The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1882-12-01
SOCIAL AND LITERARY.

HIGH SCHOOL LITERARY SOCIETY.
The interest in this lively society
was undated last Friday evening.
The programme was varied and inter-
esting. Eva Sawyer read 1.-THE Pump
kim" Percy Harris read in good style
from Mark Twain's -'Gilded Age";
Anna Pickell followed with an essay
called Thanksgiving" Anna is All
excellent writer, and this essay was
unusually good and appropriate.
Prof. Robbins next addressed the So
ciety, and gave the young folks some
first-class advice. The paper, called
this week the Rising Star. was edited
by Kate Pickell and Eugene Talcott,
and pleased the society greatly. The
debate between Ralph Mcdowell and
Will Root was warm and close, and
the judges found it difficult to decide.
They finally concluded that Ralph had
the best oft. Tillia Ashford was pre-
vailed upon to recite "The Love Sto-
ry." The critics then reported, and
after the '.jaw-breaking" business was
disposed Of, the society adjourned.
SOCIAL CHAT.
What has become Of the dramatic
club?
Read what !'the owner Of that dorg"
says.
The "dutchman" in the Spy Of At
lanta is lawfully funny"
We go to press too early to report
the Thanksgiving festival.
An exchange says that when
couple of young people waltz MI the
time at a ball and don't want any
quadrilles, they won't stop until some
furniture man is made happy.
The Shakespeare Club finished
"King Lear" at their last meeting.
Mr.. Whitaker and Miss Gay as Lear
and Cordelia, respectfully, took the
parts well. Hamlet" is the next
study, the principal characters being
taken as follows: Hamlet, A. c.
Scott; Queen, Miss Trego; Ophelia,
Miss Ida Jones; Ghost and Polonius,
r. b. Whitaker; Laertes, Chas. f.
Scott.
The Kickapoos had red hot discus
sion of the tariff last Friday night,
Gordon, Richards, Whitaker and Be-
gle advocating free trade. the remain
der of the society defending protection.
KISSING THE BABY.
Of all the trials that lone, unpro-
tected young man has to go through,
the one that harrOws up his soul the
deepest, and puts his Christian charity
to its severest test, is to be called upon
to kiss new baby. In the first place
you generally run on to it in a crowd
Of women who know just how il ought
to be done-just how to get at a baby,
so to speak. They have already kiss
ed the sap out of it several times over,
aud by the time you strike the scene
it is even unnaturally limp and unre-
sponsive. OF course the fond mother
leads you to the point by requiring
you to gush over the youngster gener-
ally and i'm detail. 'Oh! isn't it too
sweet to live? 2" Unfortunately not,
you are tempted to observe. "Did you
ever see such eyes ?" No, you never
did. And you never saw such nose,
or such mouth, or such an entire ia
cial make up, for that matter. But you
assent to all this with tOlerable COM
posture, albeit with a protesting con-
science; for, to save your life, you can't
see anything to admire in the sputter-
ing little bundle of possibilities. But
all this is only preparative. "Ah, it
wants to be kissed!" There is pecu-
liar sidewlse, downward inclination Of
the maternal head at this remark, and
a peculiarly melting, mellow, all-gone
intOnation OH that "Ah" that pre-
cludes any possibility of refusal. In
vain yon insist that the young one is
up that face because it wants
its dinner; in vain you urge the i'm
of the young lady acquiring
bad habits 50 early in life; in vain you
profess your entire ignorance of the
first principles of the art of kissing,
and protest that it is hard enough for
you to kiss your girl, out of common
under the friendly cover Of
and that too, when she is
willing and anxious, and will come
half way or more, and furnish the
greater part of the cheek herself, let
alone mounting over tiabby and I'M
infant, before a cold and
critical crowd of women who have
been in the kissing business all their
lives. We say it is all in vain. The ex-
preston on the youngsters face grows
more and more ominOus, and it
is plainly evident that it
wants something, and wants
it bad. The end of it all is
that you get down on your knees,
steady your nerves, take aim, shut
your eyes, hold down your dinner, and
kiss that pulling infant. The next in
slant just as you expected it breaks in
to a terrific yell, and you feel like an
inexpressible idiot. The maternal
cooling sets IN at once, the visiting
mothers take up the refrain, and you
find yourself the victim of q regular