Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1879-02-21
MINOR NOTES
BY PAUL II. IIAINE

Katie, little Katie, kiss me!
Katie. do
Katie, Katie. pretty Katie.
| Prettisr far than Jane or Lu,
Madse or Margaret, Maud or Prus;
Graceful sssome spring born fairy,
Tunetul as your pet canary
Katie, pretty Katie, kiss me
Katie, do.
Katie, sly, deceptive Katie,
If you fy me III pursue.
What though eorns or g,ut should rue
| Ihen II i can overmatch you,
| Running fast can clasp and catch you,
Captured Katie, won't you kiss me
Katie, do
Katie. mute. day-dreaming Katie.
| II / tell your thoughts to you,
Guess your dreams and make them true,
Won't you cease your coy defiance,
Vanquished by such wondrcus science
Won't you kiss me, hattie, CARING
| Katie do!
| Katie, clptious little Katie,
| Why that quickly tapping shoe.
| Ready shrug, and scornful mouE
| Can II be you mean to scout me-
| Just because I'm srayish fout mes
| Are you muttering-"kiss HIM! Aeutr.
No, / e1nt and no. uost'"
o, you petulant, change.ul Katie,
Katie, don't!
Bob Ingersoll laid up no treasures in heav
en-, but he made $4,000 by lecturing las
year, which is more Immediately available
[Materialistic Ex.
'The Lord loveth cheerful giver" bu
there's no use chucking a copper cent int
the contribution box loud enough to maxi
the folks on the back seat think the commu
Mon service has tumbled off the altar. - Ar
gonaut.
Next time you hear OF man one hundred
and twenty years old, Just set it down thai
they may have lived seventy-five or eighty
years themselves, and some cheap man has
put in the balance of the time for them.
| Detroit Free Press.
Miss Minnie Hauk, the prima donna, is en-
gagged to Ernst Wartig. When she com
mences to warble he says ''Hauk, heal
an angel sing" To which she replies "Oh
you are not in Ernst. - Rome Sentinel.
| Ny kingdom for a hoss,
And cutter painted blue
With a little narrow seat
Just big enough for two.
Bridgeport Standard: If your icy side
walk attempts to haul down an American
citizen, ash 1t on the spot.
Burlington Hnekeye: Probably the hap
piest combination in ali this wide world dur
| ing these merry winter days, is half minoe
pie with boy around it.
country editor in Michigan thus bids
farewell to his readers, his paper having eX.
pired "Good-by. Toll the bell gently.
This is our last kick. Handle US with care.
Lower US gently to rest. We die natural
death. The wolf is at our door. Bury us
under rosebush. Listen to the mocking
bird"
The polite man CT the age has been found
at New Orleans. He dropped into a cigar
store, bought two for q quarter and took a
seat. Before lighting his cigar he turned to
the gentleman behind the counter. saying :;
'If you do not object to the smell of tobacco
l will smoke one of my cigars now"
Mr.. Cranky Bill, late an inmate of the
Chicago Jail. has established a weekly paper
devoted to the interests OF down-trod1en
humanity and the sporting classes" and
called the 7hunderbOH. To raise the money.
he sold his body in advance to class of
medical students for $50. one clause in the
contract reading as follows "And.to the
end that the parties of the first part may
have a reasonable assurance of a speedy re-
turn from the investment by them made, it
Is agreed by the party of the second part
he shall conduct the said journal known as
the UmderbOt in such q manner. by assaults
upon desperate characters or sucn other
methods as may recommend themselves to
his judgment, as to make it probable that he
will be assassinated or killed within a reason
able space of time.
Gayly he glided down the street,
Gayly he e!eyattd his pondrous feet
OuH banana never sid on before,
When all once his brain did wbirl.
He sat down in fl ont of his Sunday girl.
And exclaimed, I'm Gay ly the Troubadour.'
gentleman, having occasion TO praise a
kind hearted Irishwoman for her goodness
said to her well, well, Kate, if there is
heaven in the next world you will get TO it.
As tpht tprV fla Will
all the heartiness of the race God bless
ye, Mr.. P, an sure if do I'll lave the
gate open for you. - dorchester Democrat.
Hon. Goodenoueh Hayter. an English
squire, died the other day at an advanced
age. DR.. johnson would have loved him had
ne lived n little earler.-[ [Sommerville Jour-
nal.
Brick Pomeroy still wandeR sadly and
drearily around tho country lecturing on
''greenbacks" And DR.. Schliemann Keeps
on e1cavating ancient Troy Brick has the
mole antiquated subject. but the Doctor
seems to dig up the most things.
They are actually coming money ut the
New Orleans mint-for the first time since
the dark days of 1860. For some time past
they have coined nothing but lies.
When once distinguished Englishman
came to Boston and was spending an evening
with Theodore Parker. the latter good-hu-
moredly inquired of his guest what houses
he had been to and what people he had seen.
Have you seen Mr.. George TicknOr 2 he
asked. The gentleman shook his head
why. don't you know" said Mr.. Parker,
THAT this place is sometimes called Ticknor-
vile? For literary gentleman to come to
Boston and not see Mr.. Ticknor would be
like going to hell and not seeing the devil.
Mr.. Parker told me this story, and the pro-
family (if it is proiane) is his, not mine.
Boston Cor. of N. Y. Herald.
A country doctor announces that he has
changed his residence to the neighborhood
Of the churchyard, which he hopes may
prove q convenience to his numerous pa
tients.
A Kentuck paper says, Every honest
kentuckian will blush when he reads that
two Harrison county men stood up the other
day and fired ten shots at each other without
any perceptible effect"
Mr.. Sarvis went into barber shop to get
shaved last week When his turn came he
stretched himself out in the chair, and told
the artist what he was to do. Mr.. Sarvis was |
surprised at him, for he asked |
not u single question, and was very short i'll |
his answers when interrogated on the state OF |
the weather. the political outlook, etc. While |
being shaved he carefully remarked to the |
artist 'Do you think my hair needs cut |
tingf The barber ran his fingers through |
the h;rsute. and replied, mo not for
month yet. Mr.. Sarvis was astonished at |
his honesty. do you think | need Il sham
poor NO. sir your head is quite clean
Have you preparation you can recommend |
for the preservation OF the hair" asked Mr.. |
Snrvlg tsNnu mead potbipn nf fha hind |
sir r. "But my son does" Tell him to use
CASTLE soap and bot water all these prepa-
rations are frauds" Can you tell me how |
may get rid of these pimples ?" Yes. sir.
How" $50 to some good physician and
get prescription "Will you let me have
a brush with metallic bristles ?" Never keep
hem they do more harm than good" Then
MIR. Sarvis told him he was possessed of the
KIND of honesty which sends people to the
poorhouse, and walked out more astonished
han if he had Just put his hand on "A red-hot
stove under the impression that it was his
umbrella. Washington Post.
A French way of complimenting the old
ady: "Ah. madame. you grow every day
o look more like your daughter"
A young woman in this town has painted
he picture OF dog and tree so liie-llke
that person cant distinguish the bark of
he dog from the bark of the tree. White
lall Times.
WINTER LAr.
How sweet to watch the smoke from chimney rise.
And slowly curl above the lrsaesstrees
ike some fair spirit seek Ing heavens skies.
Yet 10th to leave earuis scenes and symphonies
How sweet
But In the stove below, burnt are the pies,
And the gentle cook is red In the face, tuning
around and boxing children generally.
-IOuisttfis COuT tsT- -J0uT nal.