The following is taken from a newspaper clipping dated Sunday, June 17, 1956. The paper was probably either the Cincinnati Post and Times Star or the Cincinnati Enquirer.

Poets Corner

Conducted by James T. Golden

The "Good Luck" Plies for Daddy

The "Good Luck" was the name of the ferry that plied between Chilo, Ohio, and Bradford, Ky., a good many years ago. The Captain was George Riebel, who first used blind horses on a treadmill to supply his motive power and then went to gasoline. Meanwhile, however, there was a little girl with a pinafore with a bow in back who sort of tagged along with him, and who is tagging along with him still.

On this father's Day it is therefore pleasant to present Edna Hamilton, wife of Harley Stewart Hamilton, attorney. She has been a contributor to the Corner from way back when. She was George Riebel's little girl, and if she is a mother and a grandmother now (and won't tell her age) anybody knows that such sunny memories as those of the "Good Luck" stay with us, and stay young while we grow older.

Edna has sold more than 1200 miscellaneous bits of verse, many of them to juvenile magazines, but others to adult papers and magazines of national circulation. She is the author of the book "Spend Your Heart" for adults, and a later collectioin [sic] "Pocketful Of Stars" (illustrated by her daughter June Alexander) of verse for children.

Mrs. Hamilton, whose home is at 2636 Fenton Ave., Cincinnati, was born on a farm called "Stony Point" near Augusta, Ky. She was only two years old when the family moved to Chilo and a farm with the breezier title "Windy Corner." After her common schooling she attended Miami University, Oxford, Ohio, and has taken later course in writing with Frances Richards, Anna Logan, Prof. William Wabnitz, Dr. William S. Clark and Dr. Robert P. Tristam Coffin at the University of Cincinnati. She started sending her work about after hearing a poetry recital by the late B. Y. Williams in 1937. "She gave me the inspiration and the courage to try," says Edna.

In the third grade at Chilo, however, Edna had won a prize for writing a jingle for a breakfast food cereal: "A bright silvery bookmark with a white silk tassel," she recalls. This is possibly a more remarkable honor than the sale of 1200 poetic efforts, since it was achieved in the days when one could breakfast without having to pick bookmarks, toy automobiles or Martian monsters out of ones teeth afterwards.

An active member of the Greater Cincinnati Writers League, Edna Hamilton is a Past President of the Women's Press Club and President of the Cincinnati branch of the National League of American Pen Women. She and Shella Stinson Wagner are coeditors of the Poets Nook column in the Clermont (County) Courier. The Hamiltons are parents of five children.

Life has brought "Edny" to town; it has taken the skipper of the "Good Luck" from itself more than two decades ago. But sunniness has stayed with her, and imperishable sunny memories of a river bank childhood and fulfilling later days.

Only one poem from Edna is at hand this Father's Day morning. But, for you other midstream pappies, what more could you want to tie you up to The Old Man and The Kid?

First Born

His dear first born in a soft blue shawl
Is strangly wonderful, warm and small.
He eagerly scans the tiny face
To see if he can find a trace
Of him or her. As dreams grow tall
He sees him vault the garden wall
Or, in torn blue jeans, plowing corn...
Then he cuddles his first born
Kisses the cheek, soft tiny one,
Of his first born, his precious son.
                             Edna Hamilton
                                     Cincinnati