St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-07-17
IaMY UNCLE TOLD ME so.


In winter time you'll always find ii cool.
oh, give the working girl chance to earn
her Graham bread;
But what has that to do, I'd like to know,
With that old chestnut that started out to
I tell you of.
j !: 81 believe it, for my uncle told me o.''s
Then try and love each other when the band
begins to play,
And aces are the best that you can throw:
590u mustn't get excited IL the clocks go on a.
strike.
And Carnegie pays his men cent a day.
The dogs are wearing summer pants. the
girls are wearing smiles,
The weather keeps us guessing. nowadays
The man who blew his hand OFF with a.
cracker OH the Fourth
Is asking all his friends now if it pays.
4 never knew a sweet gazelle with laughing.
1 hazel hair,
He dared the wind to ope. the, door and
blow; "a -
i isn't well to open it. unless you have
| pair. -sssss: Sss..s-fs 81
~ believe it. for my uncle told me, so,
Then rise up. Willy Reilly, and come along
| with me. s;fi sFi1s,.-fi =
I Well fight the festive bug and MOSQUITO.
"Why should fear?" the boy replied, my
father has gum :.
And your mother is your Eesstriepd after
1 all. &Tz--2s stssss-
Have you noticed how, of late the girls are
| warning male attires
They've donned the turn down collar and
cravat;
- needed bad enough y
You would think the dears would let it On
4 at that :,
i But no. the vest is taken. and the Derby's
| : . coilared. too; ss
fear the shirt will stand but little show.
And pantaloons-rm told the girls have got
| them on their list; = =
| believe it, for my uncle told me so.
! When girls get rugged outsin this way. tits
1 e--. time for men to quit, "
No doubt next move long whiskers they
/ will grow szs
The crisis is alarming. the millennium's at
= hand,
| And Baby cieyeland's got another tooth.
1 Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, eating
/ his pie of mince.
1 And the lighthouse sang way up in C.
| He stuck In his thumb and pulled out a
plum, and he hasn't done anything
since,
And the bulldog said, Then you'll remem-
! Der me-
How doth the little busy flea improve each
shining minute
! = At White Bear they are not considered
slow,
And the monkey scratches her mothers
| head. because there's millions in it;
believe it, for my uncle told me So
remember, oh, how wildly. the day when
was born.
| There's only a few can do that thing. I
| know.
| When you get smart perhaps you may do
full as well as !,
| And the letter that she ionged for never
| came.
The Democrats are mighty scarce since Col.
T" Wright got in;
/ You never hear of Bob Smith any more
| They say he has a club in soak for those who
!, did him up.
Which he'll wallow in their red and Grim
son gore.
But every lane must have turn, no matter
- what its length.
And Democrats must learn to- swallow
III crow
sTwo years from now we. II choke the bird
down Col. Wright's own. throat
l believe it. for my uncle told me SO.
| If any OF you smoke cigars or cigarettes or
| pipes.
ask you as q favor all to go
f 80 doc McCardv's office, if you want to lose
| your lives,
| And the Azotine's as fragrant as OF yore.
There was a man in our town, and he was
4 full of hops,
4 ~ He always went to every fancy ball.
He'd dance all night to broad daylight
| And go home with his jag in the morning.
And right here we'll turn this picture to the
h., wall
| He used to work down at a store
Where furs were bought and sold.
He was no good. and so they let him CO.
This funny man now tells his friends he
got the sealskin sack.
| believe it, for my uncle told me So
The soldier boys, when on parade, are We ry
handsome men;
They tell me that each fellow has beau
| You can drive morse to water but man
| must have his Glove.
And an honest man is nearly always poor
stood on the bridge at midnight but the
| bridge was not to blame,
| And Pat Egan wound the court house clock
up tight;
But the moon rolled DER the city in the old
familiar role
And the girl 1 loved. alas, was ''out of
sight,
1 seized the opportunity to sing cord of
J. wood
In tones extremely loud. yet somewhat low.
| Till the fish down in the river cried:
LET up; you're off your feed.''
believed them. for my uncle told me so.
There's going to be wedding down at Mag
| gle Murphy's home.
| Annie Rooney's going to marry 'Ostler Joe,
/ understand that Comrades" have invited
all their friends,
| And we love him for the enemies he's
| made.
dread the day like thunder, you'll forget
me, Marguerite,
| But still know you're slightly on the bum,
| And 1 often wander down beside the little
| babbling brook.
Which always seems delighted when I
come.
If this bright world were mine to give-well
just suppose case
| The whole 'caboodle" at your feet I'd
I throw,
And then I think the world would get the
worst Of it-at that;
| believe it. for her shoes are full of feet
Then, Tom, don't leave the butter
| When its hair is turning gray.
Have it shaved and sh anpooed nicely ere
you go.
You can use the hair for mattresses. or D IL
lows, if you like,
Don't shove man that's going down the
push.
Maud Muller, on a winter day. got out her
nice lawn hose.
And played the iridescent ''Maiden's
lar Prayer
The judge rode by, and, seeing her,
- Said, ''Ah, there. Maud. my DEAR
And Maud replied, "Your honor, take
lDi Chair
s'The curfew must not ring tonight
81 Said Whiskers Paul Revere,
Stay, jailer, stay. and hear my ta;e Of woe
i8e OF all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest is this line,
IL Il believe it. for my uncle told me so.''
a soldier of the legion lay dying at Mendoza.
His breath was strong his pulse was some
what slow