He would line up his friends and enemies along the bars of Bangor, St. John, Berlin,
North Stratford, or Sherbrooke, and pay for round after round. He had no more music
in him than a sea-gull, yet he would present a box of cigars to anyone who would sing
“Pull for the Shore” or “Roll of Old Gingerbread Nine Inches Long”, two hymns of vastly
different schools.

From page 237, The American Mercury 1930-10: Vol 21, Issue 82. Published: Oct 01, 1930.

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