was not to be discouraged. The fact that I had succeeded

Where the Orchids Grow.

Some people love the lilies fair that hide in mossy dells Some folks are fond of new mown hay, before the rainy spells But give to me the orchids rare that hang in Thorley's store, And in Fleischman's at the Hoffman, and in half a dozen more And when I see them far from home they make my heart's blood glow For they take me back to Broadway

Where the Orchids Grow.

Let Paris boast of boulevards where one can sit and drink There is no such chance on Broadway, at the Brower House, `I don't think.' And where else are there fair soubrettes in pipe clayed tennis shoes, And boys in silken sashes promenading by in twos Oh you can boast of any street of which you're proud to know But give me sleepy Broadway

Where the Orchids Grow.

Let poets sing of chiming bells and gently lowing kine I like the clanging cable cars like fire engines in line And I never miss the sunset and for moonlight never sigh When `Swept by Ocean Breezes.' flashes out against the sky. And when the Tenderloin awakes, and open theatres glow I want to be on Broadway

Where the Orchids Grow."

"John Drew, I am your debtor For a very pleasant letter And a lot of cabinet photos Of the `Butterflies' and you And I think it very kind That you kept me so in mind And pitied me in exile So I do, John Drew.