Annual (May 1900) . p THE POW-WOW CLUB ,ALE Face, you who dwell in darkness Of the ways and of the doings Of any but your own small persons, Listen to this bit of history And you shall hear how we the Pow-Wows Came unto this reservation By the rippling, laughing, Pogues Run. Upon one day in Room G wigwam .Twenty braves did get togetherAnd all at once became great our totem was the the moons that fleeted afterThat, the birthday of our have been a force for goodnessAmong the nations of the Pale Face.

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