The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1888-06-30
A Letter About Our Boys.

EpJTOE ISTELLIGENCER:-I believe that.
PROPERLY, the first thing | must do is to in
troduce myself. People have curious ideas
uboui these ..introductions." nm we'll Nc
uuainted though wIth some" young folks
who never walt for IN introduction to each
other, but after getting up what the girls call
"a serious case," then they begin TO wonder
If they had an introduction to each other,
But my ideas upon this subject are different.
Nv nIme, well that's II secret; but you know
me, | am a young (O maiden who has seen
The SHOWS of only forty-elght winters, but
who is yet quite gay and attractive. want
To tell YOU something about some of Lexing-
tons buys-some of whom | fear are madIy
in love; right over high standing collars,
ears and head in love, and just now they
fully realize the words OF that great poet,
LOngfeIlOw-
Into each life some ram must fall,
Some days be dark and dreary."
Listen, III tell YOU the secret. In that
beautiful month when the roses and the june
bugs are in full bloom, ''Our boys with the
martyrs air OF resignation, watch, from the
corner of The next block their ideal Of woman.
hood take her departure from our beloved
city of sch pOIs and churches. For ten long
months they Uhe boy>) have stood (iLe the
urchin who gazeS wishlu'ly through the con-
icctiOuer's window at u lemon pie), with
aching hearts and quivering chins, hungerIng
for Il wee bit of 'chin-nusic' with the fair
creatures. Is this not a just cause for these
haggard countcnances, sunken eyes, red
noses and ireCkled faces? No mind can con-
/ liz - ,I, ..nt.l tI.t ..thoa,yy 49,. m
upon To endure, and when | put the red paint
upon this picture YOU will need no stump ora
tor 10 convince You that there IL such u thing
as IA Giving DEATH" Aud now for my pieture:
I'll first paint you a blue" sky with u moon
: ming brightly over the picture. Aud next
III paint you a picture of "our boys" with
the Commercial Hotel for a background
The time Is 1915 all sound asleep! Not 9
sound save the sigh of the June bug, or the
wall of the katydid, or the grunt of one Of
LeXingtOn's street cleaners. Here they sit,
just one day after the girls have soue,and tn,
sipkest looking set that the moon ever shont
upon. The first one TO the right il Mr., vii
Quarles, who claims that he "aares nothing
for the girl" but that sweet smile tells tina
he is dreaming OF the black haired besut,
who talked his arm oil the evening prior L
this. Next to him sits Ed. YIngling, who Il
faring better than The cihe. boys, because b,
goes to "kansaS" every alternate Sunday
jesse Crenshaw looks to be proof against tn,
q arts OF the fair SEX, but he Is mourning will
the rest of lsracl's camp. His brother Ton
l ME is the picture of despair, lie would
make an excellent subject for some new
patent medicine man TO work upon. viii
Ieiler has Just come back from a visit I,
Butler. Kansas. Grocery clerks need NOR,
recreation than anYD0dy-so Will thinks
Hence these frequent trips. VIII Stewart
poor boy. is sitting there in n "Brown" stud
dreaming of f pretty girls and chew
ing gum. lie began mourning Tor her II
y MAY" Sam Hays is such q nice boy; h
always reminds me of a beSu that I had once
" but he wore false icetn and WAS u linimen
prddIer. Sam don't say much but he weep
u occasionally over the dear little creature
= Ben Ireland Is sitting there with his fec
ErOpped up on the trunk OF the tree snorIn
and trying to make out whether he has HI
heart, or that Kansas gIrl's. But RUM
says il was IA trade. sweet dreams thei
Benny" FOn Duyall can't sleep for thihkiu
" about her. He has grown ten Years older
= The last mOnln. lie signs for that crest" III
der the maple tree. lie also signs for Thu
''Only" girl. John Davis looks Savage
enough To bite II guy rod off the wal5r tow,
" sud III let him Sleep. WIN Porter alwa,
" did look about half sick. but | wish you couI
- see him now. lie is billed for u Kans,
= "~caye' soon. Walter Waddell IL dream
" Ing OF his sweet - well, Walter alway
WAS Ii sort of dTedhner, but IL would need I
word from him to lot YOU know that he mis-
ed her. But stop! here comes Ilam
Anderson-my Old her,., Nhal he gain
,' p tue starSE My eyes deceive me notl !
~ last, the blow has fallen! He is in 10y,
What is this world coming 10, wonde
~ WHY, have seen him cross the street
-. avoid speaking TO some OF the fair sex, b
" this star gazing, tits II never falling sig
But he is waking the boys, and the clock
The courthouse steeple tells me that 1t Is tin
to lower the window and fall asleep to drea
OF the last, but not least. mentioned one
"Our Boys" MISS Y. K, CUTE.