Group of people on the stairs at Happy Hollow, Hot Springs, Arkansas

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08.39 x 10.50 inches

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Recto: Photo by McLeod, of Happy Hollow, Hot Springs, Ark.; Verso: McLeod, the Wild West Photographer, the man who made Happy Hollow, famous the world over, and has for the past ten years provided, free of charge, the most popular resort for out door and innocent amusement in the south. Come, see the animals, ride the donkeys, and get your photo taken. Now, look pretty. Here's health to the fellow of infinite mirth, whose fame should be heralded all over the earth, who has made Happy Hollow everywhere known, by inborn inspiration peculiarly his own. I stand here to-night exceedingly proud, to drink to the health of the gallant McLeod. May his shadow and pocket-book never grow less, may over-joyed multitudes rise up to bless; may peace and prosperity enter his door, to dwell with him always and leave nevermore. May the Genius of Fame pick him out from the crowd, and say, Here's your chaplet, Norman McLeod. Say you saw McLeod of Happy Hollow. Sung to the tune of Just Tell Them That You Saw Me. While walking from my doctor's shop, in Hot Springs, Arkansas, after bath and treatment for the day, I met a gent, with troubles bent, who said to me, O, pshaw! Where can I find some pleasure light and gay? I'll tell you sir, I said to him, Just listen here; you see? Walk up Happy Hollow, sure you can, Pass bath house row and Arlington, and to your right you'll see, Where you can find McLeod, the happy man. Chorus. Just move on 'till you get there, and you will know the rest, In fact it is the only place to go; McLeod will make you welcome and treat you to the best, Of all amusements that he has to show. Those donkeys cute, and animi'es, will thrill you with delight, The very air will fill your soul with joy; The music, songs and dancing will soon set you all right-- You'll feel as gay and happy as a boy. You'll want to wander back again, I tell you, Mister Man, For if the biggest crowd of folks you follow, You'll reach the ground, where joy is found, that will forever stand, Just say you saw McLeod, of Happy Hollow. Chorus. He will show you nature's wonders and will not charge a cent, He will make you feel so funny you will laugh; You will drop your woes, and strike a pose, just by accident; And then McLeod will catch your photograph. You'll feel so proud, and crow so loud, and skip so light and gay, For it will be as charming as Apollo. You will have blessed that place of rest, and all that you can say. Is 'let everybody go to Happy Hollow.' Chorus.