Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1892-08-11
POLITICAL PICXINGS,
An InGiEereDfist

An Indi1erentist.
put aside the world and pride full many years
ago.
For all the strife of earthly life but ends in
futile show;
Presumptuous mans weak aims and plans
aren't worth copper penny
So, wisely, I have ceased to sigh or struggle
after any.
co rot care to know from where the proto-
plcS-l came:
never JOKE, or drink, or smoke. or play little
game.
% not ycarn at all to learn the riddle OF the
sphinx:
I do not crave acquaintance with the missing
link or links
/ don't expect TO tri-dissect an inofensive arc:
l wouldn't change a circles range to make an
anclCd mark:
In not inqu:sitive about tn aurora borealis;
I wouldn't seek single week to find holy
chalice-
I do not care single hair who wore the iron
mask;
Who punished William Patterson I've never
deigned to ask;
Who wrote the Junius letters doesn't bother
particle:
On the presidential outlook l do not read an
article.
In all things cruelty the flesh and euell
its fire:
And yet rly whole sad earnest soul is fraught
with one desire
One wild unrest within my breast still RACES
evcrmore-
For still l yearn and even burn to question:
What's the score?
j. Edmund V. Cooke. in n. Y Sun.
Welded.
Where all-year skies are blue and bright
And pour the moonbeanls golden
Der flow ring fields in floods of light
Where rambling houses olden
Throw wide their doors on spacious halls
And rOoEny chirnneyS brighten,
In autumn days, the pictured walls,
Where songs harmonious tighten
The dussy toilers burdens: where
The hooking bird makes merry
With every vagrant warblers air,
Twas there met my dearie.
The zephyrs through the nodding pines
On perfur1cd feet went stealing
The blossoms Grifted from the vines
That up the oaks were reelng;
There, while tic thrush sang overhead,
Our tender vows we plighted-
And solemn words were softly said,
That our young lives united
Long years we've lourneyed side by side,
And all the hours golden
AS moonbearls that through portals wide
AL beautiful and silent glide
Into the mansion olden
Charles Eugene Banks In Banner OF Gold.
"OI' Jack"
I was little fcller, when used to ride bare
hack
The tough and spawned farm horse that nv
father called "Ol' Jack"
His jaws was made OF iron an he didn't mind
the bit,
Nor take :. cite OF notice any time that he
was hit
He Used to shanble long the road with slow an
stumbln gait,
An when he stopped to catch his breath yer
had ter sit an wait.
Yer'd waste or hickry saplin' fore you'd get
him to a trot
And then, if you was ridin' him, you'd wish that
you had not
For his back was like razor and sharper
than an ak:
That's why I'm 50 long legged only state the
fac's.
used to upon the bit and tug upon the
An think I'd give most anything to have him
walk again.
1 used TO ride in English style while going
through our town.
Festivities hung by the reins while bob
bin up an down.
The comm Gown wern't pleasant cose he was
An when he flung up again I'd hear some
angels harp
An when 1 couldn't make him stop by any sort
Of talk,
waited for q grassy spot to tumble OF an
walk
Yet, somehow, now, It seems to be pleasure to
look back:
My live. didn't bother me them times l rode
'Ol' jack.
Harry Romano, in Brooklyn Life
A Midsummer Wish.
N mo
If could be simple frog,
And nothing do but blink and laze
Upon halfsubmerged log,
To fall asleep meath lily pods
To have no solitary care,
To bend beneath no mortal fads,
I'd find life bliss beyond compare.
And surely were l that blest wight
That frog-with naught to do but soak
In fresh cool water day and night,
I'd not be known like him to croak;
But with a bird-like joyous trin
I'd fill the ponds, the streams, the Boys
All, Fatei had in this my will.
I'd show you something new in frogs.
John Kendrick Bangs, in Harper's You
People.