Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1893-04-14
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merit, and they firmly believe that they
can defeat the Yerxas at Fargo as we'll
as at any other place. If the Yerxas,
under these circumstances, fail to put in
an appearance, then the inference is that
they fear the result. If they are honest
in their belief of superiority their duty
is plain.
The Yerxas claim that they intend to
attend the Worlds Fair, and will there
fore not have time to take part in the
tournament. &. A prominent Bismarck
fireman said yesterday that Pioneer
Hose company intended to attend the
Worlds Fair, also, but that he believed
they would find time to stop on their
way long enough to take in the tourna-
ment, and find out by actual test of
merit, whether there was any founda-
ton for those claims of superiority and
that $500 talk, so conspicuous in the
columns of Fargo papers last summer.
Lost-Spring.
Anyone who has seen the spring, the
possession of which was assumed by
Bismarck but few days ago, wander
ing about over the snowy prairies, and
with it's sh1vering frame encased for
warmth in blankets and robes, will
kindly return same and receive in ex-
change therefor secondhand blizzard.
almost as good as new, not in the least
worn and with the usual wind and snow
accompaniment.
After having tried several times to get
a good hold upon the weather and the
sympathies of the people, spring has been
again knocked into the misty realms of
the silent future. Bruised, disfgured
and with it's features swollen beyond the
recognition of its most intimate friends,
spring lay yesterday wrapped in arnica
cloths and Mustang liniment, while
Boreas frolicked about the corners, blew
snow down the necks of pedestrians and
sang "ta-ra.ra'', ever and anon breaking
forth wildly with "what's.the-matter-
with-me?"
Business of all kind was stopped al
most completely, and people did moth
ing all day but pay rent and burn fuel
and retract statements to the effect that
it looked like an early spring. Now and
again q strange, uncanny sound was
heard, as the prices of spring garments
fell with dull thud. The Thermometer
fell way below the normal, aud ton of
coal shrank to 1900 lbs while being taken
ac.oss the street for delivery.
A spring poet, with long and un-
combed hair, wearing tattered coat
and last springs smile, strolled into
the TRIBUNE office about the middle of
the afternoon aud left the following for
publications:
Where are the light, checkered
trousers we wore, where Is the spring
cane we jauntlly bore, where are the low
shoes and where's the straw hat, where
are they at, tell me, where are they at?
and still comes the answer, our spirits
do droop, they are all in the consomme,
all in the soup.
Where is the prophet who said early
spring, and where is the poet who
sweetly did sing, Of summer and roses
and beautiful flowers, and sweet
scented daisies and leaf-covered bowers,
and where is the hammock we placed
on the stoop? They are all in the con-
somme, all in the soup.
The man in the suburbs, oh, say, where
is he, who walks from his Office to dinner
and tea, and where is the horse who was
shorn of his hair, and where is the
cabby who can't find fare, and where
is the man who of summer did whoop?
He is deep in the consomme, deep in the
soup.
Where is the spring bird who came
t'other day, and on Easter did warble
and carol his lay, where is the ice man
who chuckled with glee, the coming of
what he thought summer to see, and
where's the spring chicken who's out of
lis coop? Deep in the consomme, deep
in the soup.
Where is the bicycle, where, write 1T
down, where is the new Easter bonnet
and gown, where is the farmer who
seeded his land, where's the ice cream
saloon, the peanut stand, where is the
man who could linger no more, but took
from his house the storm windows and
door, where is The tramp who in spring
time dcec love, where is the man who
took down his coal stove, where are the
Hoo Hoos? Back with whoop, cometh
the answer, doep in the soup.
Do not pass the store of A. G. William