The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-10-30

and next best verses will be sung In sue
cession.
The first verse of Miss Hollins song is!
There are many kinds of kisses,
Each moustache has it's thrilli
A fool is she who misses
The kind that fills the bill.
Oscillation Is a pleasure
Which gives to life it's Zest.
And the man I love forever
Is the one that kisses best.
y Just a little new sentiment was re-
ceived In one submitted by G. L. James,
Of Eau Claire. Wis, who thinks the
baby's first kisses are the sweetest. The
verse is as follows:
There's a kiss which breat hes like heaven
In spring when growing warm,
There's the kiss which bursts like leaven
There are novel kinds of blisses
For. all the days one lives;
But the sweetest kind Of kisses
Are the first the baby gives
One man took Pegasus out for a drive,
and this is his result:
Oh, kiss received by darkness
Tastes better than by light
The image of a highness
Is very soon applied
For it may be very Dewey
Or taken on a Schley, 4
Old Sampson be the giYer,
We ask not the reason why.
From Long Prairie comes .thist
Love, come In the evening,
Or come IN the morning,
Come when you're looked for
Or come without warning:
Kisses, sweet Kisses
You'll find here before you
And the oftener you come
The more III adore you.
Some one on East Seventh street pro-
fesses experience, and ~pleasurable ex-
perience. too. One verse is: -
There are many kinds of kisses
Who may think they al the bill,
Without moustaches, that have a
Of.osculation am Quite judge.
Listen girls, llsteu you why;
I've kissed since / was sweet sixteen.
And expect to kiss until / die
Here are two from Big Stone city,
Some prefer faustac heless kisses
Tasting like q salt1ess egg.
There's the maid who fondly wishes
For the kind that makes her beg
For little air and respite
From the tickle and the thrill
OF the military moustache
Which at present fills the bill.
A sweet kiss is always sweeter
Stolen meath the twinking stars,
Walking down the lane to meet her
Kiss her first across the bars,
Vault into the dewy meadows,
., Clasp her tightly to your breast.
There among the, deep'nin shadows
Take the kiss that's always best.
ACROSS the Bars" may be all right
in Big Stone City, but the song editor In
clines to the belief that on the mouth Is
much better place, and beside dewy
meadows might breed neuralgia, OF pos
sibly some affection Of the heart. No
name is given by the Norris street con-
tributor, who writes:
A kiss from child is pure delight,
From a youth. 1t is serene,
But the kiss Of a lover when parting at
That kiss is Just like a dream,
There's the kiss that's gtven-the one we
steal
And the one that awakes us all through
Is the kiss Of man that's true
c.. L. H. sends this,
Misses lips were made for kisses
And we like that fellow best
Who will dare to taste their blisses
Without making request
Not the Hobson kind of kisses
That resounded to the sky
But delicious, Dewey kisses
That are taken on the Schley.
Here are two from one author:
Men of age who should be wiser
Ask a woman for kiss;
Don't do thati Just Hobsonize f1ert
Smack upon the lips like this;
Then again her lips are pursed
But you never would have got It
If you'd stopped to ask her first
There is naught in life so pleasing
AS kissing on the sly,
Come, stoop down and take one, honey,
You see they don't come high,
Oh, love kiss well seasoned
With a gentle all-round hug;
But the kiss that makes me bug-house
Is that Of the kissing bug.
From st. Peter street comes this:
Every pretty mouths winner,
Sweet lips were made to kiss,
Now be you saint or sinner
Please to remember this,
That variety Is pleasing,
No two are Just the same
And at kissing or at squeezing
You will find me in the game
A young woman Of South Wabasha
street writes:
OF the many kinds of kisses
That fill my hearts delight
Are not the sad and parting
And welcome kisses light
But the one that Cupid's Turing
Into my heart assuring
And most rapturously seals
Ia ho oil ~