The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1899-09-13
FROM THE FIRST WARD.

city and Washington Park. These
boats carried large crowds of passen-
gers and would encircle the fleet each
trip to give their patrons an oppor-
tunity to view these monster war yes
sells. The city was in gala appearance
and train load after train load of G..
A. r. men came pouring in day and
night with bands playing and ban
ners unfurled to the breeze. These
old war veterans marched to the old
and familiar air of Away Down
South in Dixie.
James Moonan, the accommodating
foreman in the milling and grinding
department of the Lambertville Rub
Der Company's works, spent several
days upon the mountains in the coal
district of Pennsylvania. James had
been anticipating trip for some time,
and was undecided just where to
spend the time to the best advantage
and at the least expense. At last an
opportunity presented itself, and Mr..
Moonan grasped it.
Some people find change i'll going
off with the crowd to the seashore to
lay around on the sandy beach with as
few clothes on their limbs as Adam
wore previous to the landing of our
Pilgrim fathers, while those of a more
Druidical nature ask for nothing bet
ter than to escape from the artificial
habits of society and spend n week in
the mountain wildernesses. among the
gnates and mosquitoes and snakes
and tall trees aud native bugs, there
to commune with nature and throw
off the wearisome worries that crawl
into fellows soul through the pores
where the sweat of toll oozes out.
John Crowley, ESQ.,, arrived home
last Wednesday evening after sue
cessful trip through Ohio and Ken
lucky, selling duck boots and shoes
for the Lambertville Rubber Com
pany. Mr.. G. has done remarkably
well upon this, his first season, and
he feels proud to realize the fact that
he has done so we'll. This is of course
encouraging both to himself and the
company.
The boys get little hot under the
collier yet upon the national game and
watch the daily papers to see each
days game and Jolly" one another
upon the winner. Some seem to
know beforehand who the winner of
the pennant will be, but we guess
they will all know more about it after
they see it in print than before.
Who has bird-cage on his head,
bed-tick on his hand,
Who wears Goldfish dam i'll front
Before the big grand stand
The catcher.
Who gives the ball an awful twist
And makes it ''valse" i'll air,
So when the batter hits it hard
The sheepskin isn't there
The pitcher.
Who, when the batter bangs the ball,
And on his bosom slides,
Come down ON him with Trilby feet
And puts him out besides?
The first baseman.
Who takes hot liners, catches flies,
Is always out of place,
Who plays left field and cent? field,
Right field and second base
The shortstop.
Who is it, when the game is tie,
Don't know what he's about,
And when the home team makes n hit,
Declares the striker out
The umpire.
Who wants to break the umpire's neck,
And kick him clean in two;
Who never plays, but kicks and tells
The players what to do ?
The rooter.
Parties who make practice OF
lodging upon Charles Canes grocery
store porch and committing all kinds
of nuisances, will wake up some fine
morning and find the Joke is on some
one else. "Charley" has been ad-
vised to get pot of red paint and
paint his porch each night after clos
ing his store. This, no doubt, will
show the culprit up by daylight.
The hope Of reward is what makes
it interesting to fish in muddy water.
If we could sec the bottom of the
pool and notice the absence OF fish,
we would quit splitting on our hooks
and go to picking berries
Some good people take up the white
man meanness, instead of his bur
den, and never discover their mis-
take.
The printing office waste basket and
the capitalist get about all the good
things that come along. They have
swallowed the fondest hope of many a
hungry man.
If publishers would print the stuff
that goes into the waste basket for
one month, a whole lot of neighbor-
hood scandal would get aired and
some of the air-holes would be found
in the editor.
Conscience has great time pre-
venting our self esteem from fiattering
us into thinking we are all wool and a
yard wide.
1t is not good that man should be
left alone. In fact, man isn't safe
when he is alone He can't be a man
and be alone for any length of time.
Man goes to seed, runs wild, goes to
the devil full tilt if left absolutely
alone. 1t is hardly necessary to say
80, but we do believe every man has
his unreasonable moments, his period
of mental alterations, his days of