This draft of a poem or song about Teterville, Kansas (now a ghost town) was written by Francis Sullivan Caldwell. The fourth stanza begins, "Near Teeter-Town, I lost my way-- / One summers night-or--was it day, / My Poor head aches--I can not say. / I gazed upon a Flagon brown..." The lyrics have been typed on official stationery of unknown origin below the heading, "Internal Correspondence."