The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-04-27

ZONES the primrose and the Cr0cuS
On the meadow and the hill,
Whyfore buds the hamamellis
Whyfore twining UP the trellis
Whyfore from the painted lattice
Does the columbne peep at us2
II you'll answer this. III fill
Yon with ardent spirits gratis.
In this world of mirth and music, pork poinposity
There is absolutely nothing human beings can explain
Here leave the realms of reason, disappointed as
And return unto my subject, the Wisconsin girl and
Sam.
Oh the they loved each other it is vain to try to
tell
Why, they sickened all the boarders of secondc class
hotel
This of course used up the landlord, who collapsed
for want of custom.
He off and left the merchants he owing, and
it bust EN-.
Then the heavy business houses went tumbling into
wrecks
And the banks began suspending and a-certifying
checks.
o such frantic furious loving, rabid restless. reck
less. rash;
Why the people couldn't stand it and the city went to
smash
All the citizens protested and the subjects of our
stanzas
Fshea their trunks out of the window and en- routed
them for Kansas.
Pyrotechuie exhibitions Of affection ought to erieve-
But thee made the world circus ever since the days
big mistake.
For ferruginous remarks are just the kind never
And the honest way tell it. believe that you be-
lieve it,
At this point end my story: by the way that you
ceive 1T,
t y
Where the hlueeyed zephyrs faint and the blueeyed
Snore,
On bluff beside the billows-on a bold, projecting
bluff
Stands large and stately building that is made of
And around it the meadows, and the orchards.
and the fields
High-priced cattle lowing gently while the modest
And around leaves of autumn promenade with reck
less rustic
And around it Kansas zephyrs play with customary
Do you ask me who resides here-I must say in
fearful tones
That said building is infested by a bachelor called
Jones'"
On the shores Of Yellow Paint where the pillows
Where unhappy zephyrs plant DER the graveyard and
the grave,
sunbeams through.
And the marble bids adieu to the beautiful and
brave,
Stands splendid mausoleum, and the interesting
annals
H the owner are presented in extenso on the panels
And the tomb is minarstted with white Carrara
shaft,
That is longer than the oar-pole Of Mississippi
raft.
Should you ask what proud being underneath this
marble lies
Should you ask whose loving fingers caused these
Should you ask whose loud virtues ON the marble
set down,
Having given perusal, should say his name was
Brown you see very wealthy and they built this
to attract
cracked.
On themassve marble panels there are finely written
Many schedules of the virtues and nobiltiss of
Many virtues great and rare but cannot help from
They omitted Browns best virtues-lega lawful
thrifty stealing
Now think hear you tell me. in the most emphatic
tones
''Ten your story-blast your Paint Creek!-We don't
care for Brown Jones'"
decline to be chopped off, strand besides this slight
Has been told by way of kindness, to correct false
impression.
might happen in the future that you'd visit Yellow
Where the pillows wildly roar where the saucy sea-
And the womenioudly whether they're asleep or
And beholding Joness 'layout" you would instantly
declare
My romantic hoop pole lover was a-ivng over there
Then you'd pass along in silence and your heart grow
oold and sad
And you take dose of ruin if the critter could be
had,
And you'd talk of doashless love and devotion deep
An atonce you'd Browns marble mid the cypress
and the yew-
Tomb of him DER whose bright virtues inscription
While the column filings outlines through the mesh
work of the leaves
And you'd say: See there! that column, it must
certainly belong
To the wild Wisconsin rnaiden-she who loved deep
and strong"
And you'd go and tell the story to the first you
would see
Tell how wildly strong their love was-ten how Sam
Produced irst,class panic and demorazed town
You'd say; There sleeps her potash" d turn
But you wouldn't be correct, for long haired.
frontier mammoth
Wed Che girl and started Westward and they're living
Four large boys get daily aouncings from the tough
maternal withe,
And woman runs that outfit by the novel name Of
3u ythe.
Sam is 'koeping saloon up in Canada Toronto,
And hedrnks his ardent spirits just like you do when
you want to;
Naught he oareth for the maiden whether she's exant
not.
For she long has been forgotten just Sam has been
forgot.
From the shores Of Yellow Paint where the pillows
loudly roar.
From that adafnantine shore
Where the blue-eyed zephyrs faint,
And the women loudly snore whether they're asleep
amt
Comes the burden of my song.
When you love girl you ourght
Not TO make ID sweet and shorty
Love her light brt love her long;
IL you love hcr wild and strong
Yeu VIII soon be better taught-she will leave you
with n thought.
Would you like a maidens love
Love her light but love her long.
I'm opposed TO meralizing In solemn spot like
this,
Hnf L. ina man AinE ronafrncted FOR a heavy