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Holiday Greeting From The Brighton Argus, 1898

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From the obituary files one learns that Fred A. Bush was born in Howell, August 15, 1861.  He married Effie I. Durfee of Brighton, June 26, 1889.  While living here he wrote a book of poems  advertising the various businesses of Brighton, published by the Argus, Town & Jacobs, publishers.  His life’s occupation was in the printing trade and journalism profession.  His poem “Homecoming Day”, was included in the 1907 Homecoming Festivities.  R. Bush died March 25, 1918.  Following are examples of his work as printed in “A Book of Poems” by F.A. Bush.

A Book Of Poems From Fred A. Bush

Geo. L. Pitkin, Drugs and Groceries
Sixteen years ago in Brighton
In a small but modest way,
Geo L. Pitkin started business,
Which has grown from day to day.
He has pushed along life’s voyage,
Doing well by everyone,
Making friends of everybody,
And their verdict is “well done.”
He has drugs and patent medicines
To cure your various ills,
Which he offers you at prices,
That will save your doctor’s bills.
He has staple fancy groceries,
Sugar, coffee, spices, teas,
That he offers to the public,
All at prices sure to please.
He has lamps and fancy crockery,
Plates and saucers, cups and all,
That are bound to entertain you,
If upon him you will call.
And for Christmas and the New Year,
He has gifts for great and small,
Books to please the little people,
Or the old folks, short or tall.
He has plain and fancy stationery
For the business man or beaux,
And fine cigars for the smoker,
And tobacco, too, you know. 
And while looking ‘round for bargains,
And articles galore,
You will find just what you’re seeking,
At Geo. L. Pitkin’s store. 

 

G. Burgess & Co, Gen’L Store
When the clothing you wear is rusty and worn,
Or your overcoat on a nail may be torn,
And you’re looking ‘round for something to buy,
Burgess’ tailor makes clothing you surely should try.
In fine underwear, in both cotton and wool,
For ladies or gents our stock is quite full.
In gents’ furnishings our stock is immense,
In gloves and mittens we are straddle the fence,
For our stock is so large we can please one and all
If only on Burgess & Co. you will call:
And then if you happen to be going away,
In valises and telescopes we have a display.
In ladies fine dress goods in colored or black,
Our stock is so large there is nothing we lack.
In capes and cloaks we are right in the style,
And can give ladies prices to cause them to smile.
In corsets and gloves of the latest design,
We have a large stock and a beautiful line;
In hosiery too, for the young and the old,
We’ve got what you need to keep out the cold.
In carpets and oilcloths our stock is complete,
Our line of linoleums is quite hard to beat;
And last but not least, don’t have the blues
When looking about for your family shoes,
For we have a fine stock at the price that suits,
Whether it’s rubbers or arctics or shoes or boots,
Boots and shoes for the ladies, as well as the men,
And still smaller goods for the little children;
In fact such a stock you seldom will see
Unless in New York or Chicago you be,
And in looking for bargains it will pay you to go
And look at the stock of G.S. Burgess & Co.

 

F. T. Hyne, Grain, Produce, Etc.
In eighteen hundred and seventy-two,
Twenty-six long years ago,
The business of C.T. Hyne & Son
First began in town to grow.
It has prospered in its journey,
Day by day, and year by year,
Since the business first was started
In our thriving village, here.
F.T. Hyne now controls it,
And he has since seventy-eight,
Where he furnishes a market,
And no farmer has to wait.
He buys grain and farmer’s produce,
Hides and pelts and furs and wool;
And his stock of seeds and plaster
He endeavors to keep full.
And, if you should think of building,
And wish plaster, lime or hair,
You should visit F.T. Hyne,
For you’ll always find it there.
If for field seeds or the garden
You are looking, look no more.
Clover, timothy or grass seed,
Go and look his large stock o’er.
When the dreary hours of winter
Round about you chance to roll;
When you feel its icy finders,
Then to him just turn for coal.
He can satisfy the people,
For he keeps a stock that’s right
And will give coal burners comfort
In the day time or the night.
Then, if you have beans for market
And would sell them on the square,
Take them to his elevator,
You’ll find satisfaction there. 

 

L. E. King, Western House
If you in Brighton chance to stay,
At morn or noon or close of day,
And wish to get a meal that’s fine,
Just join the crowd and fall in line,
And to the Western House you’ll cling,
With its genial host, Leroy E. King;
For here a repast can be found
To suit the taste of all around;
And tables spread in splendid style
Will make the hungry traveler smile.
A pleasant room, an easy bed,
On which to rest the weary head,
Electric lights to read or write;
All these features will invite
The commercial traveler and his spouse
To rest and dine at the Western House.