Motion Picture Magazine, July 1914 (1914)

Page scan 00079 from Motion Picture Magazine, July 1914

Record Details:

Title:
Motion Picture Magazine, July 1914
Date:
1914
Volume:
Motion Picture Magazine, July 1914
Leaf #:
00079
Language:
Undetermined
Collection:
Early Cinema
Format:
Periodicals
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
July 19, 2022
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A curly-haired pirate of half-past four Ran away with her dad one day, Adown the cliff path to the harbor shore, "Where a rakish schooner lay. And they boarded the ship and sailed away, While ever the tide was high, Into the ocean, beyond the bay— My dear little girl and I. And emerald green was the sea below, And above was the sky blue, clear, And the song of the sailors' " Ye-ho! Ye-ho!" Was a gladsome thing to hear. A colorful maze was the glist'ning spray Prom the prow in circles thrown; A tangle of quiv'ring sunbeams lay Where the beautiful iris shone. And over the ocean and round the world, We sped on the white-winged ship, And ever the emerald billows curled With a rhythmical rise and dip. We skirted green shores on the Southern seas, In the realms of Wonderland, Where monkeys swung high in cocoanut trees By the whispering breezes fanned. We were wafted by valley and plain and bluff, And by mountains draped with snow, Where sea lions played at blind man's buff On the ice cakes down below. A whale wallowed by in the frothing sea, As he spouted his jet on high, And we shouted aloud in childish glee— My dear little girl and I. We had sailed for a million miles or more From the calm of the shelt'ring bay, But we sighted again our own home shore On the very self-same day. And we anchored the good ship trim and tight To the sailors' "Ye-ho! Ye-ho!" In the glow of the homing harbor light Of the Motion Picture Show.