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About The Kennesaw gazette. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1886-189? | View Entire Issue (May 15, 1890)
t - _ -in ■ ij mi —U-- - . . ■ - - ■ ■ \W"i" <»■»■■ 11■ in; ri ii nnimg m WBW?? VIEW OF KENNESAW Z~\QVNTAI N • s\S> A.>~ <5V MsSEN^5^P eP °L--^-~~^ Ta ' 7 ?, Vol. V. Landlord Fill the Flowing - Bowl. Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl, Until it does run over, Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl, Until it does run over. Chorus : For to-night we’ll merry, merry be, For to-night we’ll merry, merry le. For to-night we’ll meiry, merry be, — To-morrow we’ll get sober. He that drinkfeth strong beer, And goes to bed right mellow, Lives as he ought to live, And dies a hearty fellow. , He that drinketh small beer, And goes to bed sober,— Falls as the leaves do fall, That die in dull October. Punch cures the gout, The colic and phthisic; ■ So it is to all men The best of physic. He that courts a pretty girl, And courts her for his pleasure,— Is a knave unless he marries her Without store or treasure. So now let us dance and sing, • And drive away all sorrow, — For perhaps we may not Meet again to-morrow. Chorus : For to-night we’ll merry, merry be, For to-night we’ll merry, merry be, For to-night we’ll merry, merry be, — To-morrow we’ll get sober. Knocked Them in Agaifei. During the civil war Mr. Charles Ness, of Searsmont, wa j a member of a Maine regiment. While in the south he had a bad fall, striking the back of nis head heavily on the ground. It left him partially blind and for nearly twenty-five years he has been in the same condition. While he could see somewhat, yet he was unable to read. Recently Mr. Ness fell while carrying a pail of milk into the house and struck the back of his head heavily on the ice. Strange to say, his eye sight has been restored and he can see to read as well as before the first acci dent. — Pittsfield Advertiser. All of which reminds us of the old nursery song: There was a man in our town And he was wondrous wise; He jumped into a bramble bush And scratched out both his eyes. And when he found his eyes were out, With all his might and main, He jumped into another bush And scratched them in again. The Western & Atlantic is the only line in the South running four through passenger trains per day each way, from one terminal to the other. It, there fore, offers advantages over all other lines for tourists going from so the north and northeast. A. humorous dare-devil—ttie very man to suit my purpose. bulweb. OUR. AZTA.Y FLOWERS” NUMBER. e A r. • '■ / ? w s'* u.7-w* ' .rrL 7- V._V '*w .jjß| * » kennesaw’s bombardment. Billet Doux. She was a winsome country lass, So William, on a brief vacation, More pleasantly the time to pass Essayed flirtation; And as they strolled in twilight dim, While near the time for parting drew, Asked if she’d like to have from him A billet doux. Os French this simple maid knew naught, But, doubting not ’twas something nice, Upon its meaning quickly thought; Then in a trice Upward she turned her pretty head, Her rosy lips together she drew For purpose plain, and coyly said: “Yes, Billy, do!” A minor consideration —She (tragic ally) Take back tbe heart that thou gavest me. He —Never mind the heart —just fork over that diamond ring. “Do you like your new mamma Charlie?” was asked of a precocious youngster of six. “No,” he said lof tily, “I do not care for ladies’society.” Dude (posing for a bold, bad man) —“How does water taste, Miss Bel asys?” Miss B. —“You don’t mean to say the’ve brought you up all this time on milk ?” Miss Kajones —It’s all over between Mr. Hankinson and me, Irene. Miss Garlinghouse—Did you have a quarrel, Laura? N-not exactly. He impudently snatched a kiss the last time he called —that is all. You resented the liberty, of course. Certainly I did. And didn’t he apologize properly? No? He —he said it shouldn’t happen again. ATLANTA, CA., MAY 15, 1890. Young Mr. Scheinstein —Do you dink dot marriage vas a vailure, Uncle Moses? Uncle Moses —Off you make money by marriage it vas as good as a failure my boy. It is no use telling you to look pleasant, said the photographer to the pretty young lady, for you cannot look anything else. And his scheme worked beautifully. The Doctor: “I have wondered if it be possible for there to be any lawyers in heaven.” The Lawyer —“It really is a pity to think that you shall never be able to find out.” New Reporter —“I don’t quite un derstand your ideas about condensing.” Editor —“Boil everything down. If a woman gets scared by an elephant say a mouse frightened her.” Lady of the house —Did you kick that poor dog to make him howl so? Happy Buggins—No, marm; I would n’t do a thing like that. 1 jest offered him a piece of this pie you give me. New boy (proudly) —“Aly pa’s a agnostic. I heard him say so.” Boy on the other side of the fence (envious ly) —“My pa’s a good deal agnosticker than yours, an I’ll bet I kin lick you ! ” Admirer (to Boston slugger) — “John, if you fight Pete Jackson what rules will you insist on ? ” Boston slug ger (defiantly) —“I’ll fight ’iniaccordin’ to any rules. It’s all one to me —Mar kis o Queensberry, London prize ring, or Maryland Legislator’, b’gosh.” Because I Love You. “I cannot brins you wealth,” she said: “I cannot bring you fame or place Among the noted of the race; But I can love you, “When trials come to test you, sweet, I can be sunlight to your feet; My kiss your precious lips shall greet, Because I love you. “When daylight dies along the West, You will come home to me to rest, And 1 shall sleep upon your breast, Because I love you. “If sickness comes, beside your bed, I will bend low with quiet tread, And pray God’s blessing on your head, Because 1 love you. “As dew clings to the violet, Making the fragrant chalice wet, So my life into yours is set, Because I love you. “Only myself, my all, 1 bring; But count it, sweet, a precious thing To give m/ life an offering, Because I love you. “I bow before no other shrine; If I go first across death’s line I will return to claim you mine, Because I love you.” —Sarah K. Bolton, in Home Journal. Golden Light. Oh the light that lies in a maiden’s eyes As she meets the fervid glance of her lover, Is brighter far than the gleams of the star That shines in the darkness around her. And the fleeting flush of the maiden’s blush, The bloom of the rose defying, ' O’er her countenance flies as the maiden sighs, , , , . Like the dream of the zephyr dying. I And the power to beguile in a maiden’s smile And the sound of her voire so thrilling, Make a lover.crave to become her slave, i Iler slightest behest fulfilling. But the tuneful clink of a maiden’s chink And the gleam of her gold so yellow More than Cupid’s dart will touch the heart Os the most unsusceptible fellow. Yale Record. A little corn on a maiden grew, Listen to my wail of toe, Caused by the pinch of a too tight shoe, Instead of a three a number two, i it grew, it grew, ' Listen to my wail of toe; As time went on (as time will do), Listen to my wail of toe; she corn waxed red—the maiden blue, I'was ten limes worse than the grip (ker chew) Tootrue! Tootrue! Listen to my wail of toe; She had a seat in the end of the pew, Listen to my wail of toe; And a man with another seat in view Put his cowhide boot on her kangaroo, Oh, whew! Oh, whew! Listen to my wail of toe! —Augusta Evening News. As you go over the W. & A. ask the conductor to show you the great “horse-shoe bend,” NO. 10.
