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Jlas Ben Tillman gone to Greece?
Mason, of Illinois, is the joke of tlie
senate.
Dk. Hopkins Is an able man anil
will make an excellent minister to
Greece.
Wait until Waycross sees the air
ship. Then we’ll know whether its
really a tlry town.
Senator Platt, of Conneticut, lias
married a widow. Yet there are some
who charge senators with inertia.
ord this year. He tias delivered two
memorial addresses and is booked for
one more.
It in a confession of rlie weakness of
tlieir arguments that the critics ot the
New York Reform, club dinner devote
themselves principally to what was on
the bill of fare and\iot to what was
said
Tiikotokis, Shoulonkis, Autaxias,
Triaiitalilaca, Sim polios, Tesmados.
But don’t he frightened, gentle reader;
this is neither a mystic incantation,
nor a fearful denunciation. It is
merely a recitation of the names of
the Greek cabinet ministers.
Tub papers are falling in line for
dußignon for governor next time.
That is all right, north Georgia is
willing to give it to him. —Marietta
Journal. Tub Times hopes so; but it
notices that some of the north Georgia
newspapers are still throwing-rocks.
I’uE New York Times knocks the
expected repetition of glory at
Thermopy In l out in the llrst round by
showing that there is no longer any
piss at Thermopy he. In 2 300 years,
the alluvial deposits have tilled in the
gulf far from the ancient shore, and a
broad marsh is uoiv seen where Leoni
das kept the famous pass.
A\ Arkansas editor gives his delin
quents a gentle hint in this way: “It
is said that a New York girl kneads
bread wit h her gloves on; but that is
no news to us. We need bread with
our boots on, we need bread with our
l'*nts on; and if those subscribers
who are so much in arrears don’t pay
up soon, we will need bread without
anything on.
OUR FIRST YEAR-
Yesterday marked the first anniver
sary of tlie new management of Thk
Timks. During the year, Thk Timks
feels that it has been appreciated by
I be people in itseltorts to give Bruns
wick a creditable, reliable and euer
g tic newspaper. That it will con
■Unue to merit such appreciation, its
can rest assured.
IbUjEPRESENTATiCN
V' •
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longs—on dry land—Waycross Herald.
The Times is surprised at the above
uncalled for and unwarranted attack
on a Brunswick attraction, appearing,
as it does, in a paper that has always
appeared to be kindly disposed toward
this city and its people. The allusion
is especially hard to understand when
it is considered that but a few days ago
the junior editor of the Herald was
shown over the I’asaaic, and expressed
his admiration in no measured terms.
The statement that a house is being
built for the Passaic is entirely with
out foundation, and there is no inten
tion of taking her out of the water,
where she floats as buoyantly as the,
best of them. The Herald’s informant
was probably under the influence of a
Waycross blind tiger.
A QUESTION
The publisher of a newspaper has
one thing to rent and one thing to sell.
He has the newspaper to sell aud the
space in ins columns to rent. Can any
one inform us why he should be ex
pected to give away either the one or
the other?
He can if lie chooses, and he does, as
a matter of fact, furnish a great deal
of space rent free. But it does not
follow that he ought to be expected to
do so.
It ought to be recognized as a con
tribution, exactly as would be the giv
ing away of sugar or coffee by a
grocer. But, strange to say, it is not
looked at in that light at all, and yet
everybody knows that the existence of
a newspaper depends upon the rent of
its space and the sale of the paper, as
a merchant’s success depends on sell
ing his goods instead of giving them
away.—Copy Hook.
STRAWS.
dußignon made more Memorial day
addresses than any man in tlie state.
—Augusta Herald.
Hon. Fleming dußignon has already
delivered memorial addresses at
Griflinand Sandersville. Ills speeches
are being highly praisetH—Rome Tri
bune.
It now looks as if the next guberna
torial contest would he practically set
tled before/the present year is out.
Fleming GC dußignon, of Savannah,
seems to be the choice of nearly every
class. —Darien Gazette.
The Vedartown Standard, though
puhlishad in north Georgia, is willing
that soujn Georgia and the wiregrass
democracy should have a showing. It
says: *ftT)iith Georgia claims the
governorship next time, and there is
justice in her demand, for south Geor
gia is the stronghold of democracy.—
Thomas vi lie Times-En ter prise.
SUNDAY THOUGHTS.
I From Canon Farrar’s Year Book.l
Have you an enemy? Then this
very day forgive him. Have you
wronged, or are you wronging anoth
er? Then this very day make him res
titution. Are you a slanderer, or a
systematic depreciator ot your breth
ren? Then cease to speak evil and
throw your unhallowed pen into the
tire. Are you in debt? Live on bread
and water rather than continue in
that dishonesty. Are you idle? Go
home and earn your own bread by the
sweat of your brow. Are you getting
fond of drink?. Then loose that grip
upon you of that devil’s hand of flame.
Are you in any way living a double
life? Then tear off your own mask
and in tears before Christ’s throne en
treat him to make you true. Are you
in any way stained with sin? Then
come with that leprosy tQ Him whose
answer to the leper’s cry, “Lord, if
thou wilt thou camt make me clean,’’
came like an echo, “l wil 1 , be thou
clean.”
" Would n man 'scape tho rod?”
Itablii lion Knrshood saith,
- soo that ln\turns to God
Tho day before his death.”
“Ay, could a man enquire
When it shall come?” 1 say.
Tho Kalibi’s eye shoots lire—
“Then lot him turn today.”
ItIIOANINO.
***
[From llishop Phillips Brooks'”Gool Cheer
for tlio Year,’’]
You never did a sin that did not give
its warning to you before you did it.
L’erliaps you did not hear, but it was
not that the warning bell did not ring.
Perhaps you called that first sign of
weakness a mere accident and tried to
believe that it meant nothing, but if
you gave your thoughts to it you knew
that it was the house’s feeble timbers
creaking before tlieir fall. There are
such warnings of coining sins that
every one of us has received—sins yet
undone; sins which it may be are to
make our w hole life dark some day,
whose threatening we can read, if we
THfE TIMES: .BRUNSWICK, GA, SUNDAY MORNING, MAY 2,-*
are] wise enough, in something that
has come to us already.
Life is full of such warnings. No
man grows to he more than a mere
boy without learning on what side of
his moral nature he will fall if he falls
at all. Every one of us knows, who is
in the least thoughtful, what sort of
villain he would be if he grew villain
ous. Thank God, these warnings may
save us from the things they warn us
of. These blessed bells that ring out
in the darkness may turn us resolutely
off from the cruel surf that roars be
hind them.
Man is no star, but a quick coal
Of mortal lire;
Who blows it not, nor (loth control
A faint desire,
Lets liis own ashes choke his soul.
George Herbert.
SHE.
To stars in the skies, to flowers compare her,
When they shine or they bloom in the twi
light’s hush;
Did eyes ever beam with radiance rarer.
Or cheek ever bloom with a daintier blush?
Tall, she, and slender, pliant and sweet,
Graceful and gracious, she was that day,
The crown of brown hair, wee hands, slim feet,
Stole all my wisdom, and hied it away.
No flashing of jewels, no gorgeous attire,
To lie mocked by beauty so perfect and pure;
Yet, to climb to the stars even I might aspire,
But never to her; of that I am sure.
Fannie Lou Dart.
V/HAT TO EAT.
Some Sensible Segeestions That Should
Be Hosted In livery Household.
Aralstonite, writing iu that excel
lent gastronomic journal, What to Eat,
makes a fow sensible suggestions in re
gard to the diet that ought to be posted
in every household. He says that the
healthiest and purest lives come from
those* wlio do not eat meat, before the
age of 15.
Potatoes, slic ed thin ar.d fried, are in
digestible. While tasting delicious, they
afford no real nourishment and cause a
derangement of the liver.
Cake clogs the stomach. All rich
pastry is poison to the liver. Soft cara
mels aud creams are also bad for any
ono with a liver at all rebellions.
When you get old, look out for your
food. Do you every notice that grand
father’s face is not as jolly as it used
to be? His stiength of mind also seems
slowly disappearing, though he is get
ting fleshier every day. He needs a
change of food. Probably he has been
eating buckwheat cakes and sirup, white
bread and butter, sugar, fat meats, etc.
Give him lean meat aud fish, cracked
wheat aud potatoes, barley cakes, rye
bread or southern corn cakes. Try it,
and instead of moping and sitting round
the house nil day you will find him run
ning around lively as a cricket.
Maybe, on the contrary, he is growing
thin and pale. Then he needs buck
wheat and molasses, fat meats, mashed
potatoes in milk, northern corn, cracked
wheat and fish, oatmeal porridge aud
fruits every morning.
All rules have their exceptions, and
the diet described for the mass may not
answer for exceptional cases, but the
following directions are good for the
majority:
Milk is the simplest and most natural
food. If you cannot drink it, your stom
ach is iu a diseased condition. Cheese is
a good substitute, if mild, fresh and
made from pure milk and cream. Per
sons who live mostly on vegetables have
the best nerves and the best complex
ions. Bed pepper is an excellent condi
ment. Its effect upon the liver is re
markable. Malaria, intermittent fever
or congestive chills cannot cnduie the
presence of red pepper. Pure red pepper
(known as cayenne) should be on every
table.
11l health is caused largely by im
proper food or ty toed which is iu a had
condition when it is eaten.
Nervous
People find just the help they so much
need,ln Hood’s Sarsaparilla. It fur
nishes the desired strength by puri
fying, vitalizing and enriching the
blood, and thus builds up the nerves,
tones tho stomach and regulates the
whole system. Head this:
“I want to praise Hood’s Sarsaparilla.
My health run down, and I had the grip.
After that, my heart and nervous system
were badly affected, so that I could not do
my own work. Our physician gave me
some help, but did not cure. I decided
to try Hood’s Sarsaparilla. Soon I could
do all my own housework. I have taken
Cured
Hood’s Pills with Hood’s Sarsaparilla,
and they have done me much good. I
will not be without them. I have taken 13
bottlesof Hood’s Sarsaparilla,and through
the blessing of God, it has cured me.
I worked as hard as ever the past sum
mer, and I am thankful to say I am
well. Hood’s Pills when taken with
Hood’s Sarsaparilla help very much.”
Mrs. M. M. Messenger, Freehold, Penn.
This and many yther cures prove that
Hood's
Sarsaparilla
ts the One True Blood Purifier. All druggists. sl.
Prepared only by C. I. Hood & Cos., I-cwell. Mass.
i, ~ . act easily, promptly and
noods Pills effectively, abaeou.
BYWAYS OF SEVILLE.
THUMB NAIL SKETCHES OF A WITTY
AND GRACIOUS PEOPLE.
The Lazy and Picturesque Life of the An
dalusians—Making: Love Through Barred
Windows—A Tabcrna Where the Dark
er Side of Life hi Displayed.
Wandering home through the dark,
Winding byways, you pass cloaked fig
ures, whispering at the iron bound win
dows. They are the lovers of Seville,
pelando la pava (plucking the turkey),
as they call it. With the lattice slightly
open, the fair Sevillana sits in her dark
ened chamber talking in whispered
tones to the gallant without. The old
folks, weary of the task of chaperonage,
after locking tlio daughter iu a room
barred like a prison cell, have gone to
bed, and for hours, sometimes the en
tire night, tho affianced lovers look
through the grating into each other’s
eyes and whisper the nothings of love.
It would seem cold comfort to a north
ern swain, but the Spaniards say the
iron bars are a necessary evil there in
Spain. In Spain there are life and color
and picturesquencss everywhere, aud
you think the Spaniard was Lorn to be
un artist’s model.
In the maze of tortuous streets about
tlio market one sees something of the
lifo of the people. There the white
washed houses are outlined against the
brilliant sky in rambling perspective,
and the graceful tower of some parish
church, its brown walls moss grown, its
bright tiles shining, rise sharp and clear
into the blue above. Dark maidens with
glossy hair and warm color in their
cheeks gaze idly from the miradores
above upon the countless people in the
streets below.
The cobbler hammers and stitches in
his smoky little shop without window
or door, glasses click in the bodega,
sleek cows with mournful eyes and
tinkling bells stand silently chewing
their cuds in the milkman’s stalls, and
the dainty feet of shaggy donkeys patter
on the cobble stones as the patient lit
tle beasts, beneath their panniers of
straw or charcoal, thread their -way
through the crowd. You wander along,
picking your way through the good na
tured assemblage, until you reach some
little plaza with its church, where beg
gars sun themselves upon the flagstones,
and the puestos, or booths of the street
peddlers, with graceful, colored awn
ings, are scattered picturesquely about
the pavement. There the dazzling sun
light casts fantastic shadows on the yel
low and blue walls of the houses, mul
ticolored pots or festoons of cotton
prints hang iu the dingy shops, gallar
dos—dandies of the street—gossip in
groups or ogle the passing maidens,
dogs snooze in sunny spots and crowds
of idlers cluster about some barrel or
gan or blind guitarist. There is a booth
near by where a bronze skinned gypsy
is cooking molletes calentitos, a sort of
greasy flour cake fried in oil, and a wine
puesto with its earthen jars, aud huge
bottles of red and yellow wine, and
there vagos loiter to eat and drink.
One can linger for hours in the streets
of Seville, watching tho people and
talking with them, too, for the Anda
lusian of the lower classes is the best of
fellows. There is a democratic freedom
in his manner, at once respectful and
cordial, which is unlike the obsequious
ness or boorishness of the common peo
ple of other countries. He is slow and
even lazy, but he commands respect, and
nowhere can one meet such civility and
heartiness as is shown by the Andalu
sian peasant. But you must unbend and
meet him half way. He does not like
Saxon stiffness, and a cordial word or
the offer of a cigarette will accomplish
more than a handful of silver.
When you go into a bodega of the
people where aguardiente is sold at a
cent a glass, the habitues all greet you
with a Word of welcome, and the bar
keeper serves his liquor with a courtli
ness which is Chesterfieldian. They are
rough places, those common taverns.
There is one in particular, across the
river in Triaua, where the toughs of Se
ville—the matones, they are called—
gather to drink and quarrel. They say
that every Sevillian who is spoiling for
a fight goes there, and many are the
cutting affrays in which navajos are
drawn. With mantas wrapped about the
left arm, the duellists crouch and slow
ly follow each other around, watching
the opportunity for the fatal spring,
just as they do in Carmen. This taberna
of the bullies is a low, dingy place,
spanned by high beams blackened by
ages of cigarettes and dirt. It is open to
the street on two sides, and supporting
the corner beams is an old Roman col
umn which .looks as though it may have
been standing since the time of Trajan.
The floor is of dirt, and in one corner are
a low table and three or four cane seat
ed chairs. There are dirty bottles on the
shelves and coarse prints of bullfighters
on the walls. Behind the bar is the
keeper of the resort, a low browed ruf
fian, with little weasel eyes, set close
together and a knife slash across his un
shaven cheek. He looks a prince of cut
throats, but even he has a kindly greet
ing and a civil word, as have his cus
tomers who lean upon the bar. But the
honest workman out for a holiday with
his best girl or the bourgeois and his
friends picnicking in the environs un
der the shade of olive trees, are really
more interesting. These true Andalu
sians will always welcome a stranger,
they will always share their sour wine
and sweet cakes, and the bright eyed
girls of the party will dance the grace
ful Sevillana to the time of castanets,
mid if you speak Spanish you may chat
With them all and feel when you leave
that you have met real friends. There
are no people so friendly and witty and
gracious as the Andalusians.—Cosmo
politan. v
—**— DilWrtnt.
“I suppose your daughter is just like
mine—rather ride a wheel than eat.”
‘‘Not exactly, but she. womd rather
tide a wheel than cook.” Chicago
Record.
HIRAM DART’S REFUSAL.
Why lie Dl<l Not Marry the Charming
Widow Lreeae.
When old Hiram Dart was in his sev
enty-fifth ye'ar, the faithful old wife
who had been his companion for a full
half century, sickened and died, aud,
to the surprise and amusement of his
rural neighbors, old Hiram set forth in
search of another wife before Hannah,
his first spouse, had been six weeks in
her grave.
He made no secret of the fact that he
was “in the market” and seemed sur
prised that the bidders were so few. He
attributed this fact to the general lack
of taste and judgment in the ‘‘wiimnen
folks” of the present day.
‘‘They’re a finicky lot anyhow,” said
old Hiram, “an it comes o’ this fool
new wimmen idee."
One day old Hiram drove by a neigh
bor’s house all ‘‘rigged up” in his Sun
day best and with a blue satin necktie
forming a marked contrast to the big
red geranium in his buttonhole. He
tarried for a moment at Lis neighbor’s
gate and frankly confessed that he was
‘‘goin a sparkin. ”
The object of this amatory visitation
was the Widow Breese, who lived “over
Hebron way,” and with whom old Hi
ram was wholly unacquainted. Some
one had, in a spirit of either malice or
mischief, made old Hiram believe that
the Widow Breese, a robust, well to do
woman of about 60, would be inclined
to look with favor on Hiram’s suit.
“An it won’t be no harm done to go
an see her anyway,” said Hiram, as he
drove away.
it was nearly dark when Hiram reap
peared, far less buoyant than when he
went away. His neighbor was on the
lookout, and, hailing the old man, he
said:
“Well, Uncle Hiram, did the Widow
Breese refuse you?”
“Not much she didn’t,” retorted Hi
ram spiritedly. “I refused her.”
“You refused her? Why, what dc
you mean, Uncle Hiram?”
“Mean jess what I say. I refused the
old—old—cattymount I”
“Why, Uncle Hiram, is that a re
spectful way to speak about a lady?”
“A ‘lady!’ Humph, great lady old
Jane Breese is! You call a woman a
‘lady’who sails into a feller with a
broomstick an calls ’im ‘an ole fool’ an
sich like names?”
“Did Mrs. Breese do that?”
“She jest did. I guess she’d got wind
that I was cumin, for I’d hardly inter
doosed myself an began to state my biz
ness when she flew at me with a broom
stick an drenched me with hot water an
sicked her dawg on me an jawed tho
worst I ever heerd. I jess w’aited till she
got through, an then I up an told her
p’int blank that I wouldn’t have her if
she was the last woman on top of the
earth. Yes, sir; I refused her jest that
p’int blank. ” —Detroit Free Presa
The English Municipal Sc?rvice.
Compared with other professions in
England, the municipal service is on the
whole fairly well paid. Salaries of town
clerks range from £3OO in towns of a
population of 30,000 to £1,750 paid by
Manchester, which has a population of
600,000, while municipal engineers are
paid all the way up from £2OO in towns
of 20,000 to £I,OOO a year paid by each
of the municipalities of Manchester,
Liverpool and Newcastle..
For these salaries the councils usually
demand all the time of tlieir servants.
A lawyer or an engineer may do better
as a private practitioner, but in the
municipal service he i3 sure of his posi
tion and his pay, and it will be his own
fault if he has not so organized his office
and trained assistants that he can hold
on to his position veil on into an old
age. Advancing years may tell against
a man for appointment to a municipal
office, but old age is seldom made the
excuse for getting rid of a town clerk or
a municipal engineer. Most of them die
in harness, drawing full pay.
The subordinate clerkships under the
municipalities are not much better paid
than clerkships in law and mercantile
offices. The reason why these positions
are prized is that in such a position a
man regards himself as placed for life
and is consequently in the enjoyment of
that feeling of settlement and that ab
sence of worry as to the future which
are so dear to middle class Englishmen.
Excellent men of their class hold these
positions. Their abilities and their re
spectability would bring them the same
salaries elsewhere, minus only the fixity
of tenure which attaches to all grades
of the municipal service. These- subor
dinates, like their superiors in the paid
municipal service, vote at all elections
like other citizens. They never attempt
to conceal how they vote, but the recur
ring elections give rise to no pleasurable
expectations or disturbing apprehensions
of any kind on their part. They are nev
er active in the municipal campaigns
and would as soon expect to encounter
a highwayman in the town as a collect
or seeking contributions to a campaign
fund.-r-Harper’s Weekly.
Mrs. Putnam's Appointment.
Mrs. Ellen M. Putnam of Buffalo has
been appointed superintendent of the
new state home, for veterans and their
wives and army nurses established by
the efforts of the Women’s Relief corps,
which is now- almost completed at Ox
ford, N. Y. Mrs. Putnam has for 30
years been one of the most efficient
teachers in the Buffalo public schools,
having held her present position as de
partment principal for 20 years. She is
well known through the state as a woin
in of unusual executive ability and of
great patriotism.
New Color In Silks.
Gotbam—Chicago people believe in
booming their own town.
Church—What have yon heard now?
‘‘Why, I went into a dry goods store
while I was out there, and a lady_caine
in and asked if they lnicl any lisle green
silk.”
‘‘And did they?”
‘‘No. The clerk told her they had
some Chicago river brow u silk though. ”
—-Yonkers Statesman.
CARTOONED AS HOGS.
A SPANISH PAPTO IN CUBA HAS FUN
WITH OUR SOLONS.
How the Officers, Clerks anti Orderlies
the Spanish Army In Havana Are Knter
tained—Their Ignorance of American
Sentiment—Queer Spanish Humor.
The war in Cuba is not without its
humor—Spanish as well as American
humor. Don Quijote is the cartoon pa
per of Havana. It extructs-fun out of
the war situations and presents the gro
tesque in colors. When the statement is
made that there arc cn detailed duty at
Havana, as officers, clerks, orderlies
and in other headquarters capacities,
40,000 members of the Spanish army,
the magnitude of the field for time kill
ing literature will be appreciated. Don
Quijote seems to enjoy considerable
popularity,although an American would
find it difficult to tell why. The paper
is not only for sale at the numerous
news stands, but copies are tacked on
bulletin boards or protected in frames
at the cigar booths, in the cafes and
other frequented places to attract pass
ers and to stimulate trade.
It cannot be said that the cartoonist
has done entire justice to his subject. He
might at least have selected a type a
little less calculated to wound American
pride. If he had gone to the advertising
matter of the pork packers, he could
have fond a character of hog upon which
Americans could have looked with a cer
tain degree of complacency. But tho hog
with which the artist cf Don Quijote
has seen fit to typify the Americans is
a most disreputable looking 'beast. He
isn’t even a distinct breed. He has the
nose of the> razorback, the tusks of the
peccary of Texas and the body of the.or
dinary porker. This kind of a hog the art
ist puts into a suit of clothes made of
the American flag and labels as any
American public man who has been con
spicuous in the Cuban developments at
Washington.
The latest issue cf Don Quijote pre
sents “a group of these Yankee sen
ators.” Where the American humor
finds food is in the personalities. With
out discrimination Don Quijote groups
friend and foe of Spain. He makes
hogs of all of them. Senator Hale of
Maine has been a thick and thin de
fender of Spain in all of the senatorial
discussions, so much so that he is known
in the cloakrooms as the Spanish sena
tor. Yet Senator Hale is held up to
Spanish derision as an American hog iu
the group with the fiercest of tlje jin
goes Morgan, Cameron and Call.
Sherman is included, although he has
left the senate aud entered the cabinet.
Don Quijote varies the hog idea, in
the latest issue, so far as to represent
a distinction without a difference be
tween the Cleveland and the McKinley
administrations.
The president and the ex-president
are offered for Spanish ridicule in the
forms of two bobtailed pug dogs strug
gling to be first at a dish of bones label
ed “Cuba.” Uncle Sam is holding them
back. The American sense of bnmor
grasps the fact that those bones have
been picked so well before the pugs
reach them that they glisten.
Don Quijote’s wit does not mislead
the Spanish element of the population
as to the truth of history. The late ad
ministration’s relations to Cuba are
well understood. A few days ago the
dispatches brought the news that the
ex-president might visit the gulf of
Mexico on Mr. Benedict’s yacht. The
leading ultra loyal Spanish residents of
Havana came together and began pre
parations for an elaborate reception of
Mr. Cleveland.
Don Quijote’s cartoons are not as sig
nificant as they were three months ago.
Tho American no longer encounters
scowls as he goes about his business. He
is persona grata in Havana now- Two
things havo conduced to this. One is
the growing desire for peace and the
feeling that the United States is to play
a conspicuous part in the settlement
The other is the natural impression
made by Consul General Lee’s single
handed course in defense of the rights
of American citizens, for, without bias
or prejudice on the Cuban question,
without reference to politics or to sec
tions, it can be said General Lee has
proved the right man for this emergen
cy. He has stood up firmly for interna
tional justice, and hereafter the rights
of naturalized citizens of the United
States will have anew meaning.—St.
Louis Globe-Democrat.
No Music For the Dead.
Tlie dead whose long home is to be
in Fairmount cemetery, Newark, N.
J., henceforth will be buried not per
haps unwept, unhonored or unsung, but
certainly without instrumental music.
Superintendent Charles Nichols has is
sued an order forbidding the “playing
of music in the cemetery grounds.”
The Wayside Song.
As I walked out one April day
To list the springtime rumors,
1 found upon the dusty way
A spinster clad in bloomers.
Peaked was her chin and gray her hair.
Her face was full of a dulled despair,
And in a voice no longer young
Shrilly this ancient song she sung:
“When the pigs begin to fly.
Oh, won't the pork be high,
for they’re the most unlikely birds that over
sailed the sky!
When the pigs begin to fly.
We’ll laugh until we die,
And the women, they will have their ‘rights’
Whuu the pigs begin to fly.”
Said I: “Dear madam, why this which?
They’ve other things by dozens.”
Said she: “That always was the itch.
I am Miss Phoebe Couzius.
Through all my life I've tried to bo
As manly a man as you might see,
But all my toil no change can bring,
So now this ancient song I sing:
“When the pigs begin to fly,” etc.
And as I went a-winding down,
A-thinking this and t Other,
Of “rights” above the triple crown
Of woman, wife and motliaL
I wished all mauls whose
To hustle aVoufid-tn
Might pass and list that convert strong
As she bitterly sang that ancient song:
“When the pigs begin to fly," etc.
—New York Press.