St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-09-12
No FLIES ON JIM.

When Jim was child, vice. wee thing,
With his voice he made the weikin ring;
And he doubled his lists and wiggled his
toes.
And he plagued the nurse and pinched her
nose,
And pulled her hair and tore her Clothes
He was always into mischief.
And, too. when older he became
HIS antics, then. were mucn the same:
He kicked because he couldn't have pants
He had no use for his COUSINS or aunts
And he left the house when he got chance.
He was always into mischief.
When home, at table, he couldn't desist
From rapping the servant on the wrist:
Ano ne made wry faces at Kate. and Nell:
When he wanted thing, why, he banged the
While his mother looked on and said, well,
Hes always into mischief
He leased the old gray brindled cat.
And ''sicked'' on the dog just to see the spat;
Anu then at night, when prayers were said,
And he tucked himself snug into bed,
He fought and wrestled his brother Ned,
Just to keep his hand into mischief.
His favorite sport in summer time
Was the farmers zigZag fence to climb:
He'd steal on the ''hayseed'' unawares.
And rob his orchard of apples and pears,
Regardless of broken suspenders and tears
he was always into mischief.
The neighbors the self-same story did tell:
But his mother, like mothers the wide world
o'er
Said she loved her Jim. and what was more.
She thought he'd outstrip her children four.
Tho always into mischief.
Well. the war broke out in 81.
And Jim. as he put it, Just for fun
Joined a regiment and midst the sobs and
tears
Of an aged mother bowed with years,
Said: Good bye, dear mother" and Have
no fears:
You'll hear if I'm into mischief"
Two years rolled by, and not word
From the absent boy had the parents heard
And the mother wrllng her hands in woe
And the father said, II told you so,
Ii you'd let him to the army go
He'd be sure to get into mischief
When all had abandoned hope of jim
A letter arrived, but not from him,
But comrades message in awkward hand.
Saying he hoped they would understand
That Jim was not in the promised land
But-he'd been prying into mischief.
"a mere scratch, that's all''-he would soon
be well;
Red been hit in the leg by arebel shell.
Tho the youngest man i'll the Forty-second
Still the bravest in the reg ment reckoned;
And where danger was Or valor beckoned,
Jim was there a-making mischief.
Well, the war was over in '65,
And found Jim kicking and yet alive.
Long service had made him more sedate-
4 captain now, by Il stroke of fate;
And the boys ne'er tired of dim 10 pirate,
Who was always into mischief.
Twas gladstone dag when he got home
Yes. home from the war, no more to roam;
And the mother cried in her joy of heart
And said. My bow we will never part
And the tears from Jim did unbidden start
Now man. not boy into mischief.
Tn iiftIa VILLAGE there iivad pirl
BY the name of Bess, who i'll whir
Had set Jim's heart in his boyhood days
(Not saying that wildness always pays)
But he loved his Bess, and she loved his
Tho trife bent on mischief.
Nor did lapse of time affect the craze
Which took firm hold in their younger DAYS;
But rather the PASSION stronger grew.
SO Jim proposed, as well she knew
lie would: And she accepted-what could
But take him d6t of mischief.
Affairs for our Jim very easy came.
Fcl Bess had fortune in her name,
So both wealth and beauty he had wed,
And heap o. sense in q thoughtful head,
And the rival cir Is nudged each other and
said:
''She married that Jim for mischief
The Iour boys-John, Tom. Dick and Ned
We're outstripped By Jim, us the mother said
But they didn't envy him. not Il lit.
They admired his push and extolled his grit;
They acknowledged that Jim had scored
hit
And pardoned his youthful mischief.
Then remember all, when this story is told
That LACK sheep dwellS in every fold
But hope. like the mother Of Jim. AWAY
And who knows in your case may come the
day
When you "God bless you. my boy may say
To one who is free from mischief?
M. J. Donnelly