Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1874-05-23
TEE DIVINE AFFLATUs.


opera had upon Mrs. Darlington Ike
is not an unusual phenomenon. It is
apparent even now, in this commu-
nifty. The singing of the crusaders has
developed hot-bed growth of love for
music and poetry, and consequently
we arc suffering double infection, or
an overdose of the prevailing mania.
The following cffusion is one of the re-
suits of this alteration of intellect, the
author for Obvious reasons wishing to
remain IN cog. His lines jingle like a
bag of rusty nails, and his metre was
evidently measured with q tape-lne.
1t is entitled "Wait for the Engine, -
and adapted to popular melody:
You'll have to leave, "Old Settlers" or quit
your lazy ways,
Eating CLANS and berries, and snoring all
Your days.
For the railroad ears are coming, so all the
papers say,
And when they blow their whistle, it's time
to clear tho way.
(Choyws.)
| Wait for the engine, wait for the engine
Wait for the engine and wellall takea ride.
What happy fools we were before they first
begun this fuss.
And told us 'Squally bottom would be the
They said the cars were certain to go there
by-and-by,
And we believed the story, and bought the
whistle high.
The Olympians next poor foolish chaps. to
get the railroad tried,
And gave their, lands and money, all for a
| promised ride,
While Messrs spraguc and Goodwin talked
so very nice,
But now they wish the Cinnamon had eaten
them with Rice.
Seattle also made a bid and bravely staked a
pile,
Butere she gets the terminus they say she'll
wait awhile.
But jump aboard the cars, my boys, l think
that we can spot it,
For it was like an ignis .fot,uts, and now Taco
mas got it.
A postscript I will have to add Jay Cookies
49,. gone up the spout,
The bottom of Commencement Bay they say
has fallen out;
Tacoma was the terminus, so the Directors
stated
To prove the truth of which to us, she's gone
and terminated.
Here is another effusion going the
rounds of the press, which has been res
cued from the waste basket, simply
on account of its appropriateness to
current events. We quote but three
verses, which the reader will agree
with us, should be enough to induce
any body but finty-hearted crusa-
der to return to her domestic duties
Mother, dear mother, come home with me
now,
y The ss elGf fki in the steepe strifes ten
One hour to pray out the men.
The beds are not made the dishes unwashed,
And our hired girl, she is out too
While all the children are still undreSsed,
And sadly are crying for you.
Cho,us-Come home! come home! come home!
Please mother. dear mother, come home!
Hear the sweet voice of your child;
DO not forsakc us at home;
How can you resist? do leave off your
prayers!
Please, mother, we need you at home
Mother, dear mother, como homo with me
The clock in the steeple strikes 'levcn;
For all the duties that you neglect
You'll answer to Father i'm Heaven,
Our fire is low, and pa will soon come,
And dinner cannot complete;
While weary and worn with five hours
work,
He'll look for something to eat.
Mother, dear mother. come home with me
now,
The clock in the steeple strikes twelve;
Tho dinners not ready, and pa has come,
With the food lying cold OH the shelf
He seemed so sad; and spoke with Sigh,
AS he was asking for you;
And Benny he kissed, with q tear in his eve;
Please mother! dear mother! twon't do.
To close with something pretty as
well as poetical, we quote the follow
ing gem from an exchange. The pa
thos manifested in every line is truly
touching:
There was young man in Chicago,
And he said, MAY l to your pa 70,
And ask for your hand
And your houses and lands?"
This timid young man of Chicago.
There was young girl in Chicago,
Who said, eff you don't let my paw go,
Your eyes will scratch
And your hair will snatch,
And swiftly I'll mako every claw go!'
STIKENE.-A dispatch received here
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