Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1898-11-10
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p, The cat had scratched little Mel
Irving to keep back the tears. sh
held out her hand and said: "Pus
sy, give me that pin Immediately.
Exchange.
DoN'T WORRY ABoUT THE Ed
TOR.-The editor has IA charter frou
the state to act as doormat for tn
community. He will get the pdpe
out somehow and stand up for tn
town and whOop it up for you whel
you run for office and lie abOu
your big-fOOted son when he gets
81 week job and weep over you
shrlveled soul when it is released
from its grasping body and smile
at your wife's second marriage
Don't worry about the editor; he'll
get along. The Lord only knows
hOw-but somehow.-EXchange.
RESENTED HIS INsINUATIoN.-The
sympathetic old lady looked at him
with pity as he sat there eating the
moldy crust that she had fished out
of the bread box.
What" she asked after he had
gulped down the last mOuthful, lis
the matter with your foot? l see
that you have u quilt tied around
it,"
"Ma'am," replied Ragged Rube,
'dat's de result of high livin'. I've
got bad case of gout from meetin'
SO many people like you dat insist
on stufiir' me wild dainty luxuries."
1.-The horrible sarcastic thing"
she exclaimed, as he hObbled out the
gate, "if he ever comes around here
again, I'll scald him n'-Ex.
ATTHE TICKET WINDow.-"When
does the next train that stops at
McAllistersville leave here?"
you'll have to wait four hours
Il think not"
well, maybe you know better
than l do, ma'am."
ayes, sir, and may be you know
better than l do whether I'm eX-
pecting to travel on that train N.Y.
self or whether l am inquiring for
n relative that's visiting at my
house and wanted me to call here
and ask about it and save her the
trouble because she's packing up
her things and expects to take that
train herself and not me and she'll
have to do the waiting and not me
and maybe you think it's your bus
mess to stand behind there and try
to instruct people about things
they know as well as you do if not
better. but my idea is you're put
there because they couldn't use you
in the switching department and
perhaps you'll learn some day to
give people civil answers when they
ask you civil questions, young man,
my opinion is you won't"
with a gasp) Yes, ma'am."-l
Chicago Tribune.
JOHNNIE HAD EN- RATTLED.-"YOul
ought to have seen Mr. Marshall
when he called Oh Dolly The ctLet
night" remarked Johnnie Conklin
enthusiastically to his sisters
young man who was taking tea
with the family. IL tell you he
looked fine IA sitting there alongside
of her with his arm"
johnnie" gasped his sister, her
face assuming the color of boiled
lobster.
"Well, so he did," persisted John
ME. "He had his arm"
'John," screamed his mother
frantically as she made reach for
his ear and upset the contents of
the tea-po in the company's lap.
"Why," whined the now badly
frightened boy, II Was
"You boy" roared his father,
"get out!
And Johnnie got, crying as he
went: II was only going to say he
had his army clothes on, and Dolly
knows he did, too."-Exchange.
VERsELEss RHYME.-This is the
way the editor feels when he does
his sentiment in blank verse:
Il would flee from the city's rule
and law-from its fashions and
forms cut loose-and go where the
straw berry grows on its straw and
the gooseberry grows on its goose
where the catnip tree is climbed by
the cat as she clutches for her prey
the guileless and unsuspecting
rat on the rattan bush at play; l
will catch with ease the saffron COW
and the cowlet in their glee, as they
leap in joy from bough to bough on
the top of cowslip tree; and list
while the partridge drums his drum
and the woodchuck chucks his
wood, and the dog devours the dog
wood plum in the primitive soli-
tude.
20 let me drink from the moss
grown pump, that was hewn from
the pumpkin tree. Eat mush and
milk from a rural stump, from folly
and fashions free-new gathered
mush from the mushroom vine, and
milk from the mllkweed sweet
with pineapple from the pine. And
then to the white washed dairy I'll
turn, where the dairymaid hasten
ing hies, her ruddy and golden-red
butter to churn from the milk of
her butterflies; and I'll rise at morn
with the earliest bird, to the frag
rant farmyard pass, and watch
while the farmer turns his herd OF
grasshoppers out to grass.
ciiic Union.
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