San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-06-27
MOTLEY MUSINGS.
In Poetry and Prose by ouerque for
the Sunday Light.

are nothing to the poor exiled bachelor.
Ye married men, who live at ease with
darned socks. warm welcomes, WELL
sewn-on buttons and cosy firesides; We
unmarried men who have mothers and
aunts, sisters of your own and sisters
OF other people, pity the poor bachelor,
stranded solitary, un-mended and but
tonless on the hard life of city board
ing house!
I'm tired of frolic and spree
They're nothing to me but a bore!
I loathe the licentious latch-key,
That opens my boarding house door.
/ sicken when dinner draws near,
I'm weary Of beef and of mutton,
1 dread lest my clothes I shall tear,
Or wrench off the weak-minded but
ton
An Eden without any Eve
1t seems is strange paradox,
And my solitude often I grieve.
When my eye is devoted to socks.
o bachelor, here is the rub.
That makes a man face married
woes
Than be forced to repair your own
clothes.
And besides you can't do it! Your
idea is to take a needle, thread it
somehow, double the thread, tie a knot
at the end, stick the needle in, and
force it through with the help of the
table. The needle breaks, and you get
another bigger one; the thread gets
tangled and you say wrong words;
then you give a mighty pull and every
thing comes up in bunchi AS for
sewing on buttons,-a sailor manages
it all right with wire; but the ordinary
bachelor looks round furtively for
hammer and tacks and finally uses so
much thread that the button won't
button
Bachelor, bachelor, get you to bed
You've broken your needle and tangled
your thread.
Bachelor, bachelor, rum for your life
Quit all your sewing and reap a rich
wife.
When a married man starts on a
| journey, his valise is comfortably
packed for him with all that is neces
sary-shoes done up in paper, dressing
linen and surrounded by a miscellan-
he-wants, and no trouble, whilst the
poor bachelor starts with tooth brush
and sponge jammed into his shoes
which are sandwiched between clean
appliance complete, clean everything
eous assortment of garments and one
sock.
When a mans single he lives at his
ease
| Do what you like and go as you please;
| When a mans married still better he
fares
Your packing's poem, your garments
in pairs.
The married man has many mercies;
but the bachelor may glorify his mis-
fortunes, If he will dedicate his extra
leisure to some grand purpose, and
learn that most noble of attributes
the power to stand alone.
See the poor wretch, bowed by mis-
fortunes, deserted by friends, scorned
by the world, with everything against
him, a miserable spectacle as he lies
in the Keeling slough Of despair! But
he struggles bravely with the pestifer-
Gus roots, he tramples the deadly slime
shakes from him the loathsome stains,
and as he rises. alone and unaided, and
the first rays of the sun returning pros
perity touch his brow, he is a sight
wherein gods and men may look with
wistful eyes.
Mark the tall mountain top
Standing alone
Light on it's crest did drop
Ere the sun shone.
Hark to the trumpet call
Sounding alone
Clearly the warnings fall,
Trenchant its tone.
See Vesper's lucid eye
Shining alone
Brighter than midnight sky
Jewel bestrewn.
So heavens hero great
Standing alone,
Bows to relentless fate
Making no moan.
But the bachelor has his pipe and
may smoke where he likes, and keep
dogs which sleep on the couch. and
worry cushions, and throw matches on
the floor, and put his feet on the man
tel-piece, and come home late with
vague ideas as to key-hoes and politics
and run no risk of curtain lectures,
baby-tending, strengthening, shop
ping or any other fierce denizen of the
happy home"
fear no fierce spring cleaning
Or wife who will have her own
way,
1 don't care if babies want weaving;
For am bachelor gay!
fear no curtain lectures,
Or the duty of shopping all day,
1 study no hat architecture;
For am bachelor gay!