The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1858-09-16
did, rather than go above them? Who
hasn't cried when bob-tailed Jackets lit

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tie red hand got a ferruling. and who
hasn't made up faces at the master be-
hind her geography because bob-tailed
jacket was abused |? Who hasn't whis.
pered to bob-tailed jacket how to pro.
nounce "schthyology.' and how much
s times 7 was, and what was the capita]
Of Connecticut? And then, who hasn',
gone home and whimpered because bob
tailed jacket brought handful Of big red
roses to school and gave them to the lit
tie blue-eyed girl in pink apron who
sat in front Of her. and who never cried
when bob-tailed jacket got ferruled, who
always went above him in the class when
she got chance, and who actually
pinched his sister and called her names
1.-The audacious. impudent. artful. sell
fish, cold blooded, rude creature. Who
hasn't wished over and over again, that
bob-tailed jacket knew as much about
her as he ought to, and that she would
tear her pink apron, or get black and
blue spot on her nose, or loose her pa
per doll, or that her fathers house would
catch fire, or something to make her feel
as terrible as the red roses did somebody
else.
And who that ever was a big girl
hasn't felt just 50. .--only worser Who
hasn't looked languishing, and worn her
hair in long water ringlets. and read
melancholy poetry, and tried to lose her
appetite, all on account Of "a big, migrate
full. shortsighted wretch who didn't care
a fig for her? Who hasn't felt like
scratching her rivals eyes out, or wish
ed she would catch the measles and be
yer sick? Who hasn't whined, and
moaned, and cried herself to sleep night
after night, with the firm conviction that
her heart is breaking? Who hasn't
written a farewell letter to her friends
and dying piece Of poetry to the man
that didn't love her ? And who hasn't
got all over it in a week, and began to
feel just so about somebody else? II
don't pretend to say / have. But there
is delightful kind Of happiness. isn't
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At last find somebody who appreciates
our feelings and returns them too p
whose little fnger-nail is dear
er to us than the combined bodies of all
our other twains put together. Some
body. the very scraping Of whose muddy
boots at the door is sweeter music to our
ears than that the robins make in the
spring. Somebody whom we think is
Just as handsome and smart, and as good
and affectionate as anybody's somebody
need to be. Somebody whom we can
blush for, tremble for. cry for and
pray for. too, if we are pious. Some
body who can say sweet things to us.
and not have them sound silly; who can
pop the question without making us
wish him at one end Of the earth and our
selves at the other. Somebody who won't
flatter us, or coax US, or weedle u.s.
Somebody that can be cool when we are
coquettish. dignifed when we are saucy,
considerate when we are bashful end
who likes nothing better than that we
should make necklace of our arms and
q pillow Of his shirt bosom. Girls, while
/ think OF it, what is more delicious than
to sit on cosy little sofa. in cosy little
parlor, warm coat sleeve around your
waist, your curls tangled on somebody's
vest buttons. and pair Of whiskered
lips within kissing distance. Cocoon!
/ wish / were there
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