St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-09-02

as dentists, but neither could start the Of
Tending grinder. But not discouraged
he, like the old lark in the fable, took the
matter into his own hands, attached
piece of Irvine to the tooth, gave one
mighty pull, and held both tooth and
quarter I'm his hand, He had earned the
money for his afternoons enjoyment.
REDUCED RISKS.
Babyhood.
! asked boy one day, just as the 3;,. hens rs
roost on one Lego" II s'pose cause
they have one more chance not to be
stolen," he said, profoundly.
A WIT IN THE BUD.
Boston journal.
A small boy SOjOurning on the coast
of Maine sent the following clipping to
his father in Boston:
EXaminer-What would you do in the
case of a man with clammy sweats?
Budding Sawbones-Advise him to
give up CLANS.
The boy appended the following:
''Dear papa, l thought you would APP
preciate the above, as you are having
the sweat and l am having the clans
-
Little Girl-Mamma, want you to do
| me favor.
Mother-What is it, Fanny?
Little Girl want you to make me
present of nice new baby brother,
but papa isn't to know anything about
it until he sees it.
*%
Bessie is the one little tot in an other
wise grown-up family, and consequently
a great pet and accustomed to much at
tnntinn HQr nlHnct ciCfQr MarUQrpt
was about to be married, and the fam
lily were all occupied in preparations for
the wedding. Bessie came one day
bearing tenderly in her arms naked and
forlOrn-looking rag doll and asked her
sister to dress it for her. go away,
Bessie" said her mother, Margaret is
busy. Besides she is going to be mar
ried and go away; so she cannot dress
any more dolls for you" The evening
OF the marriage arrived and Bessie was
seated in the front pew at church with
her parents. Presently the min
lister asked if any one in
the church had cause to forbid the
marriage. To the utter cOnster-
nation of all the people, Bessie got up
on the seat, raised herself to the dignity
of her full height, and said distinctly:
''Me does. Tause me wants Marget to
tay at home and dweSS my dolly" Then
she gravely sat down and the ceremOn-
les proceeded amid the smiles of the
bridal party and guests. A day or two
after the wedding Bessie received by
express from her brother most beautl-
full doll. and with it came most elab-
crate wardrobe.
A gown Of white satin. scarf Of soft lace,
Eyes purple as pansies, rose tinted face.
An arm carved from marble, and cleft with
kiss
That left soft dimple-like this-and like
this;
Lips smiling while Gliding, yet trembling as
A voice low and clear as sweet-toned bell,
A throat made tor kissing-as 1 used to
know
As cool and as white as the sun-chasened
snow.
Feet made just for waltzing-for flirting, the
AS we circled and swayed with the music's
whirl;
form that just fitted the curve of my arm,
A breath sweet as daisies-well, where was
the harmY
What's that hat you are saying' Who was it'
Well, no. If you tell-its as much as my
Would be worth. Why, she was little
grisette,
That thought I'd forgotten-and vet
Ella Higginson.
/ take up a little cambria dress
Trimm'd with ruffles and edg'd with lace,
And dainty cap with cobweb friil.
But where is the baby face?
And here is pretty petticoat.
Embroidered flannel, scarcely worn,
And blue worsted sacque that Aunty knit,
But where has my baby gone?
There's big, rough boy in corduroy pants,
With blue eyes, all ready to wink,
And patch of dirt on his dimpled cheek,
A study i'll India ink.
His strong young arms are around my neck,
He kisses mamma with will,
And lay down my dainty things and smile,
For he is my baby still.
Marie L. Rittar.