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Wait for the Wagon.
Will you come with me, my Phillis dear,
to yon blue mountain free,
Where the blossoms smell the sweetest,
come rove along with me.
It’s ev’ry Sunday morning, when 1 am by
your side,
We’ll jump into the wagon and all take
a ride.
Chorus :
Wait for the wagon, wait for the wagon.
Wait for the wagon, and we’ll all take a
ride.
Where the river runs like silver, and the
birds they sing so sweet,
I have a cabin, Phillis, and something good
to eat.
Come listen to my story, it will relieve my
heart,
So jump into the wagon, and oft' we will
start.
Chorus :
Wait for the wagon, etc.
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Do you believe, my Phillis dear, old Mike,
with all his wealth,
Can make you half so happy, as I with
youth and health?
We’ll have a little farm, a horse, a pig, and
cow,
And you will mind the dairy while I will
guide the plow.
Chorus :
Wait for the wagon, etc.
Your lips are red as poppies, your hair so
sl : ck and neat,
All braided up with dahlias and hollyhocks
so sweet;
It’s every Sunday morning, when I am by
your side,
We’ll jump into the wagon, and all take a
ride.
Chorus :
Wait for the wagon, etc.
Together on life’s journey, we’ll travel till
we stop,
And if we have no trouble, we’ll reach the
happy top;
Then, come with me, sweet Phillis, my dear,
my lovely bride,
We’ll jump into the wagon, and all take a
ride.
Chorus:
Wait for the wagon, etc.
There is considerable inquiry in the
newspapers as to what Mrs. Clymer,
President of the New York Sorosis,
meant in her opening address to the
women’s convention by the words:
“The woman of the nineteenth century
has set her face toward the lost Garden
of Eden, and is not going to stop until
she gets there.” The rather limited
accurate reports concerning the gar
den, says the Indianapolis Journal,
lead one to conclude that the society
woman of to day would find it a dull
place, and that the main burden she
would escape by returning thither
would result in the ruin of the fashion
emporiums.
As you go over the W. & A. ask
the conductor to show you the great
“horse-shoe bend.”
A humorous dare-devil—the very man to suit my purpose. Bulweb.
OUR "CHATTANOOGA” NUMBER.
Some Things Funny.
Mr. Emory Hugh —“ That’s a terri
ble price, young woman, for one
dress.” Loving Daughter (ingenious
ly) —“ A big price, pa; but this is to
scoop him in I”
Jimmy —“Say, ma, gimme a
cooky?” Mother (who is trying to
teach him to be polite) —If you, if
you —what,Jimmy?” Jimmy —“Well,
if yer got any.”
Miss Tilly—“ Mr. De Todd, I
really never know what to do with my
hands.” Mr. De Todd (after a pause)
—“ You might give one of them to
me.” Miss Tilly —“ It is rather sud
den, Mr. De Todd, but here it is.”
A good little boy in Georgia who
was kicked by a mule did not say
naughty words or go home crying to
his mother. He just tied the mule
within five feet of a behive, backed
him round to it and let him kick.
“ Bridget, has Johnnie come home
from school yet?” “Yis, sorr.” “Have
you seen him?” “No, sorr.” “Then
how do you know he’s home ?” “ ’Cause
the cat’s hidin’ under the stove, sorr.”
Young Mr. O’Donovan (native
born, to his father, of foreign extrac
tion) —“Don’t yer go deceivin’ yerself
by thinkin’ I’m a cryin’ ’cause yer
licked me, for I ain’t. I’m all upset
at bein’ struck by a furriner, an’ not
bein’ able to strike back !”
The family clergyman was paying a
soeial visit to the household, and a little
boy about five years old was brought
out, as is customary on such occasions.
During his portion of the programme
he showed the clergyman how nicely
he could turn a handspring. He then
asked the minister if he could do that.
The minister said he guessed he couldn’t
now, but he could when he was a little
boy. “Then you ain’t as smart as my
mother,” returned the young America,
“for she can do it just as well as I can.”
ATLANTA, CA., JUNE I, 1890.
PICNIC SEASON ON THE W. & A. FULLY OPEN.
Hereafter let no one say that the
Indian is deficient in delicate thought
fulness for others. The young buck
Indians of Canada refuse to marry
because they have no work for their
wives to do.
Maude —“Why have you thrown
Clarence overboard?” Madge—“l
couldn’t marry a man with a broken
nose.” Maude —“How did his nose
get broken?” Madge —“I struck him
playing tennis!”
Friend —“Well, Ethel, how do you
like married life?” Ethel (enthusi
astically)—“lt’s simply delightful.
We’ve been married a week, and have
had eight quarrels, and I got the best
of it every time.”
“Pop, I know how you can make
SIOOO and benefit me besides.” “You
know how, Bob ? Well, I’d like to
know.” “How much do you weigh?
“About 175.” “Just the figure.
Well, there’s a fellow in Boston who
will fight any man of that weight for
SIOOO, and I thought since you don’t
win anything whaling me you might
like to close with him.”
Charles Lamb Kenney, the popular
journalist, dining at the house of a
friend, chanced to swallow a small
piece of cork with his wine, the result
being a severe fit of coughing. Take
care, my friend, said his next neigh
bor, with a rather feeble attempt at
humor, that’s not the way for Cork!
No, gasped the irrepressible sufferer,
it’s the way to kill Kenney.
Collector —“Mr. Hardup in?”
Mrs. Hardup —“No : he’s out collect
ing.” C. —‘That’s what you told me
the last time I was here.” Mrs. H.
—“Yes.” C. —“And the time before
that.” Mrs, H. —“Yes.” C. (sarcas
tically) —“He don’t seem to have
much success.” Mrs. H. (as she slams
the door in his face) —“Seems to have
as much success as you have.”
Spring in Dakota.
A meadow lark sat on a swaying weed
And sung with melodious note;
The cold wave came in the midst of the lay
And froze up the song in his throat.
A green frog basked in the sun’s warm beam,
And croaked that the weather was nice;
The cold wave came and he jumped for home,
But couldn’t get in for the ice.
The lark, the frog and a lady fair
Berated the wave quite freely.
But after investigation square,
Placed the blame on General G eeley.
—Chicago News.
Uhuh! that’s what they got by
living iu Dakota, instead of in north
Georgia. And when summer comes
they will get blistered with beat which
they would escape if they had their
residence in the salubrious uplands of
the glorious region through which the
Western & Atlantic Railroad runs.
Chattanooga Chamber of Com
merce.
An analysis of the roster of the
membership of the Chamber of Com
merce discloses some interesting facts.
The total membership in the roster
March 1, 1890, was 358. They re
present every line of business in the
city ; in fact, they include a very large
majority of our merchants, manufac
turers, real estate dealers, bankers,
publishers and printers, professional
men, etc. Arranged alphabetically,
by states and countries, the nativities
of members are as follows:
Alabama 6
Austria... 1
California 1
Canada 1
Connecticut .... 6
England 5
Florida 1
France 1
Georgia 36
Germany o
Hungary 4
Illinois 10
Indiana •••• 10
Ireland 5
lowa 4
Kentucky 10
Louisiana 2
Maine 6
Maryland 5
Michigan 7
Massachusetts.... 4
Mississippi 3
Forty-two states and countries are
represented. This shows the remark
ably cosmopolitan character of our
people. — Chattanooga Times.
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 Atlanta
to the north and northeast.
NO. 11.
' Missouri 3
?sew Hampshire. 1
New Jersey 1
New York 13
Ohio 63
• Oregon 1
Pennsylvania.... 15
Prussia 1
• Rhode Island.... 1
i Russia 1
Scotland 1
South Carolina .. 6
i Switzerland 1
> Tennessee 91
Texas 1
i Virginia 11
Vermont 2
Wales 2
Washington. D.C. 1
Wisconsin... 2
Total 358