Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-08-19
Nnmaruas Repastment.
A ROUGH TRANSLATION.

A young lady moving in the most exalted
social circles of Galveston, after much toll
and practice at the piano, learned to play
with considerable dexterity piece entitled
"Picnic Polka" 1t is something after the
style of the celebrated Battle of Prague"
in which the listener can readily distinguish
the roar of artillery, the rattle of musketry,
the shouts of the soldiers and the groans of
the dying. In the Picnic Polka" the noise
of the wind among the trees and the joyous
carols of the birds are reproduced, the finale
being thunder shower which disturbs the
the sylvan jewellers. 1t happens that coun-
try cousin is in town just now, and the young
lady thought she would play the piece to him
and hear his comment He is a plain, SIM
pie minded youth, and, although not very
bright, is very appreciative She told him
what the piece was, and then proceeded to
give him the Picnic Polka" The first notes
are rather slow and hesitating, the idea
sought to be conveyed being the solemn soil
tude of the forest, through which the gentle
zephyr (not heifer) sighs. After she got
through with this preface she asked him if
he did not almost imagine himself in lodge
in some vast wilderness. He replied that
he thought all that slowness meant the delay
in getting off, Said he: "There is always
some darned fellow who oversleeps himself
and keeps everybody else waiting"
She did not care to discuss the point with
the ignorant fellow, so, to conceal her emo
tons, she once more let herself out on the
piano. The woods were filled with music.
The mocking bird whistled as if his throat
would split, the cuckoo filled the sylvan bow
ers with his repeated cry, while ever and anon
the mournful cooling of the dove interrupted
the matin song of the lark. ~.
"There, now, 1 guess you know what that
sounds like" she said, as she paused.
"You mean that 'tootle, tootle, tootle, chug,
chug, chug? You just bet / understand
that. Many is the time at q picnic I've
heard if from the mouth Of demIehn or the
bunghole of beer keg."
Her first impulse was to hurl the piano
-stasl~at him, but it passed of, and once more
she went at the piano as if it was the young
mans head and was insured for double its
value. The thunder growled. the lightning
flashed (from her eyes), and the first heavy
drops are heard upon the leaves. She banged
and mauled the keys at fearful rate; peal
after peal of deafenng thunder perturbed the
atmosphere and re.echoed in still louder re-
verberations until it wound up in one appall"
ing clap as grand .6nale. Then, turning
to the awe,struck youth, she said:
81 suppose you have heard something like
that before?
"Yes; that's what the fellow with linen
pants said when he sat down on the custard
pie"
The audience found himself alone, but he
picked up his hat and sauntered out into the
street, densely unconscious that he had said
anything out of the way.-Galuesto" Ne'os.
WILL You TAKE SHEEP "A valued
friend and an old farmer, about the time
that the temperance reform was beginning
to exert healthful influence in the country,
said to his newly hired man:
Jonathan, did not think to mention to
you, when l hired you, that think of trying
to do my work this year without rum. How
much more must give you to do Without
"O," said Jonathan, 81 don't care much
about it; you may give me what you please y
WELL" said the farmer, 81 will give you
sheep in the Fall, if you will do without"
agreed" said Jonathan.
The eldest son then said:
Father, will you give me sheep if will
do without rum?"
Eyes, Marshall, you shall have sheep if
you will do without"
The youngest son, a STRIPPING, then said
"Father, will you give me sheep If will
do without?"
eyes, Chandler, you shall have sheep
also, if you will do without"
Presently Chandler spoke again:
"Father, hadn't you better take sheep,
too?"