i our menuWhen Prospect Wat An Orchard St.Once. Prospect was an orchard street (‘Though It may not look It now) When at each home In summertime, Fruit hung from every' bough!Or If some trees failed to produce Some others bore a lot,And neighbor shared with neighbor So without fruit, none was not!There were Wuerker, Crowe and Carpenter.And Callahan and Watts.And Ryan and Blake and Mitchell John Locke, and Sidney Potts;And each one had an orchard,—But Leigh’s gave greatest Joy,To all of us young urchins,When we were each a boy.ic-of ok as t a IlfSome of the gang were “unco’’ bad,— Not one of us too good ~But we stuck like glue together,And for each other stood.And neighbors all were neighborly, And life was fine and sweet From State Street—west to Lover’s Leap,When 'twas an Orchard Street.Leigh’s orchard—biggest one, and best,Grows children, bright today,And dally adds to health and sest Of girls and boys at play.And all along old Prospect Street Are lawns and houses fine,And flowers and children bloom alike As gifts ft am the Divine. ochneasem'he1 know the present crops” are best.But still fond memory will VCompel me, with no thought of rest— CClimb up the Bond Street hill. tlOr Summit Street to Prospect vWhere Mem’ry films the past jAnd pictures days when life was psweet, jWhen dear, old. sunny ProspectW’as a dandy Orchard 8treet.- • #Girls This Must Be For You