The Arizona sentinel., 1888-03-10
PRETTY POLLY.
Wit and Wisdom of Some Remark
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 old friend; perhaps I should say a friend by inheritance, for Polly was friend of my mother s. They were exactly the same age-seUenty-th three years old. I could tell a great many things about her If I could only recall them all. Once. 1 remember when her mistress was making an addition to her house, Polly learned the iargon of the workmen, and created so much confusion by calling for ''bricks" and ~'mortar" at the wrong time that the workmen declared it equal to the building of the Tower of Babel, and re- fused 10 continue work if Polly re- mained in the house. So Polly was sent off to visit a friend living down in the town, where there was pretty young girl named Susie. Now Susie had sweetheart a young man who worked in the telegraph office. Polly soon found out the secret. and from her high perch in the window she would spy him as he turned his steps toward his lady -love's. Then Polly would scream with all her might: ''Susiei Susiei here comes the operat- 'ori''' Then Susie would run to take down her crimps or put on a fresh ribbon 10 meet her lover
 - Unfortunately for the young men of the town, there was a beer saloon near by; and Polly, having nothing to do but watch them, soon learned their names, and as they would emerge from the saloon Polly would shout. ''What a pity! what a pityl Susie, here comes Tom Smith," or Jones, as the case might be.
 Polly had not been there long, how ever, before they had the laugh turned on Susie. Susie was fond of playing on the piano; and she had cousin, a young man, who was very fond of having her play for him, and would come in at odd hours to sit with her and listen to the music. One evening when there was quite little party as- sembled in the parlor, and Susie had consented to play for them, what should Miss Polly do but climb upon 'he back of Susie's chair, and making a sound exactly like a kiss, she said: ''Susle, kiss your cousin" Of course every body laughed, and Susie's face turned red as she tried to put a stop to Polly's revelation; but Polly laughed with the rest and kept saying: Susie, kiss your cousin" That was long ago, and Susie is married now. 1 know she will laugh when she sees Ihis, for she thought no one would ever hear of it again.
 Polly since then has figured in his tory, has been written about in the papers, and has, like all noted people. Ieen sadly misrepresented In 1876. vixen Tilden and Hendricks was sup- posed to have been elected. the pa triotic little town in which Polly lived was little premature in it's demon s,ration, and had an illumination and parade in honor of the Democratic victory. Polly, as an old and respected cifizen, was invited to join in the jubilee, and not dissenting, was car ricd along in triumph through the blazing streets. Becoming excited by the noise and hurrahs about her. she herself began shouting wildly: 'Hurrah for Zachariah Taylorr' which | was the almost forgotten slogan ot her youth. g Not long after, Polly became sick; indeed her gentle mistress thought her dead. and was tearfully preparing her 1 for the grave, when Polly turned over and remarked: You had better look | out!' and Polly lived for some years to chuckle over this.
 The chronicler of Polly's death says: "When she first came into our midst she was addicted to the despicable habit Of profanity, but like most people V hen one foot is in the grave, she gave il mp. and was religiously inclined dur ing the last few years of her life" I it was because of the coming into the family of a son-in-law who was Baptist preacher; for Polly lived 10 see the baby who had disputed with Ter the affection of her mistress grow mp and wed clergyman, more than twenty years ago. Polly had there fore time to reform.
 In these days of which I have been writing, when Polly was young. a par rut, or talking bird," was rare pos session, and the country people would come miles to see and converse with