Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1892-11-09

I wonder how this'll strike him." and
he wrote.
Our city is proud Of the youth Of her girls,
THEY'RE Younger each year to behold,
And since we've been here, now many q
Sweet Fannie's the hrst to get Old.
"There, guess that's good for q
dozen COPIES" and with sigh OF RELIEF
he pulled out another: =.
"Um--Mr. English and Miss French, "
he sollloquized. They're high flyers.
Want something nice and quiet Don't
like to see their names in the papers,
but they buy up all the copies they
find" and he worked away for ten min
utes. al guess that's the pole will
knock the persimmons," he smiled as he
wrote this after the formal notice.
"Jc t'aime," he said.
1t gave her heart wrench,
81 do not understand" she said,
~ am not French"
'sYou were," he said.
'I did not like you so,
And have made you
English, don't you know"
He read It over once or twice with eV-
ident pride and went for another.
civilian Higgins and Katie Black"
he said thoughtfully. al don't know
Katie, but Bill owes me 81 for printing
his wedding cards month ago. l
guess I'll remind William OF his prom
iss to pay on the spot" and ne took up
his pencil savagely, and wrote:
MAY blessings be- with Bill this day,
Although be is slack one:
He couldn't get girl that's white,
And SO be took black one.
"If that doesn't fetch him." laughed
the editor softly, "f'll give him the 81
for wedding present"
He looked up another.
"Ah, here's Harry Thorn and Ann
Rose; that's an easy one. can write
that kind at so much a mile running
measure" and he dashed of this:
Oh, happy Harry, Happy Ann,
Rejoice that you were porn,
And thank the man who said, "There IL
No Rose without Thorn"
"That isn't so bad" he unused, as he
reached for more aids to poesy, and he
dragged out another:
"Mr. Hogg and Miss Mary Law" he
repeated as he chewed On his pencil.
"Well, I'll say what l please, ! think,
as don't know either one OF them, and
here goes" He worked few minutes
and had this:
He's taken the Law into his own hands,
And happily may they jog;
| She loved him true, or she never could do
Such thing as marry Hogg.
THAT'S little left-handed, maybe"
he sighed, 'but 1t will amuse their
friends even II they don't like 1t them
selves. Besides, Hogs, haven't any
business getting married anyway"
Here's something BETTER" he con-
tinued, as he picked up another notice.
MIR. Sweet and Miss Angel. Think OF
it," he murmured. "Why, It just
makes itself a poem," and he scrubbed
away for this:
Nav all the joys Of life betide
| This sweet young groom and angel bride;
The groom's in luck, he's drawn prize;
| Nor Is the bride much otherwise;
! She's bound TO be Sweet for all OF her life,
/ And he's got an Angel for wife.
That's worth at least 20 copies,
and the tickled editor began to juggle
the extra dollar In his mind.
"Here's one MORE" he went on, as he
studied the names. Charley Poor and
Harriet Home. There's good deal In
that. possibly" and he began to grind
the machine and ran out this:
All, woman's trust in man Is great,
! Surprising all endeavor;
Sweet Harriet leaves her Home content
| Though she be Poor forever.
"By gravy" said the editor, that's
a corker. I'll bet"
"Hi, there" broke in the devil;
"there's fight on the corner and the
feller's got out his gun," and the edi-
tor dropped the muse and hustled out
| for the news.