El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1897-07-15

a PARODY ON KERRIGAN's DOLLY
DYNAMITE"
Home again, my angel mother! Oh, it's
sweet to see the bunch
Dallying with big brimming schoon-
ers; flirting with the coy free
lunch.
All the pure-eyed vestal virgins,
chastely greet me as of old,
For they lOve1yOur blue-eyed bundle;
love the strayed lamb from the
Do 1 wake or am 1 dreaming? Is your
offspring in a trance?
Oh, my mother! am weary of LIES
piping song and dance!
l am heart-sick of the turmoil, and L
falter IN the fray.
Plant me on the hillside, mamma,
where the dusty zephyrs play.
Oh, my throbbing brow seems shackled
with a cruncning band of pain!
Oh, to tread cool dewy grasses, drench-
ed and pelted with the rain!
For my throat is parched with fever,
and my heart is charged with woe;
l, the shadow of a shadow, shudder as
the bleak winds blow.
Billy Bridgers. the justice, faxed US up
Graphic tale,
How we witched the husky toiler ERE
the graft begin to fail,
Naughty Murray Hotstuff, mother,
faded with the coy sOubrette;
Oh, I'd scratch the hussy's eyes out. 1
would trim the shapely pet.
Do not scold your ailing offspring: do
not roast your naughty girl;
Do no beat me with thu poker; do not
nhrly, lift1a r,oar1.
Do not cham me to the bedpost; do not
clout ne in the face.
1 can see my finish, mama: they have
tagged me in the race.
Yes l have played in London, mama,
"Clara Coldfeet' was my rival-yes she
knocked me, and [ fell.
Ponder, the costermOpger, wears his
rubies brave aud true:
McKie is the prince of critics; although
Latta states few.
All around the world I've rambled.
Oh, the curious sights I've seen.
When | peter out, my mother, paint
my grave gorgeous green!
Have your little girl cremated; fly her
ashes like the leaf
Give my powder puff to Henry and my
diamonds to O'Ke4tfe.
Amt cute, my angel mother; don't
you like my winnings ways?
When [ did my little short dance, Fitch
the writer, SUI my praise,
When L waved my feather duster L
would rouse the gallery's cheer.
l was such an artless bundle: frank and
fearless as deer
Stick my features in the HERALD, if
their rates are not too high,
All the literary scoops faln would make
pert schoOi girls cry.
Yes, they hack up dandy pathos that
will rouse burrO's tears,
fearful Willie" werps so copious, bah
bling of old sanity years.
All the morning papers, all the fos-
sis of the east
All the literary Jessups hack a SNUG
McGinty feast.
All the barnacles of letters frown on all
who try to write;
They have formed clique of scoopers
and fiction trust of spite.
The Poet of Paradise Alley.
Air can now be easily liqui6ed, but
according to the American Machlni st,
the difficulty of putting it 10 any prac-
teal use lies in The fact that it must be
stored aud transmitted at a temperature
of more than 200 degrees below zero.
There is brilliant chance for some
inventive genius to make a ''milliun
in Ell PasO. 1t is nothing more than
the Invention of an automatic window
that will close its elf at ghts after the
occupant Of d room has gone to sleep
and the thermometer has dropped be-
low the freezing point. This inven-
ton might cause the doctors to have
fewer calls, but it would save many a
person firm suffering from summer
colds.