll want to stay.
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A quiet old Village all lined with trees,
Old timers claim named after Lord Brougham
Where the dogs roam about, and birds and bees.
I like it though, because it is home.
This quiet old Village with dwelling and shop
Has withstood the weather a hundred years
The Hotel dispenses tobacco and pop
Where once was sold wine, whiskey and beers.
The Town turned temperance some years ago
To the great discomfort of some I know,
But it is more pleasant along the main street
Without a bum or drunk man to meet.
This little town is the Township seat.
It is in the hall here the Council greet,
But once in a while there they hold a dance
[There the young do the jitters while the old ones prance.
This little Town I have told you about
Has many virtues of which we could shout.
But I'll end my rhyme with this to say
Visit it once and you will want to stay.
her dent.'' "a`ft��rr�t�®n
CANADA
Canada, thou offspring of a mighty nation,
Fair daughter of a mother truly great;
Our hearts are filled with love and adoration,
As we upon thy future meditate.
A hundred -fold thy wheat fields now are yielding,
The cattle on a thousand hills are thine.
Thy wealthy mines, and miles of virgin forrest,
To make thee rich, these blessings all combine.
Tk,r great renown, and prestige far has travelled.
To other lands thy glory has gone forth;
Thy righteous laws; and liberty of conscience,
Are honored and esteemed at their true worth.
The hoary headed nations of the old lands,
Centuries old in culture, wealth and art;
Have given you a place among the nations,
And in world affairs assigning thee a part.
When the mother country sent her call across the water.
To the children she had raised upon her breast,
11e are ready quickly answered sons and daughters,
To fight for freedom and the sore oppressed
When there came the cry of many hungry children,
From the motherland across the far-flung sea,
Our Nmpirels need is ours our country answers,
Blood calls to blood in one great family.
May all our hearts and voices mingle,
In praise of God who lives and rules above,
And pray that He will bless and keep all people
That men may live in fellowship and love.
.....................
Isabelle Brown.
GO w.`Esr, YGUNG m.,N:
z copy of the Markham Sun, dated September 4th, 1896, was brought
to us by bar. GGardham Tran. It contains the following joem written
by N'T. J. A. White, Green River,
IN EXPERIENCE IN DAKOT.A
I left the little toryn of Brougham
One year ago last Spring
I h,xd saved a little money
-And thought vtiould be the thing
To go out west and buy a farm
And work with mi,,.ht And main,
Get rich as Gould or Vanderbilt
,end t i:en come home a;�a in.
I had read about Dakota
With its mighty fields of grain
About its balmy zephyrs
And its gentle falls of rain,
About its pleasant sunshine
And its gentle falls of snob,
So therefore to Dakota
I made ur my mind to go.
I bought farm; I built a house,
ind I sowed my fields with grain;
.nd I waited for the zephyrs
=ind the gentle falls of rain
I did not have to wdit in vain,
For on one Summer day
"there came u gericle zephyr
:,nd it blew my house away.
I %itched my fields of growing grain,
And I figured o'er and a' er ,
The bounteous gain that I would have
One hundred fold or more;
The <-old for v.hich I'd sell my grain,
The mortg:ige I would pay,
But alas, the hopper grasses came,
And they chewed it all :sway.
Before that dreari, winter passed,
I nearly starved to death;
And in the Spring I gathered ul.
What few thing: I had left,
And so by working on my way
At last, worn out and gaunt,
I found myself once more, thank God
Three miles south of Claremont.
2
The farlil is in the same old place
It hus not blown away;
And any of you can hove it
If the mortgage you %ill pjy;
But to the young men of Pickering
My kind :advice mould be --
Stick to the good old Pickering hills,
They are p.00d enough for me:
BROt'GF�` SCh00L
1859 - 1959
Villagers counted their shillings and pence,
Purchased a site; erected a Pence;
Steadily toiled with primite tool,
'Till sturdy and strong stood Brougham's School.
Tittle boys came with their copper toes,
Girls in their pinafores and bows
Teachers taught them their ,A,.B.C.1s,
At recess they shouted beneath the trees.
Years passed by; the school still stood,
Strong red bricks and frame of wood.
Grandparents told !the girls and boys
of past remembered woes and joys.
One hundred years the school has stood,
Sheltering both the bad and Food,
Out from the doors great men have come,
Girls became women creating a home.
end now in nineteen fifty-nine,
A new school's built across the line,
'vith modern walls and shining glass,
"Kith room for more than one small class.
Let us never forget the old red school
That was built long ago to overrule
Darkness and ignorance; to bring the light
Through the hundred years yet in our sight.
U
BROUGHAM FAIR, 1880
By William John Michell
Pray banish all cats while I describe in this poem,
The Agricultural Show held lately in Brougham,
Which village being situate in central Pickering,
For this festal occasion was thought just the thing,
So I hope against such choice no objections you'll bring.
Because for a public meeting, assembly or race,
We usually pick out the middlemost place,
But it was remarked at the present transaction,
That by an odd sort of centripetal action,
The visitors themselves formed the source of attraction.
The roads were all crowded two to six in each rig,
Were seated in buggy, light wagon or gig,
But those not so showy after Council and talk
Not possessing a carriage yet dreading a baulk,
Became showy enough to determine they'd walk.
The ladies like Queens came from North, South, East and West,
Most deeming themselves the most stylish and best,
All seemed happy save those who appeared in mean dressing,
Who received snubs and sneers with a very scant blessing,
For courtesy to poor folks is not worth professing.
When arrived at the village some went to the Inn,
And were cordially welcomed by mine host Thomas Chinn,
Who assured them the show would very shortly begin,
And that he could supply them with wine, brandy or gin,
And all refreshments required in exchange for their Tin.
Then in order that they should not dry up or burst,
Some luncheon they took to stay hunger and thirst,
The grounds were then opened, the man at the wicket
For twenty cents paid him gave each one a ticket,
For which he could enter as chip as a cricket.
There the horses, bulls, cows, sheep and swine did unite.
With ladies' work, grain, and so forth to make a grand sight,
Which the farmers' hearts filled with much joy and delight,
Sometimes varied, alas, by a quarrel or fight,
Which the liquor imbibed no doubt did incite.
For some gents looked like lions fresh out of -their dens,
Others seemed like poor roosters just pecked by the hens,
Ben Beard Fare strolled round as if lord of the place,
Jerry Sneak sunk aghast as he saw his wife's face,
(And for sipping some whiskey begged pardon and grace,
Which for free and independent seemed rather hard case.)
The ladies came forth clad in splendid attire,
And much admiration around did inspire,
Which set the hearts of their husbands and sparks in a tremble,
For the real upper ten they did nearly resemble.
Being dressed "to the nines", on the ground to assemble.
And there they paraded with flounces and trains,
Of a yard long or more causing trouble and pain,
For in case of a mis-step were a constable near
Might cause a distress for a rent in arrear (a rear)
Which would make the unconscious transgressor feel queer,
Or give him chill ague at this time of the year.
Then the children were ready for mischief and fun,
If by father reproved to their mother would run,
And if she became angry and they were perverse.
To their Dad they'd return to beg cents to disburse
And by this crafty process they daily grew worse.
And thus their ideas make a shoot quite precocious,
And young hopeful becomes both astute and ferocious,
And his cunning which he took no pains to conceal,
Is so great that if caught in a trap made of steel,
Out of it he'd wriggle like a slippery eel.
At the Hall near the Department of fruits,
Was a Londoner viewing the herbs and the roots.
"Zounds," said he, "I can't understand by no means.
How these people can raise such fine cabbage and greens,
Cauliflowers, tomatoes and choice kdney beans."
'And I'm Mowed but my rnouU bec res suaae�ry moi.�rer
When I looks upon that fine vegetae hoystert
Aga aya_for their honions and tater end sgtl'
Their skins are so clean they requr a no wash.'
Then young Canada shouted, "ThaVs so, by gosh!"
Then there was a Yankee with huge.chains on his breast,
With hat set aslant and fine satin vest,
"Wa-11 stranger," says he, "cutely raising his brows,
"You have certainly gat there some very fine keows,
Which you've certainly raised on food better than brouse."
With a grin said young Archie by way of reply,
"Ye ken they'r keows by thoroughbred kye,
But I'm told that you are as a purchaser plucky,
So come buy them of me and I hope you'll be lucky,
And raise a fine stock from them down in Kentucky."
Then there's farmer Waddell who the stalls did adorn
With his jars of fine honey like his gift to Lord Lorne
And the Princess, *ho thought of the old song so funny
And Grip's cartoon of the Marquis a-countin' his money
And herself in her parlour eating bread with her honey.
Think of McAllum More in his tartan and bonnet,,
With the heron's plume placed so becomingly on it,
Surrounded by clansmen each a true Highland Scot,
He himself scraping honey from a vile laxcon pot,
When far better honey in the Highlands they've got,
One would think some Canadians a rather strange lot.
Then round Dr. Milne's fine grapes some did muster,
Much coveting of them a bunch or a cluster,
But after lingering around perhaps half an hour
They finding to get some was out of their power,
Like the fox in the fable declared they were sour.
Then others inspected the bread and the butter
And the cheese, which last put me in a sad flutter,
And I thought my sad life was approaching a crisis
When luckily 'mong folks of sorts and sizes,
An altercation arose concerning the Prizes.
Old Humphrey once wrote a long chapter on toppers,
As an unworthy method of gaining the coppers,
But a certain J. P. not resembling the cabos
To the show sent a bag with the smallest potatoes
With very fine ones on top which drew forth great O's.
The great Show was ended. Mr. Chinn gave his dinner
To which farmers repaired lest they become thinner,
Well spread were the tables, wine followed each toast,
Then the President speech in which he would boast
That as he worked his farm, the land produced most.
In like strain spoke others; more wine followed after
Each song and each jest causing mirth and much laughter,
And I earnestly hope that with strict truth at least
It could never be said of a guest at that feast,
Though a man among cattle, he among man was a beast.
And now it is time these droll rhymes to conclude,
Describing the scene which quite shyly I viewed,
As esconced in my cell and quite ill at my ease,
Still I hope that my verses the reader may please,
Being sung by a queer little mouse in the cheese.
And though lengthy and tedious you may deem my song,
He'll remember we all cherish tales that are long,
But hark — I must wish you all a hasty adieu,
For I hear near the shanty a busy cat mew,
Which echo repeats like anti -pussy cat's muse.
The "little mouse in the cheese" who wrote these verses was
William John Michell, who must have had a splendid view of the
folk who came to Brougham in 1880 to attend the big Fair. This
poem was submitted by Miss Helen N. Michell, of Toronto, who
found it recently among old things which she had preserved, The
poet was her grandfather, who "kept store in Claremont in the
early `80's". He came to Canada in 1832 and settled in Claremont.
There are a number of his relatives and descendents in these parts,
and it is a prominent name in the community. Miss Michell says
that he used to be called Mitchell rather than Michell. We can
picture him as the jovial type, with a merry twinkle in his eye,
and a special gift for his arrangement of words!
BR OUGF -1.1 F IRF?:'`_.EN
The ringing of the fire bell
Sends fear upon the air,
And anxious voices shouting:
Where is it? tell me where.
But firemen with stern visage
:Are speeding to the hall,
And donning coats and helmets
In answer to the call.
All things are quite in order,
Kept so by Fireman Gray;
Yo time is lost in action
Frepar ing for the fray.
the fire hall doors swing open,
The fire truck rushes out,
The firemen in their places,
Fine fighters, there's no doubt.
With Bruce or Bill or Eddy
Upon the driver's seat,
Sure keep i_t swiftly speeding
:end they are hard to beat
For years these gallant firemen
Have served this district well,
So give them credit every one
`:'t.en'ere you hear the bell
C Brown
O �
To raise some money is the scheme
Of all our lady workers
For our Soldier Comfort League as best we can,
, 'd
We hope there'll be no shirkers,
Around your waist a measuring line
Please place, but not too tightly —
It is not well to wear tight bands,
We want this all done rightly.
Within this apron pocket then,
For every inch so measured, '
Please place a shining copper cent,
By us they will be treasured.
Then back to us this apron bring
On the date here indicated.
At tea we'll count the offering
l And I'm sure we'll be elated.
i 3 o'clock op the afternoon of Tuesda-
25th, at the home of Miss McK'
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BROUGHAM WOMEN'S INSTITUTE - 60TH ANNIVERSARY 1910-1970
1. A goodly thing it is to meet
With all our friends today.
You have come to help us celebrate
Our sixtieth anniversary day.
2. We organized in 1910
A long, long time ago,
For home and country we have worked
With pride we tell you so.
3. We know you share with us today
The same good deeds well done.
As each in her own special way
Her talents she has shown.
4. Our hats and trays and rugs and things
Our diets and main dishes,
But sometimes diets do not work
Much against our wishes.
5. We look into the future years
Our hopes are shining bright,
We share with women round the world,
The Women's Institute.
CHORUS
And now dear friends we welcome you
Old friends and new ones too.
We hope that you will have some fun
As we entertain you.
Written by Mrs. Jack Mitchell
Tune - Auld Lang Syne
BROU HAT,` FAIR 1880
by William John Kitchell
Pray banish all cats while I describe in this poem,
The Agricultural Show held lately in 31ougham,
Which village being situa-ue in central Pickering,
For this Festal occasion was thought just the thine,
So I hope against such choice no objections youill br in`• .
Because for a public meeting, assembly or race,
vie usually rick out themiddlemost place,
But it was remarked at ' the present transact ion,
That by an odd sort of centripetal action,
The visitors themselves formed the source of attraction.
The roads were all crowded two to six in each rig,
vIere seated in buggy, light wagon or gig,
3ut those not so showy after Council and talk,
Not possessing a carriage �-et 'reading a baulk,
Became snowy enough to determine they'd walk.
The ladies like Queens came From North, South, Fast and West,
%'lost deeming themselves the most stylish and best,
All seemed happy save those v�h.o appeared in mean dressing,
Who received snubs and sneers with a very scant blessing,
For courtesy to poor fcIks is not worth professing.
V,ehn arrived at the village some to t' � Inn,
And were cordially welcomed by fine Yost Thomas Chinn,
Wh Mat d the theshow ould very shortly bbegin,
t�n� t iat Re could supply t�iem with wine, brAndy or give,
And all refreshments required in exchange for their Tin.
Then in order that they should not dry up or burst,
Some luncheon they took to stay hunger and thirst,
The grounds were then opened, the man at the wicket,
For twenty cents paid him ga-ve each one a ticket
For which he could enter as chip as a cricket.
There the horses, bulls, cows, sheep and swine did unite,
Faith ladies' work, gain, and so forth to make a grand sight,
Which the farmers' hearts filled with much joy and delight,
Sometimes varied, alas, by a quarrel or fight,
Which the liquor imbibed no doubt did incite.
For some vents looked like lions fresh out of their dens,
Others seemed like poor roosters just pecked by the hens,
Ben Beard Fare strolled round as if lord of the place,
Jerry Sneak sunk aghast as he saw his wife's face,
(And for sipping some whiskey begged pardon and grace,
Vfhich for free and independent seemed rather hard case.)
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T)ie ladies came forth clad in splendid attire,
And much adr.irat ian around did inspire,
Vjhich set the hearts of their husbands and sparks in a tremble,
For the real upper ten they did nearly resemble,
Being dressed "to the nines", on the ground to assemble.
And there they paraded with flounces and !:rains,
Of a yard long or more causing trouble and pain,
For in case of a mis-step were a constable near,
Pdi^ht cause a distress for a rent in arrear (a rear)
Which could make the unconscious transgressor feel queer,
Or give him chill ague at this time of the year.
Then the children were ready for mischief and fun,
If by father reproved to their mother would run,
A
nd if she became angry and they were perverse,
To their Dad they's return to beg cents to disburse,
And by this crafty process they daily grew worse.
And thus their ireas make a shoot quite precocious,
And young hopeful becomes both astute and ferocious,
rind his cunning which he took no pains to conceal,
Is so great that if caught in a trap Made of steel,
Out of it he's wriggle like a slippery eel.
At the hall near the Department of fruits.
Was a Londoner viewine the herbs and the roots,
"Zounds," said he, "I can't understand b1 no means,
How these people can raise such fine cabbage and greens,
Cauliflowers, tomatoes and choice kidney beans."
"And I'm. blowed but my mouth becomes suddenly moister,
When I looks upon that fine vegetable hoyster,
And as for their honions and tjters and squash
Their skins are so clean they require no wash.?'
Then young Canada shouted, "That's so, by gosh!"
Then there was a Yankee with huge chains on his breast,
With hat set aslant and fire satin vest,
"Wa-11 stranger," says he, "cutely raising his brows,
"You have certainly got there some very fine keows,
"Which you've certainly raised on foot better than brouse."
pith a grin said ,young Archie b y way cf reply,
"Ye ken they'r keows by thor-oughbred kye,
But I'm told that you are as a purcht3ser plucky,
So
corrie buy
them
of me
and
I hope
you'll
be lucky,
xnd
raise a
fine
stock
Prom
them
down
in
Kentucky."
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Pray banish all cats N/hile I describe in this poem,
The Agricultural Show held lately in Brougham,
Which village being situate in central Pickering,
For this festal occasion was thought just the thing,
So I hope against such choice no objections you'll bring.
Because for a public meeting, assembly or race,
We usually pick out the middlemost place,
But it was remarked at the present transaction,
That by an odd sort of centripetal action,
The visitors themselves formed the source of attraction.
rs. Anthony and
ust finished two
s. They spent part
a camping trip up
The roads were all crowded two to six in each rig,
Were seated in buggy, light wagon or gig,
But those not so showy after Council and talk
Not possessing a carriage yet dreading a baulk,
Became showy enough to determine they'd walk.
The ladies like Queens came from North, South, East and West,
Most deeming themselves the most stylish and best,
All seemed happy save those who appeared in mean dressing,
Who received snubs and sneers with a very scant blessing,
For courtesy to poor folks is not worth professing.
When arrived at the village some went to the Inn,
And were cordially welcomed by mine host Thomas Chinn,
Who assured them the show would very shortly begin,
And that he could supply them with wine, brandy or gin,
And all refreshments required in exchange for their Tin.
Then in order that they should not dry up or burst,
Some luncheon they took to stay hunger and thirst,
The grounds were then, opened, the man at the wicket
For twenty cents paid him gave each one a ticket,
For which he could enter as chip as a cricket.
''here the horses, bulls, cows, sheep and swine did unite,
A�5th ladies' work, grain„ and so forth to make a grand sight,
Which the farmers' hearts filled with much joy and delight,
Sometimes varied, alas, by a quarrel or fight,
Which the liquor imbibed no doubt did incite.
For some gents looked like .lions fresh out of their dens,
Others seemed like poor roosters just pecked by the hens,
Ben Beard Fare strolled round as if lord of the place,
Jerry Sneak sunk aghast as he saw his wife's face,
,(And for sipping some whiskey begged pardoh and grace,
Which for free and independent seemed rather hard case.)
The ladies came forth clad in splendid attire,
And much admiration around did inspire,
Which set the hearts of their husbands and sparks in a tremble,
For the real upper ten they did nearly resemble,
Being dressed "to the nines", on the ground to assemble.
And there they paraded with flounces and trains,
Of a yard long or more causing trouble and pain,
For in case of a mis-step were a constable near
Might cause a distress for a rent in arrear (a rear)
Which would make the unconscious transgressor feel queer,
Or give him chill ague at this time of the year.
Then the children were ready for mischief and fun,
If by father reproved to their mother would run,
And if she became angry and they were perverse,
To their Dad they'd return to beg cents to disburse
And by this crafty process they daily grew worse.
And thus their ideas make a shoot quite precocious,
And "young hopeful becomes both astute and ferocious,
And his cunning which he took no pains to conceal,
Is so great that if caught in a trap made of steel,
Out of it he'd wriggle like a slippery eel.
At the Hall near the Department of fruits,
Was a Londoner viewing the herbs and the roots,
"Zounds," said he, "I can't understand by no means,
How these people can raise such fine cabbage and greens,
Cauliflowers, tomatoes and choice kidney beans."
ARNOLD
FARMS
No. 7 Highway
And Don Mills
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"And I'm blowed but my mouth becomes suddenly moister
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"And I'm blowed but my mouth becomes suddenly moister
��.* .; _ine-y-c talee hoyster.
_ And as for their honions and taters an sq
Their skins are so clean they require no wash."
Then young Canada shouted, "That's so, by gosh!"
Then there was a Yankee with huge chains on his breast,
With hat set aslant and fine satin, vest,
"Wa-11 stranger," says he, "cutely raising his brows,
"You have certainly get there some very fine keows.
Which you've certainly raised on food better than brouse."
With a grin said young Archie by way of reply,
"Ye ken they'r keows by thoroughbred kye,
But I'm told that you are as a purchaser plucky,
So come buy them of me and I hope you'll be lucky.
And raise a fine stock from them down in Kentucky:"
Then there's farmer Waddell who the stalls did adorn
With his jars of fine honey like his gift to Lord Lorne
_ And the Princess, who thought of the old song so funny
And Grip's cartoon -of the -Marquis a-countin' hiq money
And herself in her parlour eating bread with her honey.
Think of McAllum More in his tartan and bonnet,
With the heron's plume placed so becomingly on it.
Surrounded by clansmen each a true Highland Scot,
He himself scraping honey from a vile laxcon pot,
When far better honey in the Highlands they've got,
One would think some Canadians a rather strange lot.
Then round Dr. Milne's fine grapes some did muster,
Much coveting of them a bunch or a cluster,
But after lingering around perhaps half an hour
They finding to get some was out of their power,
Like the fox in the fable declared they were sour.
Then others inspected the bread and the butter
And the cheese, which last put me in a sad flutter,
And I thought my sad life was approaching a crisis
When luckily 'mong folks of sorts and sizes,
An altercation arose concerning the Prizes.
Humphrey once wrote a long chapter on toppers,
in unworthy method of gaining the coppers,
a certain J. P. not resembling the cabos
`ie show sent a bag with the smallest potatoes
i very fine ones of top which drow forth great O's.
great Show was ended. Mr. Chinn gave his dinner
which farmers repaired lest they become thinner,
ell spread were the tables, wine followed each toast,
rhen the President speech in which he would boast
That as he worked his farm, the land produced most.
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In like strain spoke others; more wine followed after
Each song and each jest causing mirth and much laughter,
And I earnestly hope that with strict truth at least
It could never be said of a guest at that feast,
Though a man among cattle, he among man was a beast.
And now it is time these droll rhymes to conclude,
Describing the scene which quite shyly I viewed,
As esconced in my cell and quite ill at my ease,
Still I hope that my verses the reader may please,
Being sung by a queer little mouse in the cheese.
And though lengthy and tedious you may deem my song,
He'll remember we all cherish tales that are long,
But hark — I must wish you all a hasty adieu,
For I.hear near the shanty a busy cat mew,
Which echo repeats like anti -pussy cat's muse.
The "little mouse in the cheese" who wrote these verses was
William John Michell, who must have had a splendid view of the
folk who came to Brougham in 1880 to attend the big Fair. This
poem was submitted by Miss Helen N. Michell, of Toronto, who
found it recently among old things which she had preserved, The
poet was her grandfather, who "kept store in Claremont in the
early 180's". He came to Canada in 1832 and settled in Claremont.
There are a number of his relatives and descendents in these parts,
and it is a prominent name in the community. Miss Michell says
that he used to be called Mitchell rather than Michell. We can
picture him as the jovial type, with a merry twinkle in his eye,
and a special gift for his arrangement of words!
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A littl" loneaune I couli tell.
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Gl;:d to ue where ije..' lift was s_�,ent.
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The old fashioni�d d4ys iti:uit any carp.
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BROUGF-+Avl LdOMEN I S INSTITUTE - 60TTi AN14IVERSARY 1910-1970
1. A goodly thing it is to meet
With all our friends today.
You have come to help us celebrate
Our sixtieth anniversary day.
2. We organized in 1910
A long, long time ago,
For home and country we have worked
With pride we tell you so.
3. We know you share with us today
The same good deeds well done.
As each in her own special way
Her talents she has shown.
4. Our hats and trays and rugs and things
Our diets and main dishes,
But sometimes diets do not work
Much against our wishes.
5. We look into the future years
Our hopes are shining bright,
We share with women round the world,
The Women's Institute.
CHORUS
And now dear friends we welcome you
Old friends and new ones too.
We hope that you will have some fun
As we entertain you.
Written by Mrs. rack Mitchell
Tune - Auld Lang Syne
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copy of the Markham Sun, dated Septeriber 4th, lI 96, was brought
to us by Mr. Gurdham Iran. It contains the following j oem v.r itten
by `.'r. T. A. White, Green River.
MY E XT,ERIEENCE IN DiLKOrA
I lift the little tov:n of Brougham
One ye-xr ago last Spring
C had saved a little money
:tind thought -i ould he the thing;
To go out west and buy a .farm
And %or k vy ith might and :actin,
Get rich as Gould or Vanderbilt
And then come home again.
I had read about I1_1kata
With Lts mijhty fields of train
About its balmy zephyrs
nd its rentle Yells of rf in,
About its rle:asant sunshine
And its gentle falls of sno: ,
So therefore to Dakota
I made ups any mind to go.
I bought I farm; I built a house,
,.-end I sowed Pay fields grain;
And I waited for the zaphyrs
end the gentle falls of rain
I did not have to wAit in vain,
For on one Summer day
there c:Amc a gentle zephyr
,nd it ble% my house away.
I watched my fields of E�rov,inf- grain,
And I figured o'er and o'er ,
The bountEcU: gain that I would have
Cne hundred fold or more;
Phe rrold for which I'd sell my grain,
The mortgage I would pay,
But alas, the hopper grasses cage,
+nd they chewed it all away.
Before that dreary winter I:-ajssed,
I nearly starved to de,ith;
-.nd in the Spring I g..Atl erect u
fev. things I had left,
.nd so by working on my way
"I last, worn out and gaunt,
I round myself once more, thank God
Three miles south of Claremont.
2.
the farm is in the same old r.lece
It h-us not blovwn awu77 j
Arid in, cf you CL n huia it;
If the mortgage ;you ti'rill p-1y;
But to t',e 1i7oun^ men of Tickerir_l,
MY kind :advice would be --
Stick to ttje good old ^ickcrin, `,ills,
The. .are t,00d enour-h for me:
lc 59 - 1959 by W .;. Brown
:� F-reat Centennial Celebration
At the old Brougham School,
Some vent there for learnin,;,
Others went t? ere to Fool,
Alany were the students
Who passed along this v°rAy,
A few went far afield,
Others deemed here to sty.; .
There will be many stories told
Of dj-ys now lon -. since last,
Of friends and :associations,
How fresh these memories last.
Teachers we have known
';4ho tried to do their share
By importing valued kno%led Vie,
To the young souls in their care,
The little happy incidents
That we remember best
Could we but Po back
To be evith all the rest,
Uho attended this old school
T'vvould brine- so many joys
To live �.ain the days v,�e went
us studious girls and boys.
shere h..Vebeen many changes
"Athe the - eople we have known,
Some have been :-uiite successful
From the seeds of knowledge scv.n,
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We should then be thankful
For the ',.ncv.ledpe roe r.ossess,
By uttendinp this old school
Has assisted this success.
BROUGHAM FAIR, 1880
by William John Michell
Pray banish all cats while I describe in this poem,
The Agricultural Show held lately in Brougham,
Which village being situate in central Pickering,
For this festal occasion was thought just the thing,
So I hope against such choice no objections you'll bring.
Because for a public meeting, assembly or race,
We usually pick out the middlemost place,
But it was remarked at the present transaction,
That by an odd sort of centripedal action,
The visitors themselves formed the source of attraction.
The roads were all crowded two to six in each rig,
Were seated in buggy, light wagon or gig,
But those not so showy after Council and talk
Not possessing a carriage yet dreading a baulk,
Became showy enough to determine they'd walk.
The ladies like Queens came from North, South, East and West,
Most deeming themselves the most stylish and best,
All seemed happy save those who appeared in mean dressing,
Who received snubs and sneers with a very scant blessing,
For courtesy to poor folks is not worth professing.
When arrived at the village some went to the Inn,
And were cordially welcomed by mine host Thomas Chinn,
Who assured them the show would very shortly begin,
And that he could supply them with wine, brandy or gin,
And all refreshments required in exchange for their Tin.
Then in order than they should not dry- up or burst,
Some luncheon they took to stay hunger and thirst,
The grounds were then opened, the man at the wicket
For twenty cents paid him gave each one a ticket,
For which he could enter as chip as a cricket.
There the horses, bulls, cows, sheep and swine did unite,
With ladies' work, grain, and so forth to make a grand sight,
Which the farmers' hearts filled with much joy and delight,
Sometimes varied, alas, by a quarrel or fight,
Which the liquor imbibed no doubt did incite.
For some gents looked like lions fresh out of their dens,
Others seemed like poor roosters just pecked by the hens,
Ben Beard Fare strolled round as if lord of the place,
Jerry Sneak sunk aghast as he saw his wife's face,
(And for sipping some whiskey begged pardon and grace,
Which for free and independent seemed rather hard case.)
"The ladies came forth cladin splendid attire,
And much admiration around did inspire,
Which set the hearts of their husbands and sparks in a trembly,
For the real upper ten they did nearly resemble
Being dressed `to the nines', on the ground to assemble.
And there they paraded with flounces and trains,
Of a yard long or more causing trouble and pain,
For in case of a mis-step were a constable near
Might cause a distress for a rent in arrear (a rear)
Which would make the unconscious transgressor feel queer,
Or give him chill ague at this time of the year.
Then the children were ready for mischief and fun,
If by father reproved to their mother would run,
.And if she became angry and they were perverse,
To their Dad they'd return to beg cents to disburse
,And by this crafty process they daily grew worse.
And thus their ideas make a shoot quite precocious,
And young hopeful becomes both astute and ferocious,
And his cunning which he took pains to conceal,
Is so great that if caught in a trap made of steel,
Out of it he'd wriggle like a slippery eel.
At the Hall near the Department of fruits,
Was a Londoner viewing the herbs and the roots,
"Zounds," said he, "I can't understand by no means,
-How these people canraise such fine cabbage and green§,
Cauliflowers, tomatoes and -choice kidney beans."
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3—BROUGHAM POEMS
"And I'm blowed but my mouth becomes suddenly moister
When I looks upon that fine vegetable hoyster,
And as for their honions and taters and squash,
Their skins are so clean they require no wash."
Then young Canada shouted, "That's so, by gosh!"
Then there was a Yankee with huge chains on his breast,
With hat set aslant and fine satin vest,
"Wa-ll stranger," says he, cutely raising his brows,
"You have certainly got there some very fine keows,
Which you've certainly raised on food better than brouse."
With a grin said young Archie by way of reply,
"Ye ken they'r keows by thoroughbred kye,
But I'm told that you are as a purchaser plucky,
So come buy them of me and I hope you'll be lucky,
And raise a fine stock from them down in Kentucky."
Then there's farmer Waddell who the stalls did adorn
With his jars of fine honey like his gift to Lord Lorne
And the Princess, who thought of the old song so funny
And grip's cartoon of the Marquis a-countin' his money
And herself in her parlour eating bread with her honey.
Think of McAllum More in his tartan and bonnet,
With the heron's plume placed so becomingly on it,
Surrounded by clansmen each a true highland Scot,
He himself scraping honey from a vile laxcon pot,
When far better honey in the highlands they've got,
One would think some Canadians a rather strange lot.
Then round Dr. Milne's fine grapes some did muster,
Much coveting of them a bunch or a cluster,
But after lingering around perhaps half an hour
They finding to get some was out of their power,
Like the fox in the fable declared they were sour.
Then others inspected the bread and the butter
And the cheese, which last put me in a sad flutter,
And I thought my sad life was approaching a crisis
When luckily 'mong folks of sorts and sizes,
An altercation arose concerning the Prizes.
Old Humphrey once' wrote a long chapter on toppers,
As an unworthy method of gaining the coppers,
But a certain J. P. riot resembling the cabos
To the show sent a bag with the smallest potatoes
With very fine ones on top which drew forth great O's.
The great Show was ended. Mr. Chinn gave his dinner
To which farmers repaired lest they become thinner,
Well spread were the tables, wine followed each toast,
Then the President speech in which he would boast
That as he worked his farm, the land produced most.
In like strain spoke others; more wine followed after
Each song and each jest causing mirth and much laughter,
And I earnestly hope that with strict truth at least
It could never be said of a guest at that feast,
Though a man among cattle, he among man was a beast.
And now it is time these droll rhymes to conclude,
Describing the scene which quite shyly I viewed,
As esconced in my cell and quite ill at my ease,
Still I hope that my verses the reader may please,
Being sung by a queer little mouse in the cheese.
And though lengthy and tedious you may deem my song,
He'll remember we all cherish tales that are long,
But hark — I must wish you all a hasty adieu,
For I hear near the shanty a busy cat mew,
Which echo repeats like anti -pussy cat's muse.
*The "little mouse in the cheese" who wrote the foregoing verses was
William John Michell, who must have had a splendid view of the
folk who came Brougham in 1880 to attend the big Fair. Mr. Michell
came to Canada in 1832 and settled in Claremont where he kept
store in the early '80's.
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A quiet old village lined with trees,
Old timers claim named after Lord Brougham
Where the dogs roam about, and the birds and bees.
I like it though, because it is home.
This quiet old village with dwelling and shop
Has withstood the weather for one hundred years.
The Hotel dispenses tobacco and pop
Where once was sold wine, whiskey and beers.
The town turned temperance some years ago,
To the great discomfort of some, I know.
But 'tis much more pleasant along the main street,
Without a bum, or a drunk man to meet.
There was a church at the foot of the hill,
A fine old building most everyone said.
Not enough folks went to pay the bill
So they tore it down to bury their dead.
This same little town is the Township seat
It is in the Hall here the Council meet,
But once in a while there, they hold a dance
;There the young do the jitters while the old ones prance.
This little town I have told you about
Has many virtues of which we could shout.
But I'll end my rhyme with this to say
Visit it once and you will want to stay.
written by W. J. Brown
CANADA
Canada, thou offspring of a mighty nation,
Fair daughter of a mother truly great;
Our hearts are filled with love and adoration,
As we upon thy future meditate.
A hundred -fold thy wheat fields now are yielding,
The cattle on a thousand hills are thine.
Thy wealthy mines, and miles of virgin forest,
To make thee rich, these blessings all combine.
ThAT great renown, and prestige far has travelled,
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To other lands thy -lor y has gone forth;
Thy righteous laws; and liberty of conscience,
Are honored and esteemed at their true worth.
The hoary headed nations of the old lands,
Centuries old in culture, wealth and art,
'nave given you a place among the nations,
And in world affairs assigning thee a part.
:Then the mother country sent her call across the water,
To the children she had raised upon her breast,
.Je are ready quickly answered sons and daughters,
To fight for freedom and the sore oppressed.
'dhen there came the cry of many hungry children,
From the motherland across the far-flung sea,
Our 'mpire's need is ours our country answers,
:Mood calls to 'Mood in one great family.
ay all our hearts and voices riingle,
In praise of God who lives and rules above,
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And pray that He will bless and keep all people
That men may live in fellowship and love. Isabelle gown
The following poem was printed in the Markham Sun on
September 4, 1896 - it was written by J. A. White of
Green River.
�- MY EXPERIENCE IN DAKOTA
I left the little town of Brougham
One year ago last Spring
I had saved a little money
And thought would be the thing
To go out west and buy a farm
And work with might and main,
Get rich as Gould or Vanderbilt
And then come home again.
I had read about Dakota
With its mighty fields of grain
About its balmy zephyrs
And its gentle falls of rain,
About its pleasant sunshine
And its gentle falls of snow,
So therefore to Dakota
I made up my mind to go.
I bought a farm; I built a house,
And I sowed my fields with grain;
And I waited for the zephyrs
And the gentle falls of rain,
I did not have to wait in vain,
For on one summer day
There came a gentle zephyr
And it blew my house away.
I watched my fields of growing grain,
And I figured o'er and o'er,
The bounteous gain that I would have
One hundred fold or more;
The gold for which I'd sell my grain,
The mortgage I would pay,
But alas, the hopper grasses came,
And they chewed it all away.
Before that dreary winter passed,
I nearly starved to death;
And in the Spring I gathered up
„hat few things I had left,
And so by working on my way
At last, worn out and gaunt,
I found myself once mor*,thank God
Three miles south of Claremont.
The farm is in the same old place
it has not blown away;
Any any of you can have it
If the mortgage you will pay;
3ut to the young men of Pickering
My kind advice woulCl be --
Stick to the good old Pickering; hills,
They are good enough for me!
BROUGHA'.i SCHOOL
18�9 - 1959
Villagers counted their shillings and pence,
Purchased a site; erected a fence;
steadily toiled with primite tool,
'`rill sturdy and strong stood Brougham's School.
Little boys came with their copper toes,
Girls in their pinafores and bows,
Teachers taught them their A.T3.C.'s,
At recess they shouted beneath the trees.
Years passed by; the school still stood,
Strong red bricks and frame of wood.
Grandparents told the girls and boys
Of past remembered woes and joys.
One hundred years the school has stood,
'Sheltering both the bad and good,
Out from the doors great men have come,
Girls became women creating a home.
And now in nineteen fifty-nine,
n new school's built across the line,
`.']ith Modern walls and shining glass,
-4ith room for more than one small class.
Let us never forget the old red school
That was built long ago to overrule
Darkness and ignorance; to bring the light
Through the hundred years yet in our sight.
written by
Mrs. , 9 ,1. �torry,
Brougham, Ontario.
3ROUG1iA.I FAIR, 1880
by '',4+illiam John F, ichell
Fray banish all cats while I describe in this poem,
The Agricultural Show held lately in Brougham,
`;Thich village being situate in central Pickering,
For this festal occasion was thought just the thing,
3o I hope against such choice no objections you'll bring.
Because for a public meeting, assembly or race,
-,,'e usually pick out the rliddlemost place,
3ut it was remarked at the present transaction,
That by an odd sort of centripedal action,
The visitors themselves formed the source of attraction.
The roads were all crowded two to six in each rig,
Were seated in buggy, light wagon or gig,
But those not so showy after Council and talk
Not possessing a carriage yet dreading a baultc,
Became showy enough to determine they'd walk.
The ladies like Queens came from :north, South, _,ast and .hest,
.,ost deeming themselves the most stylish and best,
All seemed happy save those who appeared in mean dressing,
'J'ho received snubs and sneers with a very scant blessing,
2or courtesy to poor folks is not worth professing.
,when arrived at the village some went to the Inn,
And were cordially welcomed by mine host Thomas Shinn,
?ho assured them the show would very shortly be,_in,
And that he could supply them with wine, brandy or gin,
And all refreshments required in exchange for their Tin.
Then in order that they should not dry up or burst,
Some luncheon they took to stay hunger and thirst-,
The grounds were then opened, the man at -the wicket
For twenty cents paid him gave each one a ticket,
For which he could enter as chip as a cricket.
There the horses, bulls, cows, sheep and swine did unite,
With ladies' work, grain, and so forth to make a grand sight,
Which the farmers' hearts filled with much joy and delight,
Sometimes varied, alas, by a quarrel or fight,
Which the liquor imbibed no doubt did incite.
For some gents looked like lions fresh out of their dens,
Others seemed like poor roosters just pecked by the hens,
Ben 5eard Fare strolled round as if lord of the place,
Jerry Sneak slink aghast as he saw his wife's face,
(And for sipping some whiskey begged pardon and grace,
Which `'or free and independent seemed rather hard case.)
The ladies came forth clad in splendid attire,
And much admiration around did inspire,
'11hi_ch set the hearts of their husbands and sparks in a tremble,
For the real upper ten they did nearly resemble,
Being dressed 'to the nines', on the ground to assemble.
And there they paraded with flounces and trains,
Of a yard long or more causing trouble and pain,
For in case of a mis-step were a constable near
Might cause a distress for a rent in arrear (a rear)
•lhich would make the unconscious transgressor feel queer,
Or give him cha_11 ague at -this time of the year.
Then the children were ready for mischief and fun,
Tf by father reproved to their mother would run,
And if she became angry and they were perverse,
To their Dad they'd return to beg cents to disburse
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And by this crafty process they daily grew worse.
And thus their ideas ::lake a shoot quite precocious,
And young hopeful becomes both astute and %rocious,
And his cunning which he took no pains to conceal,
Is so --reat that if caught in a trap made of st--:el,
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Out of it he'd wriggle like a slippery eel.
At the :call near the Department of fruits,
"Ilas a Londoner viewing the herbs and the roots,
"Zounds," said he, "I can't understand by no means,
How these people can raise such fine cabbage and greens,
Cauliflowers, tomatoes and choice kidney beans."
"And I'm blowed but my mouth becomes suddenly moister
„Then I looks upon that fine vegetable hoyster,
And as for their honions and taters and squash,
Their skins are so clean they require no wash."
Then young Canada shouted, "That's so, by gosh:"
Then there was a Yankee with huge chains on his breast,
,tith hat set aslant and fine satin vest,
":da-11 stranger," says he, "cutely raising his brows,
"You have certainly E;ot there some very fine keows,
?hick you've certainly raised on food 'getter than brouse."
lith a grin said young Archie by way of reply,
"Ye ken they'r keows by thoroughbred kye,
But I'm told that you are as a purchaser plucky,
So come buy them of me and I hope you'll be lucky,
And raise a fine :stock from them down in Kentucky."
Then there's farmer ^laddell who the stalls did adorn
dith his jars of fine honey like his gift to Lord Lorne
And the Princess, who thought of the old son,,7 so funny
And grio's cartoon of the i'.arquis a-countin' his money
And herself in her parlour eating bread with her honey.
Think of ':IcAllurn T.',ore in his tartan and bonnet,
'rlith the heron's plume -placed so becomingly on it,
Surrounded by clansmen each a true highland Scot,
,le himself scraping honey from a vile laxcon pot,
When far better honey in the highlands they've `ot,
One would think some Canadians a rather strange lot.
Y%
Then round Dr. ilne's Fine grapes some did muster,
Much coveting of them a bunch or a cluster,
But after lingering around perhaps half an hour
They finding to get some was out of their power,
Like the fox in the fable declared they were sour.
Then others inspected the bread and the butter
And the cheese, which last put me in a sad flutter,
And I thought my sad life was approaching a crisis
,4hen luckily 'mong folks of sorts and sizes,
An altercation arose concerning the Prizes.
Old Humphrey once wrote a long chapter on toppers,
As an unworthy method of gaining the coppers,
But a certain J. P. not resembling the cabos
To the show sent a bag with the smallest -ootatoes
With very fine ones on top which drew forth great O's.
The ,Treat Show was ended. P>'';r. Chinn gave his dinner
To which farmers repaired lest they become thinner,
',yell spread were the tables, wine followed each toast,
Then the President s?)eech in which he would boast
That as he worked his farm, the land produced most.
In like strain spoke others; more wine followed after
each song and each jest causing mirth and much laughter,
And I earnestly hope that with strict truth at least
It could never be said of a guest at that feast,
Though a man among cattle, he among man was a beast.
And now it is time these droll rhymes to conclude,
Describing the scene which quite shyly I viewed,
As esconced in my cell and quite ill at my ease,
Still I hope that my verses the reader may please,
Being, sun,Sby a queer little mouse in the cheese.
And though lengthy an(i tedious you may deem my song,
He'll remember we all cherish tales that are long,
Eut hark - I must wish you all a hasty adieu,
For T hear near the shanty a busy cat mew,
'Jhich echo repeats like anti -pussy cat's muse.
The "little mouse in the cheese" who wrote the foregoing
verses was William John Michell, who must have had a splendid
view of the folk who came to Brougham in 1880 to attend the
big Fair. Mr. Michell came to Canada in 1832 and settled in
Claremontwnefig kept store imx&$zzgmzxt in the early 1801s.
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BROUGHAM" FIREMEN
The ringing of the fire:bell
Sends fear upon the air,
And anxious voices shouting;
Where is it? tell me where.
But firemen with stern visage
Are speeding to the hall,
And donning coats and helmets
In answer to the call.
All things are quite in order,
Kept so by Fireman Gray;
No time is lost in action
Preparing for the fray.
The fire hall doors swing open,
The fire truck rushes out,
The firemen in their places,
Fine fighters, there's no doubt.
With Bruce or Bill or Eddy
Upon the driver's seat,
Sure keep it swiftly speeding
And they are hard to beat.
For years these gallant firemen
Have served this district well,
So give them credit every one
aVhen'ere you hear the bell.
Written by Mrs. T.C. Brown
j� GOING HO14E FOR SUNDAY
I spent my Sunday down at Brougham,
That's where my mother makes her home.
It was in this hamlet I was born,
Where potatoes grow with beans and corn.
I found my mother very well,
A little lonesome I could tell.
She was snug and warm, so well content.
Glad to be whdre her life was spent.
She was busy baking, pies and cake.
That her kin, could her food partake.
To smell her cooking, brought days gone by,
"Iffien ginger cookies would catch my eye.
I thought of days I'd gone to school,
I like to think of days I'd fool
Fishing in brook; or climbing a pole,
Down with the gang at the swimming hole.
Those long thimble berries, that tasted so rare.
The old fashioned days without any care.
Could we but live them over again.
We'd do the same things, though now we are men.
written by W. J. Brown
1945
To raise some money is the scheme
Of all our lady workers
For our Soldier Comfort League as best we can,
We hope there'll be no shirkers.
Around your waist a measuring line
Please place, but not too tightly -
It is not well to wear tight bands,
We want this all done rightly.
Within this apron pocket then,
For every inch so measured,
Please place a shintN,�,opper cent,
By us they will be treasured.
Then back to us this apron bring
On the date here indicated.
At tea we'll count the offering
And I'm sure we'll be elated.
PATRIOTISI,I - HOME AND COUNTRY
Happy the youth whose tender pliant years
On this great creed of life has well been reared,
':ightier than the sword is truth', nor feared
Ever to face it, though grave danger nears,
And when the tide of criticism veers
Nobly stands for that truth, quite unafraid
Down on its altar love's great ransom laid
Convinced that patriots feel the call he hears
Oft does he dream of nobler things to come,
Utterly trusting, and with this content,
Never has patriotism greater meant
Than now, that truth and love surround the home.
Rare songs of "Home and Country" gladly sings
Youth's paean to the sky, on truth's glad wings.
written by Mrs. Thomas Morton
Brougham W. I.
The following lines were written by Mrs. Jack Mitchell
on the occasion of Brougham vdomen's Institute 60th
Anniversary 1910 - 1970. They were sung to the tune
of Auld Lang Syne.
A goodly thing it is to meet
With all our friends today.
You have come to help us celebrate
Our sixtieth anniversary day.
We organized in 1910
A long, long time ago,
For home and country we have worked
With pride we tell you so.
','e know you share with us today
The same good deeds well done.
As each in her own special way
Her talents she has shown.
Our hats and trays and rugs and things
Our diets and main dishes,
But sometimes diets do not work
iuch against our wishes.
We look into the future years
Our hopes are shining bright,
Je share with women round the world,
The *lomen•s Institute.
Chorus
And now dear friends we welcome you
Old friends and new ones too.
We hope that you will have some fun
As we entertain you.
THI OSHAWA TIMES,
Wednesday, July 19, 1972 9
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OOR OLD PICKERING
My wife and I went shopping
today,
And we got an awful
surprise;
.., I scarce could see the
village at all,
For dust did blind my eyes.
It looked to me like a bomb
had struck
Our Peaceful country side;
For there were craters
every where,
And they were deep and
wide.
My poor old car bounced
up and down,
As it hit the bumps and
ruts;
It put a terrible strain,
I'm sure,
Upon the bolts and nuts.
1
we. tried to speak but 'twas
no use,
For the terrific din and
roar;
Of diggers and dozers and
diesel trucks,
As through the village they
tore. ,
My fuel_ gauge needle
showed empty too,
So I went for good Gulf gas;
But men and machines did
bar my way,
That station I had to pass.
I had to detour 'round
the block,
On a road, like desert
sand;
Some one designed this
obstacle course
It surely was well planned.
Big tile pipe lay every
where,
I had to zi zag through
them al
And on onside, was a big
deep ditdi,
Into which-1 thought we'd
fall.
The stately trees that lined
the road,
No longer shade the
lawns;
And left. are catch basins
of cement.,
Like hideous peccant pawns.
Alas — poor Pickering
Village,
Will you ever be the same?
Those diggers and dozers
and diesel trucks,
1 Are soiling your good
name.
Don G. Gibbings,
Brougham, Ont.
Our boy is coming home.
Out boy is coming home once more,
We'llbe glad V� his face to see,
He'll find life an awful bore,
After what he's been through for you and me.
These lads have seen a lot of life, 11
As they(ve fought for freedoms sake.
The glories and horrvws of the strife, 11i �1
Nor did their flinch nor yet forsake.
They bravely faced the enemy fire,
W courage formed by lack of fear.
They've carried through nor did they tire
Through these long months of battle drear.
May we be patient with these man
They went away we thought as boys,
They maybe fussy now and then.
Let's share their worries and their joys.
Hegave his life for the r Lht
"Greater love hath no man than this..
These words should be inscribed
on every stark white cross
�h:at marks a warrior's grave
Yes, they died for you...
You were their friend
even though they never knew your name
For you were Canada to them...
You were the hurrying faces they saw
The girl who waved from a passing car
'The small boy who watched their train
You were their Canada.
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LIFE
Life is but a gift,
From the great God above,
To all His many children,
Showing His wonderous love.
Created in His image,
So 'tis said of man
Last of His creation
when all life began.
We have the greatest privilege
to serve Him while we live
Never Him dishonor
Adoration to Him give.
When this life is over,
And we begin anew,
'The life in the hereafter
His gracious face will view.
W . J . Brown
rVay_back when Brougham —was Bentley I sCorners
41Ihen in nineteen hundred and forty-four
Some foolish dame took up a floor,
The nails were long and square, you know
The job requited a crow -bar, and so -
Vvhen all the strength was brought to bear
Behold! a'`Hat''was found beneath that stair.
Some folks say - It was made by hand -
By the older people of the land.
The house was built away back when
Houses were made, not to take apart again.
"'The Hat" it does not conpare.
With the ones today, the ladies wear
The veil of cobwebs gives it quite an air
But remember, for one hundred years
That "Hat" was hidden neath a stair.
By Y14 L . Sheppard.
1. Oh come .trod join our ^terry c-n
These,olden days v41..1.1 not 0(, lon{,
I':-rn l ail our school sc. de-'r
.:here v.e h:.ve countless lessons le:,rned
.nd mLiny mtir ks �jnd honour ., e .;r ned
1-.tile we mingled here.
Chorus: Then here's a cheer Furrah: Hurruh.1
For school days' fleeting joys.
end here's a health to all our motes
Gay hearted girls ind boys
.nd we will not forget, of course,
Our teachers kind :end true
Cur deur old school. Eurruh! hurrah:
. song end cheer for you.
ti. Ve always try to mind the rule
find be a credit to our school.
Not perfect, quite, we own.
But though vie at:Ake some funny breaks,
You'll find we think some v.orse mist.:Akes
In people over grown.
6* Though hard we study every day
We h:ave not forgotten how to play
trod %in our laurvlg :sir.
For books and sports go hand in hand
To muke strong; minds and bodies grand
rind drive away all care.
A quiet old Village all lined with trees,
Old timers claim named after Lord Brougham
Where the dogs roam about, and birds and bees.
I like it though, because it is home.
This quiet old Village with dwelling and shop
Has withstood the weather a hundred years
The Hotel dispenses tobacco and pop
Where once was sold wine, whiskey and beers.
The Town turned temperance some years ago
To the great discomfort of some I know,
But it is more pleasant along the main street
Without a bum or drunk man to meet.
This little town is the Township seat.
It is in the hall here the Council meet,
But once in a while there they hold a dance
Where the young do the jitters while the old ones prance.
This little Town I have told you about
Has many virtues of which we could shout.
But I'll end my rhyme with this to say
Visit it once and you will want to stay.
Found in Mary Matthews home after her death a d--wrd-ttep.-
b-y---her . ;
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OUR EMBLETA
Vhe:e oh where, is our emblem dear:
Gone on the wings of 'the wind, I fear,
No wonder that we feel so queer,
It has only been with us half the year.
What we need is an emblem strong,
That will be with us right along,
Never wanting a vacation,
To aet some needed recreation.
I would suggeSt that vve,
Drop the leaf and sing Maple Tree -
What an emblem that would be,
The beautiful, wonderful, Maple Tree.
If the Maple Tree is.our Emblem dear,
It will be with us all the year,
Being the emblem our emblem should be,
And doing the duties of the Maple Tree.
Tbok in the spring when the leaves come out
nd trim its branches all about,
They can flutter and swing, and dance with glee,
Having no responsibility.
Gramme. r
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