Sir: Last night I disturbed the family catawollapus--nee Irish--with,
"Are you asleep, Maggie?" "Yis, sor." "Too bad, Maggie; the northern
lights are out, and you ought to see them." "I'm sorry, sor, but I'm
sure I filled them all this morning." What I intended to say was that I
have taken the liberty of christening a perfectly good he-pointer pup
Jet Wimp. Hope it is not lese majeste against the revered president of
the Immortals.
Salvilinus Fontanalis.
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A Sheboygan merchant announces a display of "what Dame Nature has
decreed women shall wear this fall and winter."
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In considering additions to the Academy of Immortals shall Anna
Quaintance be forgot? She lives in Springfield.
* * *
A box-office man has won the politeness prize. Topsy-turvy world, did
you say?
* * *
We lamp by the rural correspondence that Mrs. Alfred Snow of Chili,
Wis., is on her way to Bismarck, N. D. It is suggested that she detour
to Hot Springs and warm up a bit.
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_BLAKE COMES BACK._
_Little Ford, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee gas and bade thee speed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee cushions hard and tight,
Bumpy tires small and white;
Gave thee such a raucous voice,
Making all the deaf rejoice?
Little Ford, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?_
_Little Ford, I'll tell thee,
Little Ford, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
Henry Ford, the very same.
He is meek and he is mild,
Is pacific as a child.
He a child and thou a Ford,
You are called the same word.
Little Ford, God bless thee!
Little Ford, God bless thee!_
_B. L._
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