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Title
How Did You Die?
Subject
Poem.
Description
A poem written by Edmund Vance Cooke printed on a cabinet card.
Creator
Cooke, Edmund Vance.
Source
Claude Villette Boller's Scrapbook, Farmingdale State College Archives, Farmingdale State College, Farmingdale, New York.
Publisher
Sherwood Lithograph Company (Clark and Harrington Streets, Chicago, Illinois).
Date
Unknown.
Relation
Claude Villette Boller's Scrapbook, loose end page.
Format
Card stock paper, 11.5 cm. x 17.1 cm.
Language
English.
Type
Text.
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Text
INDOOR AND OUTDOOR LITHOGRAPHING
Sherwood Litho. Co.
Established 1876
Clark and Harrison Sts.
CHICAGO
telephone Harrison
424
How Did You Die?
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there - that’s a disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye -
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts -
It’s how did you fight - and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only how did you die?
Edmund Vance Cooke
NEW, CLEAN AND BRIGHT IDEAS AT THE RIGHT PRICE
By Edmund Vance Cooke
Sherwood Litho. Co.
Established 1876
Clark and Harrison Sts.
CHICAGO
telephone Harrison
424
How Did You Die?
Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble’s a ton, or a trouble’s an ounce
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn’t the fact that you’re hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what’s that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It’s nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there - that’s a disgrace.
The harder you’re thrown, why the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye -
It isn’t the fact that you’re licked that counts -
It’s how did you fight - and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he’s slow or spry,
It isn’t the fact that you’re dead that counts,
But only how did you die?
Edmund Vance Cooke
NEW, CLEAN AND BRIGHT IDEAS AT THE RIGHT PRICE
By Edmund Vance Cooke
Original Format
Card stock paper, 11.5 cm. x 17.1 cm.