Asheville daily citizen. [volume] (Asheville, N.C.) 1890-1900, 1893-02-14
DID YOU GET A VALENTINE?
III YOU DID NOT. YOU'RE: NOT
HI TH4E: FASHION.

NJ any of AsheNiIIe's well known
People received the S1issives
That Cheer Hut Don't Inebriate
Some of the inscriptions.
st. Valentines day-'lovers' day
has come again. This Information can
scarcely be called news. For who is
there. interested in the coming of this
festival every year. that has not known
OF the approach of the day; aye, that
has not counted the hours, almost, until
the arrival of the time when they might
send to some loved one a dainty white
mssive, conveying the compliments of
the day, or the message, veiled though
it might be, telling of an affection that
was more than mere friendship?
The postmen, in many cases, were the
most anxiously awaited fellows in to wn
today. Many a fairy form waited by
the window and watched for the carrier,
and, seeing him, ran lightly to the door
and received the expected yalentine-or
valentines. for, you know, there is no
law which says girl may not receive
valentines from more than one fellow.
Although the fair sex received the
bulk of the valentines today (Which, OF
course, THE CITIZEN could not print in
month) they did not receive all, by any
means. And it is some of those that the
girls did not receive that this paper has
got hold Of and proposes to print.
From Hapel Chill, not a thousand
miles from ASheville, came a valentine to
Chas. A. Webb, from which this rhyme
is taken:
There's name that's never spoken
Unless "we' boys are Iokin'-
Then it's spoken in whisper
And with pity, that is all;
We have got her on the list now
And, though we sang unto her just now +,
We can never, hardly ever,
Say "Ashevile."
w. B. Gwyn, who cast some reflections
| on the Importance of Atkin street re-
Ceived this:
Hey diddle-de- -diddle,
| The cat and the fiddle;
They're not going to pave Grove street.
| The Advisory Board laughed
| And said why, he's daft
Our city, when paved can't be beat"
| The initials H. c. II. appeared on the
paper, and MIR. Gwyn has his suspicious.
| Ofcourse somebody was sure to re-
| member Mayor BlantOn, and that dlgni
| tary received a valentine that was pink
| tinted, hand painted, and bore this burst
| of heart-throb:
| Chas. Blanton, on a winters day
| Devised n plan to make some hay.
| He ran paper Tin his mind),
But ne'er n copy can you find.
| Ta-ra-ra, etc.
The "swift-paver," John S. Key.
| laughed till lie showed his solid gold
tooth when he opened his mail and ran
| across this:
| There was lightning paver
| And his name was John S. Key
And he had a golden tooth,
| And he was a hustling youth
Some days he'd pave Il mile perhaps
| And perhaps it mig hit be less;
| He'd hang up when it raincd pint
| And let the workmen rest;
| But now he's got a gait on him
| And things are sure to hum
| If good weather'll only come.
1t is believed that Inspector Murray
indited the classic lines to Mr.. Key.
!anitor Erwin, of the city hall, sent
| these words to a frequent visitor on
| Fridays:
You may move, you may scatter
| The Board, if you will;
But you, the one constant,
Will hang round it still.
One of "Tom" Jones many admirers
sent him this:
When an illustrating preacher is
approaching,
Is approaching,
And the lawyer occupieth not his time
Not his time;
Then the preacher uses names that are
familiar,
Are familiar.
And the lawyer uses language that
won't rhyme.
| A prominent member of the Advisory
Board received this mark of esteem, il
chirography very much like that of Col
Martin:
There was a little man and he had lit
tie curl,
And he wore stylish little hat, hat, hat
He took the Board to court and got
good report,
And now the Board don't know w1er
it is at, at, at.
With the postm "Ramoth" on it
face came a valentine to J. l.. Rumbougt
mayor of Montford, running thus:
On Montfords bouud'ry line we stAnC
And cast a longing glance;
We would annex that GoOdly land,
But we have lost our chance.
The proudest man in town, though,
Maj. Blair. who received these lines froi
his young friend, Baby Ruth:
Here's a hammer for Major,
Good and hard and round;
When he goes to sell things
Oh, how he can pound!
The Major says the pome reads a lit
| ragged, but, as he says, "yOu can't c
pect such little lady to compose pOetr
, just as if she were a galvanized lrlshman
Alderman Elisha Baird got few bri
lines, to this effect, namely, towi
viz, &c:
DIR. Baird he went a-fshing.
For the p. O.-and he did well.
:, But will he get 1t ., think not
For he last supported Bidwell-
DIR. Baird says the only trouble abo
this poem is that there is not word
truth in the rumor that he wanted t
postoffice.
CITY Clock Keeper Cosby was tickl
by the receipt of this:
Hickory, diCkory. dock,
Ben Cosby's keeping the clock;
The clock runs down,
And ConfuseS the town,
But that don't confuse Cosby.
The pOet was evideutly in a hurry