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y. nimiMiiiii — "nnwiwra /I iKHE Iwlhl refill view of KtrmtSAw MssEr< 6^p£poT .t--^Ij^L NTA - Vol. V. 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. - 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