Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-10-16

fell on me- Twelve men in the coach IN
which was seated occupied, with the help
oftheir baggage, the space usually allotted
to four times their number, when farmer
came aboard the car. He carried basket
of eggs, some of which 1 aiterward learned
were somewhat overdue, and under strict
adherence to the rule Of health could not
have passed quarantine without being fuml-
gated Seeing the crowded condition OF
the car he sat on the coal box.
At the next station a young lady, as
attractive as new express wagon, entered
the car and Immediately room was prepared
for thirtv-eight passengers similar to her in
appearance. But she pushed into seat
| with women who was travelling with three
small, treckle-faced children, one of whom
she held on her lap and talked to in so
pleasant a manner that we all sighed to be
a child again-and that particular freckle-
faced child The farmer, noticing that L
had come into possession of a large area OF
unoccupied space, came and sat with ME,
putting his basket of eggs on my shoes,
where the memory of them fingered long
after he went away. So far as L know,
there is nothing that can be so real good or
so distressingly bad as an egg when 1t takes
a notion. An honest egg is the nobiest
work of hens, but a bad egg is wrong from
top to bottom, and it never can be reformed
so long as the world stands. But the Incl
dent referred to shows what power is exer-
cised over us by beautiful girl.
An Ode to the Sandwich.
Whenever am ENJOYING a railway jour
ney it is nv custom to be as sociable as pos
sible to those about me and to pick up ali
the information and intellectual b-ic-a-brac
can concerning localities and peoples.
Travellers who take their meals on the diner
instead of patronizing the railway lunch
counters have but little knowledge Of the
resources of the lands they pass through.
The true traveller bases his estimate of the
town on the character of the sandwiches he
finds there. 1 always patronize the lunch
counters, and never see sandwich that 1t
does not call to mind poem which young
friend of mind, who is passionately fond of
his own poetry, once sent me ior Christ
mas present. He calls it his lowed to the
Sandwich.
Oh, Sandwich, Rich in length of years
though not so rich III other things,
My muse, unworthy of the task, in faulty
rhymes your praises sings.
The passing OF the year it seems buS adds
freshness to your youth:
You ars our conntry's strength AMI stay, its
very corner stone in truth
The dougfnut and the pumpkin pie may
pale and fade in piss away,
But G can rest assure. that you'll remain
forever ana u dry.
Your flavor seems to add Zest 20 every
other KIND OF food.
For q fl or one has t;tSfed you most anything
seems pretty good.
Getting Used to 4 Guide Book.
People who ride in parlor car are usually
and have costly drinking
cups, guide books, pug dogs, ETC., and as Il
rule but few children. Inoticed also on nv
trip that they never asked questions, and /
determined that when l travelled again L
would buy a guide book containing every
thing cared to know. In so doing would
greatly lessen the burden OF the overworked
train hands, and did so. Just as the train
was starting deaf oil gentleman in the
next seat observing that owned railway
guide, and hence knew everything hat i
traveller should, asked me concerning town
he wished to reach. 1 very hastily glanced
over the map and discovered, or Thought L
did, that he was on the wrong train, and as
he hurried of just in time to land on the
station platform with his valise as chest
protector he threw me backward glance
That told palmer than wor.ls how thankful
he was that I warned him in season. Later
on reconsi,lered the matter aud found 1
had been looking a. the wrong map, but l
ielt sure the conductor would not back the
train for him, and so 1 said nothing abont
it. Another thing regretted was that l
induced an old lady who sat near me, and !