The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1873-02-27
Industrial Love-Making.

Two young turtle doves, wandering
with pinions entwined among the Iaby-
rinths and bowers of the Exposition
Building in Cincinnati, were heard to
coo thusly:
She oyou indeed love me true %
He True as the needle to the
sewing machine, or the most accurate
case of mathematical apparatus on ex-
Inhibition. When look at you my heart
warns like a heating stove, and beats
like a steel hammer"
She-"I can believe you, then ?"
He" Doubt burglar-proof safes and
plated ware, wax-work, millinery and
safety-valves, but never doubt my love. .
She Dearest Claw'd p
He Your love-lib glanocs stir tho
waters of my heart like turbine wheel
You are the sublimated agricultural
machinery of my spiritual exposition.
You are the cultivator of my mortal ex-
istence, the seed drill for grains of
purest thought, the reaper of golden
harvests of affection, and the mower
well, more to me than all the other girls
in Cincinnati
She administering roguish fan tap
perhaps can prove You thrasher,
too"
He" Well, and if you do, you will
find me as docile in your hands as pine
wood in grasp of wood workers, or
dilapidated textiles in rag machinery. /"
She Your heart will never wander
from me ?"
He" My sweet sugar evaporation,
as soon expect to see a patent saw-mill
wandering in the galleries, or steam
boilers and tobacco machines promena-
ding arm-in-arm through the hall. You,
and you alone, occupy the apartments
of my heart. You are alike tenant,
guest and regular boarder, besides be-
ing furniture, upholstery and miscel-
laneous house-furnishing goods.
She-''I must-I will believe you
Ala, Claw'd, your words are dearer to
me than a season ticket to the EXPOSE
ton, and sweeter than the sweetest
bonnet in the millinery department, or
honey in the curry-comb. But can 1
rely upon your constancy %
He" Constant as the fall of water
over yon cascade, and in devotion as
regular as a set of artificial teeth. If
you refuse to believe me and sooth out
the wrinkles in my heart with your
spiritual ironing apparatus, you viii
mangle and wringerI"
She-"Do you respect as well as
love %
He respect you because you dc
not despise washing apparatus and
cooking stoves but disdain chemicals,
paints and cotton. You would rank
patterns in the ladies' department., and
for appearance there is no such carriage
as yours in the class of land conveyance. ,
She-"See the inconstant throne
how they fit from one object of interest
to another now stopping to fondle &
pegging machine or an automatic boiler
feeder, and again pausing TO inhale the
fragrance of washing machines and
plug tobacco So it is, I fear with me1
who profess to love-"
He Dearest Pauline, you wrong
me. In comparison with you, all othel
women appear as ten-eent hack rid,
from the postofice corner. They ar,
but toys and fancy goods to me, Will,
to them I am but a refrigerator. Their,
is no mining apparatus that can under
mine you in frames in which your image
is alone encased, and if you viii pIac,
my name upon your books as a life
partner you may count me as boil
stationery and binding"
After such extravaganza counting a,
the above, we can't see what is to pre-
vent this devoted couple from goine
through life's industrial exposition
together. Fat Contributor.