The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1897-07-09
Tr,mr.s From ysylsss 0a4rtsrs.

succeeded by Cen. Campass also tha,
mRBy OF the Spanish soldiers, ON ac.
count Of Ri iss stment, are debeiting t6
the CubunB. We thought Mr. Bill
Mckinley waB pledged by his party
platform 10 sid and recognize GpbaI
independence. He has now been in
Office four months, and hss called an
extra session of Congress. but Cuba hat
been left alone TO paddle her own canoe
or throw up the sponge.
Two cotton mills in MRssRch usetts
hRve shut down and 1000 operatives
q e Out of employment. The low price
Of the product is said TO be the csnsa
| Our old friend Chips lives out in the
country and informs US tnst be has
-.hrse big tablets. Now IL be takes 4
1 notion 70 shoot q heavy gun be viii no
doubt create something Of q racket.
| All right, Chip, fire away und sweep
the field with your grape shuir hn
don't tinker witt Josh, hecRnst ms
| II .etheRr1 .'auui liEe IL beRr him
| spoken ut nnly il Pe,.r polite nlRr-
| per'
The undersigned Ii dt,erly jniars,sSlsh
| IL tns rrop,seC reunion Vt t'Ir1Fssl'g,nn-
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! r'ieve uGiNf signs uisa' hRr'f
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| Now VINO Rm d.1 wiG fKicy 6tall,
! E.r tAlEir like lpps's mRtie fe,' Fst-,
| An somewhK; like ar agent s tH,nk,
| Eo' must talk fast, talk al luok,
No' see da1 man er eRtin duck,
| W hat writes his name Ri calls II PncE,
! Well neOer mind, but wait tllI night
An hear him yell Fetch me er light
Say. Josh Trump. pass up dem beets,
Whoopee-ee-ee, Josh, han roun' dem
| sweets
| But Josh eats on, no time ter stop or
talk,
Case his appetite WIZ neber known ter
balk.
! Now who am dat wild de chicken wing
Er slyly peepin' a. Signals ring:
| Why OATS Miss Lola widout or doubt.
Now watch her 'mirers git erbout.
Il tell yo' what l Sc gittin mad"
SeZ Miss NitR ter er GRIMM lad,
| ..f ! oin MI ,r-iI
Ter fool you fellows, oh my soul"
Look at Chips, oh hit him on de back
-Four dozen apple pies an her liowed
de stack;
Now ain't he picter, he choked in de
neck,
An looks like de boy on de burnin
deck.
furthermore, hab se~l many er paw
But de one dSt b1ongs ter Mhrse Gee
Haw
Is shoah TO grab de biggest bite,
Den up ter his face an it's outer sight
Likewise, also, am Hopper Clod,
De man what ploughs de fertile sod,
He eats and sweats fur all he's wuff
An yells out loud, Bring on de stuff. ,
Now right round dar de Editor stands
Wild blackberry jam all ober his hands
He seems, howeber, ter enjoy de treat
Do praps he's tinkin', ''T'aint hard tel
beat"
An now, kind reader, gins ter see
Dat nuthin' aint LETT for you an me,
So jes as well fix up ter skip
AS ter set out heah an smack my lip
Use sorry, howeber, fur desc few lines
AS dey neber sprang from de poets
minds,
Nobody viii own dem, nobody will sigl
An Josh can't be hired ter say, "De.
are mine"
Mr.. Editor, we found the above line
stuck under our old hat band the othe
day. Now it would be extremely diff
cult to say just how they got there o
who the author is, suffice it to say tina
we commend his sagacity in keeping
his identity secret. We sincerel,
beg ) Jour pardon, MIR. Editor, for sub
hitting them for publication. W.