the all-summer celebration

by William J. Lampton

Image: Duke University Libraries
Image: Duke University Libraries

Now every day in Newark
        Is a whooptedooden day.
And every soul in Newark
        Seems to rather like that way,
For it keeps the circulation
        Circulating, and the blood,
Mixing with the clay of humans,
        Makes a living, lusty mud,
Which is bound to be so fertile
        That for years and years to come
The growth of coming Newark
        Puts all rivals on the bum,
And the Newark of the future
        Is going to be so great
That New Jersey of the future
        Will be changed to Newark State.

Newark’s Feigenspan brewery advertised on buildings and billboards across the state and the region, branding its wares “P. O. N.” for “Pride of Newark.”  Giant illuminated letters shone from its buildings in the Ironbound even while the plant was shuttered during Prohibition, taken later as proof “that hope burned eternal in the brewer’s breast.” (New Jersey. A guide to its present and past)

Colonel Bill Lampton’s lines appeared in the June 1916 issue of The Newarker, and were reprinted the following year in The Newark Anniversary Poems.

to newark!

by William J. Lampton

Image: Newark Happening
Image: Newark Happening

Hail, Newark!  Hail!
Two hundred years plus fifty
Is to you but growing time!
And you have grown!!!
How you have grown
Is wonderfully shown
In what you are to-day,
Not counting what you may
Become if but a mite
Of all your promised greatness
Is fulfilled
As it is billed
To do
For you!
Hail, Newark!  Hail!

New Jersey’s biggest and her best,
Her fairest and her liveliest,
Like wine and women,
You improve with age,
And all the ways and means
Of velvet and of jeans,
Of brain and brawn engage
To make you greater still,
Beyond the pale
Of earthly progress,
On the spirit gale
Is borne the glory cheer:
Hail, Newark!  Hail!!!!

Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines (shown above), a life-sized painted wood figure attributed to Thomas J. White, entered the collections of the Newark Museum in 1924. For decades it stood outside the Jabez Fearey cigar store on Market Street.

“Colonel Bill” Lampton (“Colonel” was an honorary title bestowed by the governor of Kentucky) published light pieces and satirical verses in various newspapers and magazines. During the 250th anniversary year his contributions graced the pages of The Newarker, whose February 1916 edition featured this bit of “humoresque versification.”