The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, 1896-05-30
MISS PENELOPE OMAHA


hired mourner 1t q funeral. What's It
about? Dear me, forgot. haven't you
heard, that they discovered some thirty
or fUEty lines Of R0sey's seventeen
mile speech was q bodily adoption from
the speech Of one Aldrese. q Texas
gentleman. Funny? Oh! Of course.
but Wish some gentleman who could
be easily spared would be good enough
to die. 90 that we could consistently
quit laughing. just for q rest. Really
the size of the laugh IL all out OF pro-
portion to the meagre dimensions Of
the Joke. No! / am not Stuck on
Rosey." either. but he really has q
Don't know when he's licked" quality
In his character. which. in its way. II
superb. But who can shut out fate?
The prejudice of centuries forbids our
loving him. Rosy reminds me Of two
boys I once knew. and an episode 1
witnessed. A curied darling Of patri-
clan parentage appeared one day on
the velvet lawn Of his fathers home
with . beautiful large slice Of sugared
gingerbread. A boy upon the curb. q
child OF the people. saw the curled dar-
ling. and coveted the cake. Upon maxi
ing known his wishes he was curtly
denied. A scrap promptly ensued, dur
ing which the gingerbread was reduced
to q condition adapted only to the
wants OF the ants Of the hill. or birds
OF the air "Ah. Har tainted the
patrician pride, You didn't get the
cake" Pooh! Who cares?" replied
the child Of the people. Neither did
you" But excuse me. 1t IL time to
laugh. II I forget my cue in this comic
opera company OF the w. HI. ! am liable
to lose my lob" The Squash Town
Bugle and the Podunk Clarion are At
to die In despair: the World Herald
turned an X ray on them and found
their laugh was hollow and refused to
reproduce II in their columns Of the
gayefy Herald. Chorus. Everybody
laugh"
understand The Shrub" is to be
played in Lincoln Saturday night as a
curtain raiser for The Bells" That's
q pretty giace scheme. We don't allow
them to play 1t here any more. because
the mayor says we are liable to die
laughing. You never know when / am
in earnest. Well; I suppose not, /
only am, for truly, in earnest when I
am asleep. which very nearly am just
at present-but the play "Rosberry
Shrub" IL funny-very-and The
Bells" nothing to sneer at. Make Jack
take you. I cannot come down, much
as I would like to- Unity club. which
has deservedly quite a local reputa-
ton. presents two plays Friday even
Ing, His Toast" and per Telephone"
assisted by the Misses Lowe, who. by
the way. are lovely musicians, with
mandolins, guitars and harp. VIII
helmim Lowe sweeping the strings Of
a golden harp. justifies one for having
visions of the the time. When the
wicked cease from troubling and the
weary are at rest"
Don't worry over Jacks pretended
approval of me. He doesn't mean it,
and I am true to the impossible ideals
Of my youth. which Jack does not en-
body. What can We depend on? Moth
ingi Not even the weather. I began
to write to you Sunday. reduced to
indecision by the heat and q dimity
gown. finish on Tuesday. am about
to mail my effort Wednesday, and am
shivering and thinking longingiy of
my jersey hannels which are safely
slowed away in the too pronounced
embrace OF moth balls. 1t seems as IL
the weather. at least. might be sincere.
More anon, yours, PENELOPE.
Omaha MAY q 1896