The Weekly Kansas chief. [volume] (Troy, Kan.) 1872-1918, 1878-12-12
U, JOEL WIGGINS.

FRIEND SoL-:-As an old friend, greet thee 1t
has been many day since, sitting in my chair
have chatted with the mutitudnous readers of the
ChteJ In these fast times many things can happen
in a short space. Yea, verify
], Joel Virgins, have something quite recently
OF which shall speak have the armed cohorts
of the Greenbackers, booted and spurred and buglsd
advance proudly, with banners flying, and on them
inscribed in heroic letters, the humble words I'VE
ARE THE COMING PARTY" have seen this great ar
ray scattered like mist before the morning sun, by
thin line of Democrats, or Republicans, locality.
l, Joel Virgins, have Sol. oDriscol rise high,
soar for a moment aoft, then drop He is Dead bur
led, and forgotten. Such is fame Let pray.
], Joel Virgins, have Mr.. Guthrie, defeated in
his aspirations for Congress- mad-furiousIy mad at
the whole world, and the "baance of mankind" and
damn them up hill and down HILL in bank or street,
IN parlor on cars, and everywhere and then go be-
hind the door, purse up his lips, and take snort.
j, Joel Virgins, have seen Xerk. Stout beaten for
the Legislature, and beaten badly go right off to his
field like true man that he is, and sowing
grass-wheat. May his shadow always appreciate, and
never grow less. When the Kingdom of Heaven
comes, I, Joel Virgins, would like to have seat next
to thee in the 'front.' old Xerxes reserved for all the
faithful who stick world without end
Amen.
the warm blood rushing generously through my VEINS
had forgotten that was mortal-did not dream that
had a latter end, and looked upon ghosts and COB
Inns amid grave yards nursery tales long since for
gotten. But was fearfuly reminded of my perisha-
bleness of my utter hollowness, and my Internal
sedness reading the last issue of the Bulletin. If
You have not seen a number, send for one and OBJ
carefully the contents. The first article (not
written by Guthrie, for it has not word for Sol. Mil
painters and poets, and ends about Deaths jordan
filled in and sandwiched with the trials of life hours
of adversely and minutes of calamty-to say nothing
of weeks of pain and poverty and months of delusion
and death. On the second column we have, "The
Work of Life is Short" This was evidently written
by Greenbaeker; for he speaks feelingy about
the of Others, of sympathy for weeds in other
peoples corn, of filth and parasites in other peoples
potato patches of the low price of corn of the Illinois
and Ohio husbandman, that am sure his own Is
full of weeds his potato patch is destroyed, and
he has to he either high low And, lastly,
Retrospective YiEw" entirely finishes mel Joel
Virgins
Now, friend Solomon on crossing my legs costly by
the fire. and picking up the Bulletin I, Joel Virgins.
in the prime of life-ioyous and jubant-the eye
flashed CLINT the cheek ruddy with health, the step
elastic with hope; but laying aside that paper, and
looking in the glass; beheld man. mortal, indeed
the CLINT was gone-a party ''wrinked and brown
bag of leather stood there, ready to go, but
afraid of bod snatchers l. Joel Virgins, beset to
thinking, possibly this number of the Bulletin but
the John the Baptist of extraordinary event
about to happen. Is the Bulletin about to die.
Now, thirty firstly /, Joel Virgins, cannot the
sense of filing paper with Let all learn to
be as joyous may be. If We have for grief,
hide ii, deep down. If the you love grieves
you and wounds You, and, possibly. willfully, too
Virgins stand it like man; do not let her you
weep. Life is not made up of big things-there are
small hills than big mountains in the world:
little creeks than big rivers. l. Joel Virgins,
would rather have her call me Dear Wig, how goes
ti" or do this, Mr.. Wig" and. with a sweet arch
look, call "that old rascal Wig," than have all
the wealth of Cathay. Don't whine, man-if You are
going die, die bravcy. 1t is true, times hard,
but things cheap; and l, Joel Virgins study
ing economy. commenced last night-had only bis
cult for supper but they lighter and whittier than
snow-fakes, fresh fallen in the morning. and, nearly
forgot to say, fried oysters with crisp celery-and
such coffee! made by those economical hands.
Dear SOL after eating economically of the aforesaid
repast, my chin rested heavily upon my bosom, and
slept; and during sleep, Joel Virgins, dreamed the
following conundrum and answer: Why /. Joel
Virgins like unto the trade dollar! Ans.-I was too
full for utterance. So long,
Dec. =, 1873. JOEL VIRGINS.