Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1888-02-23

The supper and entertainment given by the
ladies at the Rink on Tuesday evening proved
to be more of a success than the most san
guine had looked for. The large hall was
filed with we'll satisfied audience, which had
partaken of q most excellent supper and
RECALLED themselves with delicious ice
cream. After which all were in excellent
trim for the farce and recitations. The young
people taking part in these exercises cannot
be too highly praised for the manner in
which they conducted themselves. ''The
Garroters" brought down the house, in fact a
50c show was given for 10c The fish pond
gave amusement to many, and the fancy ar
ticle booth was fortunate enough to dispose
of all articles on exhibition, some of which
were exceedingly pretty. The effort will net
the ladies in the neighborhood of $115. The
following original poem, by Mrs. Nathan
Palmer, was read by Miss Addie Choat:
| ... THE BACHELOR.
Once upon a time In q lonely old cot,
Lived bachelor who wife had not;
He cooked his own meals I'd like to know how,
dingy frown sat on his old gray brow.
One night when all through with his sweet repast,
He called on morpheus to take him to rest,
He was reused in his dreams by noisome ''woo"
| Twas an old owl screeching "who, who?
Hi nerves all unstrung sleep deserted his eyes,
He could not control them, great was his surprise
"Who, who'2 tho not pleasant sounded in his ears
What to do he knew not to make quiet his fears!
The dog, too, was reused and commenced to bark,
The cat In the corner, leaped out in the dark,
Oh, all was confusion, tho nobody round,
Save bachelor, dog, and cat that he found
But still the owl sat in the old oak tree,
With "whor in his mouth which one plainly nigh
see,
AS II much of sympathy he'd saved in store
For the bachelor who stood in the old open door!
"Who, whon said the owl, who cooks your sweet
cakes,
Who scrubs up your hoor and your bed nicely makes
Who brings you cordial to slacken your dry thirst
Or drive back the tears that are ready to burst?-
Why, I've nest of little ones in this old oak tree
And a wife as pretty as wife can be!
She makes up our bed and keeps our home clean,
For one to be ugly would be rascaly mean.
My children are little, lust covered wi th down,
But rrettier than any you'll fndin town;
They twitter and sing, and make JOY for me,
While you've no one to sing or sit on your knee.
Nothing loving and lovely around your old cot,
No sweet smelling flowers or forget-me.not
While I've nice home in this old oak tree,
And flowers abundant that blossom for me-
You've no one to meet You when you've worked
all day,
You've no one to kiss you when you've been far
away,
While my wife and little ones can hardly await
My coming, when they hear me pass the hand gate;
Nowife with needle your trousers to mend,
Or when you are sick, the doctor for to send,
Nothing wrought by the hand ofa dear ''helpmeet,'
Nothing good in the house Of which You might eat.
Poor man he may labor and struggle and toll,
And wear out his life in tillng the soil,
No hope In the future, of meeting above,
His kindred or dear ones, for he's to 10 We I
Yes, pity the bachelor, pity the man.
Who has no companion to aid him to plan,
The best way Of life, the best way to live,
Eeach other to love, each other forgive.