Adventure, August 3, 1919 — page 190: what you’re looking at

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180 in the newspapers in lurid and fanciful colors as a dashing cowgirl, dead shot and a few other things. There was nothing to that but hot air. As for McCoy the only one answering to the de- scription was Bob MeCoy of Thermopolis, who was killed some few years ago under peculiar crcum- stances. He was shot by unknown parties his body then dragged to the river edge and a nosebag strapped around his head and then the body as far as the shoulders put under water, Bob was sup- posed to be pretty swift in the use of a rope. Other- wise he was not a particularly hard citizen —. — —, OULDN’T it be a sort of good idea for our magazine to have a kind of emblem or sign or whatever you want to call it? An “Adventure, its Mark” affair? Might use it on its stationery some day, and there are various little purposes for which it might come if handy. Tried it out, for example, on the preceding page. Here it is in large size—a kind of coat-of-arms ar- rangement. Does it get by? Cys Camp-Fire is the best agency in existence for collecting hitherto un- published chanteys, ballads and other sea- songs and rescuing them before they are lost forever. It’s another job for us, and one as interesting as it is worth while. We have been fortunate in getting, to aid us in this work, the friendly cooperation of John F. Lomax, who is perhaps the best authority on this subject. With him as guide and expert we can be sure that what we collect will be assessed at its right and full value. Whenever any of you sends in a hitherto unpublished chantey or sea-song or a ballad of the Great Lakes or Erie Canal we'll try to have it at our Camp-Fire for the benefit of all of us. And we hope that later on Mr. Lomax will have enough of them to embody in a book for still more permanent keeping. Adventure Of course original productions have n: place in this collection. i Some time in the future we might try our hand at collecting unpublished cowboy cones and songs of the old West in general. fie perhaps the lumberjack songs some Vv. Some of the songs are of course too broad to be eg ir ee of these have merits t offset int and, if have any of the latter, he Mr. Looe will be interested in them, - FOLLOWING is a list of the published chanteys and songs so far as accessible in the New York Public Library, These we do not want. What we are after is those that have not yet been preserved in print. If you know any that are of in the following list, please send them to Mr. Lomax, Y. M. C. A. Building, Austin, Texas, and he’ll see that they are properly handled and classified and that the suitable ones come to us for Camp-Fire. If you can send music with words, so much the better, but for most of us that, I fear, will be impossible. Titles are given in italics; first lines in ordinary letters, They are published in one or more of the following: Journal of American Folk Lore: “Old Sea Chanteys,” by Bradford & Fogge; “Naval Songs,” by S. B. Luce; “Sea Songs and Ballads,” by Christopher Stone; “Real Sea Songs,” by R. B. Whall in the Nautical Magazine; “A Sailor’s Garland,” by John Masefield; “The Chantey Man Sings,” by Wm. Brown Meloney in Everybody's for August, 1915. Ail Hands om Deck All hands on deck, the bos'n cries. As ne Gore. to Ri As I was going gamarow I say so, and I hope so. Black Ball Line : in the Black Ball Line I served my time. & Bal Line Come all you young fellows that follow the sea— With a yo, ho—blow the man down. Blow the Man Down I'm off to Californy To dig the yellow gold. lso— ¥: Blow. boys, blow! ~ ee ee comicbooks.com — ,* ;