The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1895-12-21
Qvaint Verse, Play Upon Words, and
Many Terse Sayings From His
Gifted Pen

And they laughed
And they chaffed,
AS blocks away
They merrily sped their calls to pay
Four little maidens in white pekay-
Maude and Bessie and Ruth and May
Watched and pinned that livelong day;
And they moaned
And they groaned
In feminine way,
Watching in vain for that old box sleigh.
-Four mad horses running away,
Four young men in an o'erturned sleigh,
Corner of Thirteenth and North Broad
way;
And they fused
And they cussed,
Spectators say,
And the ID generally was to pay,
Pity the youth in that old box sleigh,
Pity the tumble they had that day,
Pity the bills they had to pay;
But more than all
Their rise and fall
Pity, we pray,
The maidens Torn in the white pekay."
And it was in the week following New
Year that Mr.. Field wrote this quaint
verse, which makes one think of his lit
tie Peach" 1t is entitled THE Song of the
Phillaloo:"
Her face was as fair as in MONDAY
N bright,
And her eyes were dreamy blue;
Her voice was as soft and as sweet and
AS the lay of the lark in its fitful fight,
Or the voice of the phillaloo-
Too hoo, too hoo,
The voice of the phillaloo.
"She had a beau who was awful sweet,
And came around nights to WOO,
And placed his cause at the finniky feet
OF that girl on Jefferson street
To the song of the phllaloo-
To WOO and coo
To the song of the phillaloo.
but once he came when her fierce old pa,
Incased in a box-toed shoe,
Haunted the hall with the door ajar,
And under the sheen of the moon and
star
Laid for the phillaloo-
Adieu, adieu,
To the dream of the phillaloo.
He saw a flash and felt shock,
And he hit where the daisies grew,
For the old man had fired him a block
To the blithering yawp of the jabber-
wock,
And the moan of the phillaloo-
Boo hoo, boo hoo.
The plant of the phillaloo.
Here's another set of verses that were
widely copied by the press;
pass the butter gently, Mabel
Shove it lightly through the air,
In the corner of the dish, love,
You will find nut-brown hair
what fond memories it awakens
OF the days e'er we were wed,
When upon my good coat collar
Oft was laid your little head.
Lovingly 1 stroked those tresses.
In the happy days gone by;
Now l stroke them every meal time,
In the butter or the pie
Occasionally Mr.. Field would run few
lines" playing upon words, thus:
straight where she strayed, with stride
he strobe,
Sad sighed he on the sod and said:
Say see sigh and sue you So
She had no heed, but hid her head
Maud's mood the mud of mead made
mad,
| No answer knew she now but No "
In his column headed The Cast oil
Thought" he quoted odd things, funny
scraps little of everything from ex-
changes and then sandwiched in his owr
| jokes and humorous bits. There are many
terse sayings like the following:
THE lay of the land-eggs.
Square pianos should never be used as
accomplishments 10 round dances.
Autumn hues-cutting firewood.
THE wind always finds something Il
blow about.
Hope springs eternal in the spinster''
thought, man never is. but always to b'
caught.
why is a boys mustache played upoI
by the breeze like tree uprooted by thu
gale? Because it is blown down.
"A small boy who reacehd up the chin
ney for another Christmas present sale
he found something there which soote'
him.
"A lady in a horse car was asked VIII.
she rang the bell at both ends. Because
want both ends to stop, sir she quickl.
responded.
Tight lacng should be encouraged il
every possible way. It kills off the foolisl
girls and leaves the sensible ones. N
healthy girl ever laces.
THE turning point in an organ grinder
life is generally the crank.
- schoolboy being asked by his teach