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An invitation to you and your folks from Jim and some more of the home folks. Ade, George, 1866–1944 
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An Invitation to
You
And your Folks from
Jim
And Some More of the
Home Folks

COMPILED BY

GEORGE ADE


for

INDIANA HISTORICAL COMMISSION

INDIANAPOLIS
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
PUBLISHERS

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COPYRIGHT 1916

INDIANA HISTORICAL COMMISSION

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INTRODUCTION

THIS little book is just what it says on the cover--an invitation to you and your folks from Jim and some more of the home folks. It is being sent to former residents of Indiana in the hope that they may be induced to come home for the big centennial celebrations of this good year 1916. Indiana is one hundred years old and the birthday party is going to be worth while. Every county in the State is going to celebrate and the home-coming of the Hoosiers will be a special attraction in every county celebration. It will be the first and probably the last and only chance that you, as a Hoosier, will have to meet your old friends at your old home. If you started out to visit the scattered friends of long ago, you would have to travel thousands of miles into far-distant states. This year you will find them assembled back home and you must be there to greet them.

G. A.

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THE HOOSIER IN EXILE

  • The Hoosier in Exile--a toast
  • That by its very sound
  • Moves us, at first, to tears almost,
  • And sympathy profound;
  • But musing for a little space,
  • We lift the glass and smile,
  • And poise it with a royal grace--
  • The Hoosier in Exile!
  • The Hoosier in Exile, forsooth!
  • For though his steps may roam
  • The earth's remotest bounds, in truth
  • His heart is ever home!
  • O loyal still to every tie
  • Of native fields and streams,
  • His boyhood friends, and paths whereby
  • He finds them in his dreams!
  • Though he may fare the thronging maze
  • Of alien city streets,
  • His thoughts are set in grassy ways
  • And woodlands' cool retreats;
  • Forever, clear and sweet above
  • The traffic's roar and din,
  • In breezy groves he hears the dove,
  • And is at peace within.
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  • When newer friends and generous hands
  • Advance him, he returns
  • Due gratefulness, yet, pausing, stands
  • As one who strangely yearns
  • To pay still further thanks, but sighs
  • To think he knows not where,
  • Till--like as life--with misty eyes
  • He sees his mother there.
  • The Hoosier in Exile? Ah, well,
  • Accept the phrase, but know
  • The Hoosier heart must ever dwell
  • Where orchard blossoms grow
  • The whitest, apples reddest, and,
  • In cornlands, mile on mile,
  • The old homesteads forever stand--
  • "The Hoosier in Exile!"
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