The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-12-05
BREEZY EFFUSIONS
Gathered by Thought and
Sharp Scissors.

O0o1p 0C1SoOISs
Dug Out in an Idle Hour by q
Bazoo Friend.
Hurrah fer the Puritans!
Three cheers for the Mayfower, Ply.
mouth Rock, and Thanksgiving.
We love the psst-and It's associations
are ever sacred. So when We thirk of the
struggles of our forefathers. and what g
psor way they had Of getting alsng in the
world, tears Of sympathy run down every
crease in eur shirt bosom, and ill our boots
with discomfort.
The origin of the Thanksgiving Just
passed, is beautiful to contemplate. Inag.
inc whole colony sitting On the ragged
edge OF despair" and Plymouth Rock,
with their feet hanging over its sides, look.
ing seward, and not bit to eat in the
hsuse-and when, just rs all have given
up hope, The long looked for supplies hove
in sight, and swept up to the docks just in
the nick of time to save their souls and fill
their stOmachs.
Happy Puritans! Glorious Thanksgiv-
ing!
For there are many in the present day
that look for supplies, but verify they are
still out Of meat
have anything to eat, to throw themselves
on the outside of it on the day that the
governor thinks il will DO them the most
good. And since the signal service has
been established. they can strike it 10 dot
But don't gorge yourself, or yen may have
the nightmare like ourself:
l dreamed / slept in marble halls,
With grot.sque figures round me
Fierce demons welding massive mauls,
And driving wedge through me
Great feather'd shapes, With bloody beaks,
Revenseful tapped their wings,
AM psIied my nose with angry tweaks,
And pierced with serprnt's stisgs.
A giant came in horrid shape,
With eyes that burned like Goals,
Behind him crept mammoth ape
Whe tortured human souls.
But again the scene did change
/ roamed through the deepest hell,
When q red hot mountains range
Overwhelmed me as fell.
Ohc years TtSOu u
Not q cooling draught 10 drink
Shut out from hope, in dark despair,
On horrors slippery brink.
Resembling shocks fell ON the rocks,
Which broke in crsg anG splinter;
A voice swept through the melting blocks !:
Come cut, you've paid the printer %
And when WOKE, quickly swore,
What eer may be future ills,
I'll whack right up, and pay the score,
On al my printers bills.
Yet We ought to be thankful very
thankful. And sometimes when We 90 to
bed We just feel like boiling all over with
gratitude; but unfortunately some derned
thing turns up and We forget it. We have
come to the conclusion that gratitude
ought to be practiced. like serving the
Lord, in our youth. For when fellow
gets twenty one he kaows too much, and
wont work unless he is paid for it. Bnt
here is fellow who worried down . little
thankfulness on q pinch.
spray, are you thankful" Margaret asked,
For all the blessings OF your life ?"
Said Tom: "Ah! one thing yet want
The blessings of q loving wife;
And till l find that precious gift
l cannot give thanks quite sincere"
"Ah, wicked Tom 70 the maiden sighed,
Your case is hopeless, then, fear'
"Not so ~ cried he: eff yon, nv friend,
Would only thy 10 find for me
A maiden fair, whose heart is mine,
Devoutly thankful shall be.
But she must have-well. let me think
Eyes like your own, as soft and blue,
And hair as golden, lips rs red
In short, she must resemble youw
That which you ash" she answered then,
81 really dare not undertake"
"Wha;! I" answered Tom, "have you the
heart
Thus Q poor mortal to forsake ?"
Low dropped her head before bis gaze:
"Oh, Tom ~ said she, "what shall do ?''
Said Tom: II think-indeed, I'm SURE
/ could be thankful, dear,-for your
Yes, We think he could Bat didn't he
play it fine on Margaret? Never mind.
she will get even with him one of these
dsys-he will go::with holes IN his stockings.
she will make him eat cold dinners. she
will break ali bis pipes and throw away his
tobacco, she will make him get up in the
middle of the night and rock that blessed
baby, and he will cit there in the cold,
wagging to and fro in the rocking. chair.
sweeily singing "Hush-a-bye babe" when
he is thinking "dam" all the time. Oh,
he'll catch it, that Tom will!
Well, we'll. Go il while you're young,
for when you get old the thing is impossi-
bic. Therefore:
When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green,
And every goose . swan, lad,
And every lass queen
Then fy for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away;
Young love must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown,
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down:
Creep home and Eud place there