Capt. Jack Crawford

              A BRONCHO PHILOSOPHER
Capt. Jack Crawford
The Poet Scout
Writes:-


I'd rather find a wayward stray,
And help him to his own,
Than entertain the angels at
A picnic round the throne.


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Yours Fraternaly J.W. Crawford Capt. Jack POET LARIAT Of the Quartyville 13 CLUB
And that is exactly what Jack Crawford has been doing for over thirty-five years.  No living man of equal means has given more to help suffering humanity than has the Poet Scout, and his thirty-five years of platform and dramatic experience makes him the peer of any man living as an all around Unique, Clean, Versatile and Uplifting Entertainer, and no living elocutionist can read the Poet Scout's poems as can the Poet Scout himself.



TRIBUTES TO THE POET SCOUT
RUSSELL H. CONWELL'S Temple Review of January 22nd has this grand outburst of appreciation of The Poet Scout
Those of us who were in the Lower Temple last Tuesday evening and listened to rare Capt. Jack know what a treat we had.  It was more than a feast of reason and a flow of soul.  It was a mosaic; it was a mountain peak and purling brook, gorgeous sunsets and song of birds, waving pines and perfume of flowers.  Capt. Jack a poet?  Yes!  from the tips of his eloquent fingers to his great, pulsing, tender heart; from his big, rugged brain to his eager eye, that sees not only the towering pines and mountains grand, but the tiny feather dropped from the robin's wing, the starry daisy, the wee forget-me-not half hidden in the grass.  Egotist, is it, you call him?  Hasn't he a right to be?  Hasn't the man so God-endowed a right to be heard?  A right, nay, a duty, to make the world better and nobler and happier by giving out what the Great Father has enriched him with?  Has not he a right to tell how the promise given to a dying mother never to touch intoxicating drink, had been the talisman to help him face death unflinchingly when men wanted to force him?  Nay, more, that helped him look in the face of fair woman while she waited and smiled, holding out the glass?  The audience was made up of boys from six to sixteen, young maidens and gray-haired dames, ministers and deacons, lawyers and doctors, and even the brother poet was there, and from start to finish Captain Jack held them spellbound.  We hope the Temple folk will invite him again, that those who were left out in the cold this time may have a chance to hear him.—A. R. T.

Capt. Jack was re-engaged at once by the ladies, and when he comes again the Upper.  Temple will undoubtedly be crowded, for the six hundred or more who heard him have talked only of Capt. Jack since, he so completely captured them.



THE WHITE HOUSE
Washington
Oyster Bay, N. Y., August 31, 1908.

MY DEAR CAPTAIN JACK:

That beautifully bound book of the Broncho has come.  I value it for its own sake and for the sake of the author.  It touches me to have you send it to me and to send it to me with such a dedication.

Sincerely yours,
THEODORE ROOSEVELT.



MR. RIDER
Manager of Hotel Rider, Cambridge Springs, Pa., says:

Of all the speakers and entertainers who have addressed audiences of our guests (and among these are many of the country's most noted), none have met with higher favor or more sincere regard than Capt. Jack Crawford.  On three occasions during his week's sojourn here have the people gathered from every part of the United States, packed our auditorium and hung upon the words of the Poet Scout as he narrated thrilling experiences of the wild and fuzzy west—recited his poems—many of them composed impromptu, or, rising into a serious vein, extoled the simple life.

On the Sabbath, by urgent request, he preached his famous Cow-Boy Sermon, and from among over six hundred listeners the expression was unanimous—Best sermon I ever heard.

Capt. Jack's personality is magnetic and inspiring, he is in every sense a manly man—the ideal American—one whom to know is to admire, who always radiates sunshine that verily peuetrates and shines through the clouds.

XMAS, 1908

I have just autographed 50 Broncho Books for Mrs. Russel Sage, at $2.00 the copy.  Here is what Mrs. Sage said after reading the Broncho Book:

I am charmed with your little book of poems.  I am especially pleased with the one entitled 'Mother's Prayers,' as you thought I would.  I want to order fifty copies of this truly delightful volume for the enjoyment of our soldiers and sailors.



ELBERT HUBBARD
Writes from East Aurora, N. Y.
DEAR CAPT. JACK:

We purpose making you a very elegant book, boundin limp leather, silk lined, and using the Italian hand-made paper—something that will be a pride and satisfaction to everybody concerned for many years to come.  There is nothing in the Roycroft shops too good for the Poet Scout.

With all good wishes, Ever yours sincerely,
ELBERT HUBBARD.

The Nixoli Edition is more than half gone already. Capt. Jack.

I have a number of autographed copies at the Print Shop.  Address Elbert Hubbard, East Aurora, N. Y. Send two dollars and be sure and ask for Autograph Copy or it will be mailed without; or send your order direct to Manager Capt. Jack Crawford, care Liberty Bell, 610 Steinway Hall, Chicago, Ill.



For all Chautauqua and Summer dates address
DR. W. L. DAVIDSON
1711 Lamont Street   WASHINGTON, D. C.
Capt. Jack will be with some first-class bureau for winter of 1909-1910.  In the meantime all inquiries for time and terms should be sent to me.   W. L. DAVIDSON.

My Dear Harrison I Hoped that I Could Have Put the Redpath in above I believe there is great work  for the and big money for the Bureau Jack