Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1899-10-10
SPINNING WHEEL.

SPINNING WHEEL. {
THE BOY IN THE LIBRARY.
Hell surely be a poet, for Shakespeare
in his line
He's torn three pages from Macbeth and
six from ''Cymbeline.'
A scholar also shall he be who learning rare
shall seek;
He's TUNED the leaves of Homer and b.otted
half the Greek.
He viii excel in painting, with lamp-black.
pencils, all:
He's drawn the family portraits upon the
He'll surely take to sculpture, for there,
upon the floor.
Lies that new bust of Byron that SHOWS ii
nose no more.
Alas. the library's tumbled. my books ali
out of place:
But dearer to his mother are the roses on
his face. -
She chideS and then she kisses hlln "Niie
| MY anger keep:
And NV he's in her arms and she is singing
him TO sleep.
Frank J.. Stantcn III Atlanta (ohS'itu'ioh'
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4 well-known photographer of Ne"
York recently had his country house over
hauled, says the San Francisco Argo-
nant 4 new skylight was added and
extensive alterations were made IN tbs
roof. The men engaged on the job took
their time and did not overwork them
selves which did not prevent the roofer
from presenting a bill almost as steep rs
his calling When the owner of the
house expostulated, it was explained 70
him that the men had to be paid for their
time. and they had spent several days Gu
the Job. No wonder" said the pho
tographer; and then he produced Il num-
Der of snapshot photographs, represent
ing the men on the roof of his house as
taken from the attic window of an adj
joining building. Some were sitting
smoking. some were reading newspapers.
and others were lying on their backs.
Why said the aStoniShed roofer, these
are my men," Exactly" responded the
owner, land these pictures explain why
they took such a long time over the job.
Crimsonbeall-''Yo never hear anyone
speak of the white horse and the red
headed girl now
Yeast-"No: guess the white horses
have all died.
Perhaps it's the girls who have
dyed. @-Yonkers Statesman.
While in Tacoma recent Eastern Wis
itor went down on the bridge overlook
ground below the bluff. and gazed at 500
government mules ready to be shipped to
Manila. They were Il sturdy lot of AMI
mails. and with their stamping, kicking,
braying and tail switching made that
part of Tacoma a lively scene. What
do you think of it?' asked Il Tacoma
friend. Quite a sight" the visitor re-
Piled You are not SO much impressed
with it, then, as Thad Huston was" the
native observed. How is that lac was
asked. Why, Thad came down here
the other day, and after Il few minutes
inspection of those mules, remarked:
That's Il hell of place to hold Demo
cratic cOnvention-isn't it, y
THAT man Aguinaldo,' said the com
placent chump, appears to be iRdalging
great deal IN peanut politics. How
SO: inquired the young man who never
eats veal. why, isn't he numbered
among hose who also ran?"-St. Paul
Globe.
One of the applicants for consulate
in Japan, while James @. Blaine was
secretary Of state, was the late Samuel
kimberley of Baltimore, who died in the
service in Central America. After he
had presented his credentials. Mr.. Blaine
said: Il should like to appoint you, Nh
Kimberley, but | have made it Il rule
to recommend no one who does not speak
the language of the country to which he
IS sent. Do you speak JapaneSe?' Cert
t-talnly,. Mr. Blaine stammered Mr..
Kimberley: "a-a-aSk me s-s-something in
J-J-Japanese and Ill a-a-a-answer you"
Mr.. Blaine had not a word to say, but
the japanese post went to another man,
all the same, and Kimberley went to
Central America. One day Kimberley
met young woman who threw her arms
impulsively around his neck and kissed
him. Seeing her mistake, she drew back
and angrily asked: Aren't you Mr..
Jones'! 'N-no-no, madam" replied
Kimberley, bowling; I'm n-n-not, but |
w-w-wish to thunder | w-w-was'
The Prompter-"So your wife has
gone into vaudeyille?'
The Comedian-"Yes.''
The Comedian-"Oh curtain lectures.
| suppose. ''-Philadelphia Bulletin.
Il discovered a peculiar thing in my
room last night" said the snake editor.
kissing bug, | suppose" said the horse
reporter.
No; it had four legs and only one
foot replied the snake editor
Been mixing your drinks again, eh 2"
queried the equine authority. What
was it anyway
"A bed" answered the other as he
winked knowingly at the office cat.-Bos,
ton Journal.
Our heroine turned like hunted tigress
brought to bay.
Why do you pursue me?" she Kissed.
Because" replied the villain, craftily.
But persecution had transformed Mar,
garet Van Alstyne; she was no longer
the intenseiy-WOmanly woman she had
hitherto been.
That is no reason at all!'' she shrieked,
and frederick skunk away. crushed and
miliated-Detroit Journal.
An English police inspector being in
formed that a hotelkeeper was serving
game out of season, visited the restau-
rant in plain clothes and ordered dinner:
waiter, partridge for me-" The inSpec-