The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1892-07-20
p'ints from Pinetop.

Our eXcUrsiOnists were serenaded IL
Charleston last Tuesday nightly the
mosquitoes.
It is pleasant in Charleston in many
respects. But at night | prefer the
country katydid to the city mosquito
Even the NewDerry chig. is preferable
Nou sleep under the pavilion in the
city. but the big-eyed, loud-mouthed
mosquito stands on the outside await
ing the net results. You press the bed
the mosquito does the rest.
There is no end to the mosquito-he
is always round.
1t must have been country school
Girl who wrote OF night p:nning the
Curtain down with the stars. Nc
Charleston girl could have written
that-the mosquito would certainly
have crawled in and spoiled the figure
One of the parry who did not get
under the net minded mosquitoes al!
night. He was told to ''don't mind
the mosquitoes" but he just would
mind them.
The mosquito is the thorn in fairest
Charleston's rose.
You can alwars depend on the blood
and thunder hump-backed mosquito:
he is forever and ever on your side.
He is worse than the lightning Is.
Bug.
II certain men had the persistency
anG consistency Of the mosquito when
he gets hump Oil, they too would
make each a shining mark.
There is one thing l admire in the
s(tlinging mosquito more than in GER
tain Singing newspaper writers-he
means blood from the start, and does
not make a loud noise simply for the
sake of being heard.
The difference between a mosquito
and a campaign reporter is that the
mo.quito never lies in bed, while the
reporter does-on both sides and in the
middle, everywhere, night and day.
4 mosquito bears striking simllarl-
ty to Notwithstanding follows singing.
Speaking of nlosquitos-that was a
mighty pretty girl who boarded the
train between Prosperity and Co!um-
bia.
1t is peaceful down on the salt and
battery.
Who could stand or Sullivan's beech
and see the sea gulls play, and not be
charmed and edited with the beauty
of the bay?
l saw beauty on the bay.
Groups Of merry boys and girls,
young men and maidens fair, on the
boats on the famous bay; the brilliant
electric lights illuminating the night
and turning darkness into day; the
ripping music Of the splashing waves
all this, and more, much more-con-
spire to make pictures that are ever
new, ever remembered, ever longed for.
Ifthere is anything absolutely pure
on earth it is the salt sea breeze. 1t
cores to you fresh and unadulterated.
There Is no dust in it.
Next to ice it is the best thing in
Charleston now.
The sea breeze is as soothing as a
gentle girl. Its caresses are sweet and
tender. It kisses the waiting cheek
and fans the eager brow.
Oh! how I love thee, sea breeze.
In the happy moment one forgets
politics. What JOY in forgetting!
Hang politics!
Somehow when looking out on the
waters I think of old Ireland and the
lakes of Killarney, and there come to
me the words of Longfellow: And
the moon rose DER the CITY,.
But what has that to do with the
case?
Only I was born near tie bay and
am Irish or one side-the right side
so you will please excuse me.
Therefore I like the sea foam.
NOW that is not intended as a
baking powder ad
Sitting in the quietude of suburban
home, one can scarcely realize that, at
the moment when be sees perhaps
only an occasional passer by and hears
no sound save that of nature, compare
lively at a short distance teeming
thousands are hurrying and crowding
and jostling along, amid the clang OF
innumerable locomotive and street car
bells, the rattle of draws on the cobble
stones, the shrek of various and all
about" whistles, the babble of voices
of all nationalities, and confusion con-
founded worse than at the ancient but
now dilapidated tower of Babel.
You may talk about your up country
town small boy-the noisy gamin, the
ragawuffin urchin and the street loaf
ing waif-but the Charleston bootblack
out-shines them all.
NEEDLE.