The morning call., 1891-10-25

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MORNING CALL, 500 Clay street, san Fran
cisco, Cal.
A Wish.
With pleasure this morning, o Kernel, I see
Visions OF acOrns all ripe on tho tree;
For one short year have the blossoms been worn,
And now the first crop OF fruit has been borne.
Several new faces are now In our throng;
May the notes of our poets endear them in gong.
Some posers have left us and stopped by the way;
Their memory seems to have sunk to decay.
Though the posers of Puzzledom never have met,
Has been to my mind source OF regret;
But have listened and sighed that the powerful
stream
OF charades and enigmas should pass like dream,
And leave not a fragment of genius to say
How many Of them we have thrown away.
But Kernel while thus endear to my mind
Faint scraps of puzzles so long left behind,
see in the future, like the light OF a star,
Grand triumphs of mystery that outshne by far
All the articles seen in our column last year
Forthose VINO have failed let US all shed a tear,
And hope IN the future their diamonds of song
May shine in their settings bright handsome and
long.
Then let all cheer for the success OF the past,
And hope that III future the same feeling will last,
And bind US together by word Thought or deed,
To help our companions in their time OF need
l.. II. JoSsELYN.
Blossoms.
274 oBLIQUE RECTANGLE.
IA letter. PA barrier 3 The bottoms of
anything, considered as a support. Very
modest. 5-Reiects Go bear 7-Literate.
8-Real. 9-Lacking. 1o-Spankers. IL
Ih1se Tao na5e ia mesr Nv Ei Sned
16-Cases OF a noun which express the remoter
object Ggram). 17-Re;examined. lS-Loss OF
hope; ia marine plant; 2o-Rue OF diet
san E,ronci,co SIR ORACLE
275. CHARADE.
1t was listless aeOrnite
Went forth at eve TO muse,
When the weary sun had gone to sleep
AnG the flowers drank the dews
Straightway he HE'D him to the park,
With nature to commune,
For he always loved the sylvan's shade
When lighted by the moon.
So to a grassy nook he went.
Whereon the moon had cast
Strange shadows, and the stately trees
Entwined, had formed tdsL
And having in his heart the fear
OF the editor he said.
al guess I'll Just write down fret
Lest he should think me dead"
"And then shall be more complete
When IN the mystic crowd
Again I'm numbered" Luna dOnned
Her dappled veil OF cloud.
whereat he cast his muse aside,
And wandered back TO town.
Saying, " II make this FIRST too long
e eu. VIII Doll II uOWn.
San Francisco BEN USHER
27e. ENIGMA
(After the German of w. MulIer.)
RestlessIy my way wend-
weary way that has no end;
Estranged an in ev'ry land,
And everywhere from welcome banned
Deep in my soul resounds voice.
Which drives me forth against my choice;
In patient silence on GO
Hopeless beneath my weight OF woe.
The glowing sun gives me no heat.
The d-ws cool not my b:rning feet;
pass unframed through fire and flood,
And fight unscathed on fields OF blood.
At my approach men check their mirth,
No smile greets me OH all the earthi
The birds grow silent as pass.
No Dreezes stir the leaves and grass.
Thus night and day journey here,
With heart heavy, life SO drear
OF earthly Si-hts I've seen the best,
Yet dare not seek moments rest.
From mountain caves the river wells,
Runs foaming down the rocky fels;
But nndS at last eternal rest
Within mighty oceans breast
The eagle In his lofty fight,
lowering in ethereal light,
When wearied seeks his cloud-wrapt nest
On yonder towering Alpine crest.
The dolphin laughs TO scorn the blast
While in the bay the ships lie fast;
But when the storm its rage has spent
He sleeps upon the waves, content.
The Clouds impelled by driving wind,
No certain resting place eau md;
But reach at last their place of birth
And mud grave In lap OF earth.
The weary wand'rer of this life
LOOKS forward TO an end OF strffe
Why need he mourn the presents grief?
He finds in death a sure relief.
Mortal whose race is almost run,
Whose night of rest Is all tut won,
pray, before thine eyelds close,
For me single hours repOse.
Orleans, Ne6r. II. c. LAUGHLIN.
PIT. INVERTED TRIANGLE.
IA garland. "a fritler made OF eggs s.
To send back. A medley. "a snare. g.
A proposition. IA letter.
san Francisco. L. Il. j.
Petals IN two weeks.
Stray Leaves.
The pictorial rebus Of last issue should have
been credited to Capt. E. trust he Will pardon
the mistake Last weeks Acorns was credit
10 Thedom. Being an anniversary number IL
suffered nothing III comparison with any other
department published at present. Many thanks
to my young and old friends for their kindness.
l hope for renewal Of patronage and trust they
viii respond early and Often d. j. poem is
apropOs His puzzles were received. Thanks.
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