The Osceola times., 1883-06-02

what's going TO take the cake from this
time on. Something like
Don't forget the garden hose,
Wipe the dsri 3 bahy's nose;
Put the looking-glass and tooth brush safe away
HIM 10 Lnlus other hustle,
Come now girls, get up and hustle,
We are movng-its the merry month OF May.
"My poetry is about the springtime
too" said the young lady, 'but it is diff
ferent from that"
"How does ii goY'
The poet produced u roll ofmanuscript
and read as follows:
sat beside the strcamet.
watched the water how,
As we together watched IL
One little year ago
ss The SOFT rain patrrcd on the leaves,
The April grass was wet,
An folly to remember;
IT'S wiser to forget
The nightingale made vocal
Junc's palace paved wit. gold;
watched the rose you gave me
Its warm nd heart unfold;
hut breath OF rose and birds song
Were iranght with wild regret
lis madness To remember.
'rwere wisdom 10 forget
The streamlet now Is frozen,
The nighungalos are fled,
The cornhelds arr deserted,
And every rose II dead
sit beside my lonely fire,
Ana pray to- wisdom yet
For calmness 10 remember,
or courage TO forget
"Iou must have written that in a
Virgins year." said the horse reporter.
"Iou've got some daisy kinds of weather
strung along through that little epic.n
"But don't see"
"Of course you don't" said the friend
of Rarus. There are none so blind as
those who won't quit writing poetry. But
I'll show YOU. Now in the first stanza Of
your poem il tells about your sitting by
the creek where YOU and whatever his
name is sat 'one little year ago'-al-
though where there is any difference in
the size Of years | have never been able
to discover. Then il says that the sof(
rain battered on the leaves, and the
April grass was wet, doesn't it2"
Yes, sir" replied the poet.
al hope YOU had your gum shoes
along, sis, because there is nothing sad.
der than lovely woman with a cold in
her head. When catarrh comes in Mt the
window. love flies out at the door. And.
then amer fixing the date ofyour aqueous
excursion TO the scene of former reveries
as being in April, YOU 90 on and tell
ghost story about the nightingale max
inc vocal Junc's palace paved with love.
Now, don't know anything about
June's palace, or what il is paved with,
but when you set 10 pjchtincales | am
in the front row. This is a Chicago poem.
and ought therefore to have some kind
oftopcgraphical harmony about il. We
might overlook the sitting by the stream
let part. on the ground that YOU had the
catarrh and couldn't smell the only
stream in this vicinity. Poetic license
would cover that, but the nightingale
racket won't work. And then in the last
verse YOU Just beat the record by sayins
that the strcamlet now is frrzen, the
nightingilcs are lied, the oornfields are
deserted, and every rose is dead
don't see any reason to doubt the alb
sconding of the nightincalcs, if they
heard the first two stanEas Of the poem.
nor is the desertion Of the oornfields a
matter Of surprise. because in this coun-
try we don't plant corn until Nav, and
any excursion through oornhelds in
April would necessarily be iinged with
fruiilessness. But the frozen stroanlet
will never do. Chicsgo is a great winter
resort, but il you and the victim Of the
poem could pur arc0nd each other in
April Of one year ON the hanks of creek
II ,cesnt stand ~ rsason that in the
SscN-dinr Arrii there would be skating
does il now
We'll, really. sir. ! thought that was a
good poem. Mamma thought SO. too
Your mother is doubtless an estima.
hle person" said the horse reporter. "hu,
ss rule the Judgment OF the gentle sex
is NOR valuable in connection with how
- compound handohne. or the most al
proved method Of doing u2 back hair s.
as to make i look like their own. than
when matters Of a purely literary char.
acier are under consideration"
Then voa can't print my verScs@s'' said
the vounc iaiy. # INHa .
',oh, YES. they win be printed.'
Thanks VIII il be sure 70 so in il
you say 50 -
Yes" G.a
"Well. diduf know. You SEEN rather
Young 10 have saela ncsponsihle posi-
ton.
"You remember what Socrates Said.n
replied the horse reporter; "'loung men