The Delaware farmer., 1883-10-05
ENarNrERs MAK1nfa 1ovE.

>, You might see her blushin' she knew il
Bill.
s "Tu-die Toot-ee Tu-die Tuw
n Six-ive a. m. there's local comes
Makes up at Bristol, runnin' east;
an the way her whistle sings an huns
Y Is a livin' caution to man an beast.
Everyone knows who Jack White calls
Little Lou Woodbury. down by the falls;
Summer or winter, always the same,
See hears her lover callin her name
'Lou-ie Louie Lou-iee p
At six ifty-eight you can hear Twenty-one
Go thunderin' west, an of all the screams
That ever startled the risin' sun,
Jehu Davis sends into your dreams.
But don't mind it; it makes me grin
For Just down here where the creek let's in
His wife, Jerusha, can hear him call,
Loud as throat Of brass can bawl-
'Jeee-rOo-shee Je-hoo!"
But at one Fifty-one old Sixty-four-
Boston express runs east clear through
browns her rattle and rumble and roar
With the softest whistle that ever blew.
An away on the furthest edge of the town,
Sweet Sue Winthorp's eyes of brown,
Shine like the starlight bright an clear
When she hears the whistle of Abel Gear
''You-ou-ou, Su-u-u-u-e y
Along at midnight freight comes in,
Leaves Berlin some time-I don't know
when
But it rumbles along with fearful din,
Till it reaches the Y-switch there and then
The clearest notes of the softest bell
That out of a brazen goblet fell
Wake Nellie Minton out of her dreams
To her like a wedding bell it seems
''Nell, Nell, Nell Nell, Nell, Nenw
An somewhere late in the afternoon,
You'll see Thirty-seven go streallin' west;
It's local, from Hartford; same old tune
New set for the girl that loves him best.
Tom Wilson rides on the right hand side,
Givin' her steam at every stride;
An he touches the whistle low an clear,
For Lulu Gray, on the hill, to hear
'Lu-lu Loo-loo -
20 it goes on all day an all night,
I'LL the old folks have voted the thing bore;
Did maids and bachelors say it amt right
For folks to do courtin' with such a roar.
But the engineers their kisses will blow
From whistle valve to the girls they know, |
An the stokers the name of their sweet
hearts tell
With the Belle Nell Dell of the swaying (
bell ROBERT J. BURDETTE. I
THE ENvIOUs MANS REVENGE. {
Abraham and Joshua had been invited s
} a splendid dinner.
1t was impossible for Joshua not to q
lake capital out of such an opportunity; a
ccordingly he managed to slip a silver
Doon into his boot.
Abraham was green with envy at
Oshua's success, for he had not even
anipulated a saltspoon.
But an idea struck him.
"My frents," he cried, 81 will show c
0u some dricks." y
Taking up a spoon he said, "You zee
9es spoon?-Vell, it ees gone!' he t
led, passing it up his sleeve. "You d
Il find it in Joshua's bood." /
1t was found-Life. 8
SHE WAS UNLIKE ANY OTHER WOMAN. j..
"There goes nice lady"
Yes, she seems to be so modest and .
net" il
"She is that; and she's just the kind 81
/ like to have for a wife. h
"How's that?"
"Why, they say she goes to bed regu- W
: at nine o'clock every night and 6.
seps until her husband gets home" dc
is it possible? ? Why, that's remark g. 6;
le. She's unlike any other woman I
er knew or heard of. "
"Oh, I don't know-you see she sleeps !,
fore he gets home so that she \, \,
l lecture him the balance of the night ~
Ky. State Journal.
WANTED CANNON. % %
During the Indian war of 1882 Cen 63
j Sherman paid a visit to Camp
ache, in Arizona. While there a huge AZ,
Skin, who was captain of the scouts.
lowed the general wherever he went.
! repeatedly begged as a present one Co Co
the small cannons standing on the j
'ade ground. Finally the general i'm ual "a
iently turned to the Indian, exclaim- /
T.:
What do you want of the cannon, T
way? Do you want to kill my SOL S..
rs with it?" S..
No, " replied the Indian, in his gut Sc.
ii voice; "want to kill cowboys with to
Kill soldiers with club" Ss5
'rontiersmen will be quick to find the v