Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-11-19
SNAP SHOTS IN SEASON.
THE strictly business man is the man VIII,
attends to his own business.

tested the clearest minds have been clouded
the pleasantest faces masked in the mist
Such unreasonable weather certainly makes us
NOPE. We can't pull ourselves together. H.
who hammers cannot deliver true blow in tht
fog; he who figures cannot quickly find hi
footings in the vapor; he who thinks canno
brush aside the mist that seems to settle on the
pathways of the mind in the dismal damn
which has epveloped US. Nature seeml
out of tune, and we join in the dis
cord-heavy-footed,h heavy-eyed. heavy-hearted
| A blizzard-dry, bone-searchlng, ice-making-
would not be such a had thing, would it? Ii
would shake us up and wake us up. 1t would
| blow the clouds away. scatter the mists. dry
the earth and give the aun chance to touch us
| occasionally. OF COURSE we must be built fol
all sorts of weather, for surely the weather
is not built for us. 1t blows hot
and blows cold suddenly that
we feel its effects on the body
as when the darkness and the dampness
fingers too long we feel its effects on our mind
But we must fight off the fogs and the foggish
| fancies. When the bracing winds and the
cheering suns shove and chase them away we
will forget all about them. The past only
leaves shadow after all. II heaven sent NO
| rain the earth would yield no flowers.
WE are protectionists, but are perfectly will.
ing to have bridges PLACED on the free list.
L
| A CARGO of emigralts afflicted with small
pox arrived at New York yesterday. They will
| be pitted.
WE hope the friends of the Lake Erie Ship
Canal do not imagine that they can dig it with
| their mouths.
SECURITIES make Wall street insecure
THE tin plate tariff has elevated the pie
plate.
| A KNIGHT errant-gping for the doctor after
| dark.
| THE women of the land are the most active
| patrons of H Husbandry.
| LAcKAwANNA seemed to lack backing dur
| ing the recent whirl.
MAN wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little '1ong;''
For when he's short" as we all know,
He wins when stocks 60 wrong.
MINNIE PALMER has Joined the ranks Of
stage women who have concluded that love and
glove are synonymous.
IHE DrokeFS ulQnI lake muCn StOck IN Lne
old saying that there is no such word as fail.
The sidewalk wheebarrow must 60, but the
baby carriage still has right of way.
WILL the disappearance of the North River
Bank interfere with the building of the big
bridge over that stream?
GAMBLERS are frequently forced to show
their hands.
PITTsBURG looks like old times, thanks to
the fogs, clouds, rain and gas raise.
THE world is round. but We should live on
the square.
A HOPEFUL sign-An anchor.
THE Indian Messiah will hunt his tepee as
soon as Judas appears.
A NEW word will have to be coined by the
Signal Service folk before the present weather
can properly be defined.
JAY GOULD thrives well on railroad fare.
THE Kings Daughters are courted just the
same as the daughters of kings.
LITTLE Bo Peep, She has lost her sheep;
Pity this maid forlorn.
Little B0 Peep. you've right to weep;
In Wall street it was shorn.
JUDGING from the advertisements of the max
ers of cosmetiques and other articles for female
adornment the Maker forgot to put the finish
ing touches on womankind.
THE finest photographs of friends are carried
in the memory, not in the album.
THE practical Joker is the fellow who secures
all his pleasure at the expense of others.
THE baker is loafer but not the street
corner kind.
WERE it not for the newspapers scandal
would be the chief article of conversation and
gossips would be more numerous.
THE prosperous iron man never banks fur
mace. He banks the profits thereof.
The weather is no respector of persons
MUSES. not excepted. The appended thoughts
were penned last Noyember-just year ago
when the weather was seasonable. They were
resurrected the other day, but seem to be
misfit (perhaps it will I'll this morning). and an
unknown critlc-"H oidene'-has gently taken
us to task His effort is worthy the light hence
the temperance of the ideal" and the birth
of the 'real:
NOVEMBER.
The IdedL
The earth golden store has cast in tired reapers'
hand:
The leaf-stripped trees nod in the breeze that
sweeps the forest land;
The night dews kissed by frost-touched air white
coated greet the morn,
But melt to tears when light appears, ere day is
fully born.
No song birds carol in the grove, now swathed in
fog-wove veil,
Where shadows gray shut out the ray that in the
Eastis pale.
Slow climbs the sun, with lukewarm breath to
cheer the days full birth,
Gladnesses bring to everything and glorify the
earth.
The sky its overflow hath cast upon soaking
world;
The leaf-stripped trees have lost their leaves by
April breezes whirled;
The night dews, nary kissed by frost, are
drowned in ceaseless rain;
And add their tears to tears galore to swell the
wet refrain.
No song birds carol in the grove, now swathed
in fog-wove veil;
And this alone is born of truth in Willie
Wrinkles tale.
The SUMS myth now this admit or iudpment