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Editors: Aug. 1859-July 1865, J. D. White, J. H. McQuillen, G. J. Ziegler.--Aug. 1865-Dec. 1871, J. H. McQuillen, G. J. Ziegler.--Jan. 1872-May 1891, J. W. White.--July 1891-Apr. 1930, E. C. Kirk (with L. P. Anthony, Dec. 1917-Apr. 1930).--May 1930-Dec. 1936, L. P. Anthony., Vols. 1-13 are called "new series.", Merged in Jan. 1937 with: Journal of the American Dental Association, ISSN 1048-6364, to form: Journal of the American Dental Association and dental cosmos, ISSN 0375-8451., The Dental cosmos; a monthly record of dental science. [Vol. 62] : Vol 62 : Issue 2, Page(s) 266-267, (dlps) volume: 0527912.0062.001, (dlps) article: 0527912.0062.001:71, http://quod.lib.umich.edu/t/text/accesspolicy.html

voice, Collected by Kay White Transcribed by M. C. Parler Mrs. Walter Elam Morrillton, Ark. May 1, 1962 Reel 414, Item 20 Drowsy Sleeper Wake up, wake up, you drowsy sleeper, Wake up, wake up, it's almost day, How can you lie and sleep and slumber, And your true lover working away?, Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

Voice, Collected by Kay White Transcribed by M. C. Parler Mrs. Walter Elam Morrillton, Ark. May 1, 1962 Reel 414, Item 16 Lee Mills Lee Mills is what they call my name, I once was without a murder stain, But now you've heard the story told, Of how I came to be so bold. It was on one bright sunny day, Will Hardin led me off astray, He caused me to commit a crime And which I am compelled to die. And here am I bound down in chain And on my knees is a murder stain, If I should call back my past days, I would rebuke from all such ways. For many a night I've laid awake, And prayed to God, for pity' sake, To pardon all my sins at last, And then forgive me of the past. My mother dear has prayed for me, Her loving gace I wish to see, But death, cold death, has come at last, And took all troubles from her breast. Dear rowdy boys, here I stand, A sheriff with a rope and out-stretched hand, And these is my last old parting words And do not let them pass unheard. And don't be men led off astray, Nor cause your days to lend this way, Nor cause your dear old mother to grieve, For on her heart it troubles deep. Dear little girl, we too must part, And to see your tears it breaks my heart, If it wasn't for leaving you here to cry, I would not care so much to die. My tine is up and I must go, Farewell, dear friends, on earth below, I hope we'll all meet above the sky, And so I'll bid you all goodby., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

Collected and transcribed by Kay White Recited by Mrs. Walter Elam Morrillton, Ark. May 1, 1962 Billy Bees Wax and Telephone Resin Reel 414, Item 17 Me an Billy Bees Wax and Telephone Resin we all went a huntin. We went up possum Flat and down Koon Branch and there we treed a possum. I told Billy Bees Wax and Telephone Resin bein we's all such good climbers, I'd climb that tree myself. So I clum about 20 feet high, and I slapped my hand down. Now I guess I got ye. , oh I guess that's a knot. I clum up about 20 feet higher. I slapped my hand down. Now I guess I got ye. Uh, I guess that's a crooked limb. I clum up about 20 feet higher, bove the top of that tree. I heard something go kerslish, kerslosh, I guess dats dis niggah hisself. Bout that time old Bulger an ole Tige, dah all jumped onto me. I tole Billy Bees Wax an Telephone Resin if day didn get them dogs offa me I'd get em off myself. Bout that time Sal come long, I axed Sal if I could go home with her. I don know sir. I don much care ifin you do. As we went down the road we walked awful close together. Sal walked on one side of the road and I walked on the tother. We had a great arguement. Sal argued sweet potatoes growed the best in sandy land, and I did too. And we got down to the Old Missy's house we set awful close together. Sal sat in one corner of the house and I set in the tother. Ize settin there well contented myself, I heard something go kerslish and I axe Sal what that wuz. She says I don know suh. I guess that's the old misses churnin. Well, I wuz sittin there well contented myself and I heard something go kerslish kerslash. I didn take time to axe Sal what that wuz, I jumped out the winder into a soap barrel up to my neck. I went runnin off down thro town. I axe them what they'd do my washin for. They said half price, you're already soaped., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

voice, Collected and transcribed by Kay White Mrs. Walter Elam Morrillton, Ark. May 1, 1962 A Party Reel 414, Item 18 It was a Party for the little ones And ere they all could go. They'd sing the song of home sweet home, The one we all love so. Without a ragged child looked on, Her heart so lone and sad. She never had a home sweet home, With sobs and tears, she said: Chorus: "If I only had a home sweet home. Some one to care for me Like all the other girls andboys, How happy I would be. A kind Pappa and Mamma dear To call me all their own This world would be all sunshine, If I had a home sweet home." The little ones now homeward bound, So happy and so free. The ragged child still wandering round, No home sweet home has she. No cozy little bed at night, The cold cold ground instead. And as she lie down to sleep, So mournfully she said: Repeat chorus., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.

voice, Collected by Kay White Transcribed by M. C. Parler Mrs. Walter Elam Morrillton, Ark. May 1, 1962 Reel 414, Item 19 Old and Only in the Way As we walk down the street So how often we do meet, Some poor old man whose life is but a - - His life with age is spent In his pocket's not a cent, And for shelter he knew not where to go. Chorus: Then let us cheer tham on For they can't be with us long, Don't sneer at them because they're old and gray Just remember while you're young, That the day to you will come, That you will be old and only in the way. Now this little song, I'm sure, It is rich as well as poor, Take a rich man when he's growing old, His relation round him stand, And his friends will clasp their hands, They are waiting him to die, they want his gold. Chorus. There has been a time I'm sure That the young were not so queer, But since that time there's been an awful change Take a young man's wealth and strength From his parents he will shrink And to - - - there seems nothing strange. Chorus., Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.