The record-union., 1891-07-04

wood; but the name of the maid was con-
structed SO unhappily that plum tree was
all that would rhyme with 1t. The poet
begs the indulgence of poetical license
instead of brickbats and eggs.
He read the "Tuneful Lyre"
In a voice persistent and sweet,
While she combed the hair with a pine cone,
Of the youth who was at her feet.
Be it said that he read from the ''Lyre"
column until treason tottered on its
throne" and his audience speedily
thinned out to empty air. They pre-
Eferred dying alone in peace in the brush,
away from home and friends.
He had tramped from far Glen Ellen,
This gallant with yellow hair;
As he came along he had made mash
On the girl with the CAB to spare
His hair was not yellow, but it sounds
better than tan, " which it was in reality;
but the girl was taiker from far away
He was weary and sorry and sick,
me eday god beamed blooming and hot,
And landing at Camp Gle Go-as-you-please
He found that his lunch was not
1t was a fact. Only few scattered
crumbs remained to tell the story ofwhat
had gone before. He had rested by the
roadside, and lulled to rest with his vol
ume OF Edwin Arnold, like Little Boy
Blue," "had lain under haystack, fast
asleep"
Up, through the rows of peoples,
he dragged his two weary feet,
The chicken and milk We're delicious
And the maid in pink was sweet.
Which goes to prove that he did not re-
main hungry.
Crashing through the ferns and bracken
Came the belated express,
And II 1t had passed without Slackin'
his remarks leave you to guess
None but great mind could make
bracken rhyme without Stacking. The
wager was lost, for it required ten min
uteS TO complete it, but it seems quite as
excellent as though written in the pre-
scribed seven minutes. The poet was
just getting enthused when "time' was
called.
We cannot shorten our dull davs.
neither can we prolong oar happy ones,
and evening closed in all too soon. Pic
nlckerS gathered in from the hooks and
hills to await the train. The air was cool
and sweet, and echoed with the chatter of
merry children who were decorated pro-
fuSely with the wealth of ferns and bios
SONS. Up on the side hill, seated at q
table, q group of men were extracting the
sweetness from the hours as they fled.
one squeezed music from an accordion.
another danced fanciful steps and all
Joined in rollicking chorus. They were
under huge buckeye tree that was
snowy whitewith flowers. Standing up
so stitfiy they had the appearance of an
candle ready to receive the flame to
warm the scented air and light no the
deepening gloom. The noisy song fioated
down and away over the silent hills, Our
friend, the engine, came booming by and
was signaled by lighted match held on
the track. Its mood has changed since
we parted in the early morning, 1t has
covered many weary miles and is very
tired. There is no sun to brighten it:
that too, has sunk to rest after long
day, so 1t stands painting, dusty, reelling
with oil and cinders, and breathes between
its heart-throbs, ''Oh, hurry up, let's get
home"
Fifteen-cent picnics are a delusion as
viii be seen by the appended bill of ex-
ceptons. The participants will never
know how much it cost for they have
not the moral courage to face the grand
totaI-they only know that rigid
economy, for weary moons will be their
only recourse from starvation. And if
the electric light OF the grocery had not
been turned off at 10 p. NJ
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