WAUPACA REPUBLICAN

January 17, 1896

 

THE CURLERS

The Waupaca Disciples of the Scotch Game.

In Duluth This Week

 

            The following are the members comprising four rinks from the Waupaca curling club attending the Northwestern bonspiel at Duluth this week:

                                    WILLIAMS’ RINK

                        J.H. McCullough

                        Jeff Woodnorth

                        Frank Whipple

                        H.W. Williams, skip.

                                    CHANDLER’S RINK.

                        Arthur Chandler

                        A.W. Hollenbeck

                        H.M. Lea

                        S.S. Chandler, Jr., skip.

                                    STOUT’S RINK

                        Jack Carkeek

                        E.B. Knapp

                        David James

                        Frank Stout, skip.

                                    STURTEVANT’S RINK.

                        C.R. Hoffmann

                        John Jardine

                        P.A. Ham

                        J.L. Sturtevant, skip.

            Sturtevant and Jardine left for Duluth Saturday night and the balance of the party went on the midnight train Sunday.

            While the Waupaca ladies may not bring back the Pfister trophy this year, from the way they are playing with the crack rinks of the Northwestern Association they will bring home some of the prizes and additional honors.

 

The Bonspiel

Air:  Marching Through Georgia

 

Redly ower yon Rocky bluff

Appears the orb o’ day,

An’ warblers hall him wi’ a sang

Fre mony a glittering spray;

Then up my curlin’ freens, we’ll sing

A nobler strain than they

To celebrate the morning o’ the bonspiel.

                                                Chorus –

Hurrah!  Hurrah!

Ye jolly curles a’

Hurrah!  Hurrah!

Get up an’ come aay’

The mornin’ fair, the ice is rare,

The pibroch soon will blaw,

A rousin’ invitation to the bonspiel.

 

The crinlin’ snaw ‘neath foot an’ wheel

Rings oot a cherry note,

An’ countless gems o’ purest ray

Incrust the purplice o’t;

Some freckless fowk may creengin’ sit,

On days like this we dote –

They’re just the waile o’ weather for a’ bonspiel,

Hurrah!  Ect.

 

A couthie word to a’ or kin,

An’ noo’s the time to say’t

Milwaukee, you’re the kin’ o stuff

That hardly can be beat;

For beer an’ cream an’ muckle mair

You’re praised by sma’ an’ great,

But your toon you made immortle at your bonspiel.

Hurrah!  Ect.

 

Duluth, enthrone upon a rock,

Fair queen wi’ kindly broo,

Where broom an’ bracken grew;

We like you nane the less for that,

We’ll lo’e you better yet.

For you’ve gi’en a curler’s welcome to your bonspiel.

Hurrah! Ect.

 

Chicago, though renowned for dub,

An’ rain an’ wind an’ sleet,

Your curlers, like ane, hue hearts

As big an’ saft’s their feet;

Atlyin’ guard an’ lyin’ shot,

At canny creepin’ in

They’ll mak’ a reputation at the bonspiel.

Hurrah! Ect.

 

Saint Paul an’ Minneapolis,

Rare twins o’ heavenly birth,

Your fur an’ flour ha’e spread your fame

Ower a’ the wonderin’ earth;

Your journalists’ an’ business men,

The warld kens their worth

An’ your curlers winna shame them at the bonspiel.

Hurrah! Ect.

 

When Mauston’s braves an’ Lodi’s loons

An’ Cambria’s men o’ mark

Hae primed their pipes an’ thrown their coats

An settled doon to wark,

The growl o’ thunder, loud an’ deep,

Will spread ower loch and lea –

The echo o’ their roarin’ at the bonspiel.

Hurrah!  Etc.

 

The Fargo men, the Portage men,

The men fra Baraboo,

Will a’ be there in lander’t sarks

An’ brecks as gweed as new;

Their hearts are light, their hopes are bricht,

They’re steel in joint an’ thew

An’ they’ll nae be easy lick’et at the bonspield.

Hurrah!  Etc.

 

The canny coves o’ Arlington,

The rovers o’ Poynette,

The ceesy chaps o’ Pardeeville,

They’ll a’ be there – you bet!

Wi spotless rig an’ besoms big

An’ stanes fae Allsa-Craig,

To try their neebors’ mettle at the bonspiel.

Hurrah! Etc.

 

Waupaca sen’s a sturdy team

To haud her honour hale,

A’ sonsie lads brocht up by han’

On beef an’ curly kail;

Wi’ Pfister as their patron saint

And Chandler in the van

They’ll mak’ a gey sensation at the bonspiel.

Hurray!  Etc.

 

The Nor’lan’ chiels fae yont the line

Are here wi’ bonnets braid,

To show their Yankee cousins hoo

A bonspiel should be played;

A curlers’ welcome they hae got,

But we maun let them see

That Uncle Sam’s a veteran at a bonspiel.

Hurrah! Etc.

 

Wi’ “Walker’s Club” they’ve conjured lang,

It’s – proved a trusty rung,

In German, French and Kickapoo

Its praises hae been sung.

We hae a talisman as gweed –

The “Monogram” divine –

A power an’ inspiration at the bonspiel.

Hurrah, Etc.

 

Orr sang has run a thochtie lang,

We maunna wast the day,

There’s tiem for mirth and melody

When darkness ends the play;

So rax your bonnets off the nail,

Your sneeshan mulls secure

An’ get your graith in order for the bonspiel.

Hurray!  Etc.

GRAMIN

In Northwestern Curling Assn. Bulletin.