The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-05-11
THE GOLDEN MEAN:


The girl of ninety years ago
Wore skinny frocks and sandal shoes!
A wholesome reverence she could show
For snuffy men with canes and queues.
The new girl kicks the traces o'er
She apes boy and pets an ism:
Her pallid lips invoke no more
Papa, potatoes prunes and prism.
And yet. though green carnations fiaunt
With yellow asters down the street,
1 know fuIf.many country haunt
Where violets dwell, serene and sweet.
Nor prules nor hoydens flourish there,
But maids the golden mean have found !;
And tbs the love their lovers share
That makes this dusty world go round.
Pail Mall Gazette.
There are more heroes writes "Am-
ber," than those who die on battlefields;
more martyrs than those the world s
memory embalms more saints than
those whose names are told on rosaries.
What courage does the soldier need who
marches into battle with the song Of
bugles and nations cheers to overflow
compared to that required of feeble
woman to put to rout the legion cares
that daily besiege her way; to control
sudden temper, the offspring of shat
tered nerves, and to hold herself stead
fast and sweet through days that are
like armed men in their onslaught upon
peace. There is an exalted enthusiasm
that carries the martyr to his doom,
but in the prosaic lot of many women
what enthusiasm can clothe the barren
life with anything worthy the crown
and the palm that lie beyond the mar
tyr's suffering? The sanity lives that
cast the whiteness OF their bloom in Sc
cluded cloisters. apart from the world s
allurements, folded from it's temptations
as lambs are folded from the preying
wolf and the bitter storm, leave fair
and lovely records it is true, of tender
ministrations and sweet self-abnega-
ton; of prayers as pure as snow that
falls on mountain peaks, or stars that
wing their way above them, but why
should 1t be otherwise? Should not
lilies spring in sheltered gardens and
roses Chamber over the trellis that low
Ing hands prepare? But when you find
the lily blooming on the dusty highway
and the rose budding above the homely
hut of poverty, then take notice of it's
beauty, for angels might honor it and
God himself consent toi wear 1t next His
heart. When / see healthy men and
women condemning the nervous weak
ness of some poor woman made queru-
lous by battles hotter than Gettysburg
or Waterloo, fancy I see lot of
blacksmith hammers sitting in judg-
ment upon the vibratory instincts of a
watch spring.
ETHELINDA'S COoKING:
When Ethelinda cooks, oh, no!
The biscuits drop. the cake is dough,
And yet dare not tell her SO!
When Ethelinda cooks, guess
You couldn't make her think each mess
Was not q most profound success.
When Ethelinda cooks, alas!
wonder how it came to pass
That she survived the cooking class.
When Ethelinda cooks, it's wise
To praise the puddings and the pies
rOT IL you uOn' Sne sometimes CRIES
When Ethelinda cooks, j say
We steal up town at middle day,
And get lunch for which we pay.
Susie M. Best.
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Speaking Of matrimonial complica-
tions, here are two worthy of note
Some time ago marriage took place in
Birmingham, which brought about a
very complicated state of family rela-
ton. The woman had been married
three times before. and each time had
taken for her husband widower with
children. Her fourth husband was a
widower, and. as he had children by his
first wife, who was herself widow
with children when he married her., the
newly married couple started their
matrimonial cOrnpaniOnshin with n