The National tribune., 1896-11-19
BABY's SONG.
ned skv overhead

BABY's SONG.
On Ieafy bed. sky overhead.
His eyes of blue have heavens hue.
Outstreiched his arms free from alarms.
He croous and croons, all nature woos.
Nor asprate sound. swells out the round
OF bymnal praise. that fills his days.
Chants once again. eehoing refrain
OF angels ken. past cadenc'd pen,
As baby sings pulsate their wings;
They catch the strain, clear from earths STAIN
The soul within pure from all sin.
Sends forth its song. knowing naught wrong
Atuned in joy. without alloy,
A voice of love to God above.
Madeleine Vintom Datigren. i'm the An1etus
Magazine.
"Oh. Reginald. papa is SO cruel to you. lie
says that you are only fortune hunter"
He is, indeed. / think that after you've
accepted me he might let me up into the grade
of fortune finders"
Manners are certainly changing rapidly. We
used to hear so much about the frankness and
jolly familiarity of sailors. Now the papers
are all telling OF the growth of the naval reserve
II
Do not withhold from vanity her share Of praise
For all that man has been. may become.
Selflove Inns bound less moral motive power.
The looking glass has made more penenis
Than any preacher since tie days of Christ.
THE MESSAGE OF THE PEOPLE
John Eendrick Bangs. in Harpers Weekly.
Hist ye, Bryant Did you hear H.? How 1t rolled
from to sea!
Did you hear the thunderous answer OF a people
great and free?
Did you hear the word they've spoken-have you
felt that shouder-biow?
To your vile Reputation. have you heard their
mighty NO?
Hist ye, Tillman! Have you noticed how the
people Of this land
Have arisen In their honor to strike down your
pirate hand?
Have you upon their banner there is blazoned,
faiE to see.
Their renewal Of allegiance unto Truth and
Purity?
His. We, AIgeld! Can you read it? Can you read
the message through
IT'S a message that the people in their might in
tend
How they'll tolerate no Anarch in this land that
they have won;
How they'll strangie every effort quite as soon as
tits begun
Have you heard it. o misguided. Hyou have not.
it were well
That you learned from those who've done so what
the people have to tell
We're country and ,cere made it. and ,cerc going
to Keep 10 clean.
and ,ceH throttle any Serpent lo Uo,sld make it base
and mean.
The gladness of the land over the victory of
Mckinley seems to extend to the waters which
encompass the land. The Cape Cod fishermen
have struck unusually large schools OF Goldfish,
and are getting RICH rapidly.
So
IF the hair Of A. F. Schrader. florist, of New
! town, Long Island, has not turned white there
| is not much credence TO be placed in the CON-
| mon belief as to the effect Of fright upon the
| hair. Recently he ordered some bulbs from
| Germany, and when box was delivered to his
| office he hastily picked up an ak and began
| breaking it open. Inside he found, instead OF
/ his bulbs, some queer little zinc boxes. The
! axis edge had broken one of them open. He
+, examined the box little more carefully. 1t
was not directed to him, but TO another
Schrader, and it apparently came from some
| manufacturer of high explosives. 1t was not
! long until Mr. Schrader realized that he had
| been banging around enough dynamite to
| blow the whole town down. Then he came
near faintiug. No one of the schraders in
the town will admit that the box is for him,
| and the authorities fear that there is a dyna-
mite plot. The town was infested with An
archists some time ago.
s#s
Indianapolis Neus: Exit Bryan. applause,
| Ncuo York World: A great victory for one
trust: Trust-the people.
| New York Tribune: Uncle Sam has refused
| to give diploma to the pupils of Coins Finan-
| cial School.
! Chicago Inter Ocean: The great question for
debating societies this Winter will be: Ibid
Democracy swallow Populism. or Populism
swallow Democracy?
|
longer any political need for it, that wicked
| Mark Hanna continues to raise the price of
wheat corn, wool, ETC., to open factories and
| give hundreds and thousands of men work and
wages. There is no doubt that he merely does
this to throw discredit on Mr.. Bryan.
The editor Of the Nebraska Slate Journal sings
sweetly:
1.-THE fight is DONE and those who won
| Pm very glad for.
While those who met defeat. you bes.
feel dambad for"
| On to- Date: Dr. Kurnt {writing prescrip.
! tion)-Take this every morning.
Pat-Divil bit will. Do yez think OPm
o dumbed billy that yez can fade me on
bit O. paperf
IN THE REsTAURANT.
/ Waiter, wanting to sh.w off his grammar
to scholarly looking customers. shouts to
/ Kitchen 1.-TWO roast beeyes''