The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1900-12-07

Until the DELL Tor recess is rung.
Our troublesome boys and mischievous girls
For as soon as they're given some work 10 do
They'll let their mischief go.
And now think we've done very well
Talking TO each other;
So let US say 10 our dear friends,
This is how we've earned our dollar.
Mrs. +. III. BURTON
Oh would that might tell thee with tongue
The way by Which my honest dollar came
To join its fellow dollars the Society to aid.
For tongues Of flame are but the fitting end
or WOOD that's split while backs do ache and
bend.
And tho you all may think SO, say it is no
For the result of my hard labor has all gone
pin smoke.
Mrs. M. F. SHAW AND Mrs. G. r. BONE
We earned our dollar easily,
For we are kodak fiends, you see;
Orders we take and promptly I'LL,
And we never present an exorbitant bill.
MRS. McMrLLEN--
There came @ man TO our town,
Who looked for Buffers bank,
Which could not be found.
He said II this check You viii discount,
Ill be glad TO give you any amount.
SO the check cashed and SlU0 made,
Which gave TO the Congregational Aid.
I was told dollar must get;
oh, Is II not funny how Ig0t that money,
cashed check.
Mrs. +. B. BARNES
arose one morn at the break OF day,
And earned 80 cents this simple way:
washed i've shirt waists and starched with
care,
And hung them out TO dry in the open air.
i ir0ned them then and put them away,
And went to my husband to collect my pay.
1 rested from labor month or two.
WI While waiting for something else TO do.
30 made long garment my husband TO en-
fold.
Plain side out and the fieecy side in.
My husband wore 1t with JOY and pride,
Praised me and gave me 80 cents beside.
Mrs. N. TosTEyIN--
| Sing O song OF sixpence,
A pocket full Of rhymes;
| Poets OF the Ladies' Aid
| Drawn up In line,
TO tell how they earned dollar
| In their last vacation time.
| Some, like the old woman who never told lies,
mended a paif Of my husbands pants,
| For which could nnd neither rhyme nor re-
| nance.
Mrs. j. L, ARMoR--
A card from the secretary Of the Ladies' Aid
| Requests dollar and tell how 1t was made,
/ All In rhy me, altho' every one knows,
Earning oregon dollars Is always prose.
Well to earn that dollar began to plan,
And thought OF Mr.. Davidson, the cannery
man,
And the tomatoes and beans and garden stuff
lie had said,over and over, he hadn't enough.
| There were beans In the garden, both yellow
| and green,
AS tender and crisp as ever were seen;
| There were blackberries, ripe, juicy and sweet
And now TO earn that dollar my plans were
complete.
And baskets and buckets were soon full, run.
with beans from the garden. green as the
And = crate full OF berries, fresh from the vine
For puddings or pies, for cordial or wine.
SO here is my dollar, shining ana bright.
That you asked me TO earn and bring here
And this Is the ode to the berries and beans,
Which helped me TO earn It, without other
means.
Mrs. L. Il. SAVAGE
My poetry is blank verse.
Mrs. AUGUSTA PRIcR---
This lady said she couldn't compose lines tc
suit her so she called upon the editor OF the
Glacier, whose machine was set 10 work and
turned out this GEM:
i Some earn money by washing pans,
But earned mine by labelling cans.
MISS VAN WICK
had four thousand socks to darn within q
And then to tell the way twas done in enter
tanning rhyme.
lay awake three weeks or more to think
And Ii new into my head so bad most forgot
70 pray
SO when knew my hour had come to read
these lines aloud,
My heart went plumb down TO my heels tc
i face this laughing crowd.
They'd rips nom here to Egypt and to India'l
i coral strand:
Then they started back across lots round the
equatofs torrid band.
Some gathered round the edges, drew them
up and tied the yarn,
For I'm teaching shortcut methods, how tc
"simplify the darn
One fixed with stick'em plaster, like pan
cake, smooth and round.
Patted neatly with the ladle I'LL I'd glued Il
safe and sound.
one ! stopped up whole and solid with 1
brand OF chewing gum;
But 1t felt some like pebble, and IL stEucl
the wearer dumb.
Some darned o mile a minute on the out
ward going stretch;
But II seemed about million nom the sighl
I'D often fetch.
one hole there was, dark and awful, moth
4 ing bout this that was tame;
So built cabin round II so nobody'd jumI
my claim.
Here's tale OF woe and sorrow, 'nough tc
But think ID better Gloss this. or you'll
soon be all asleep.
MRs. MARY CLARK
This dollar | cheerfnily give TO The Aid
| l earned with work similar to the man with
the spade
At the kitchen piano, by dillgent practice,
Two warm summer mornings before breakfast
MRs. II. ]. FREDRRIcKs--
To Paradise Farm one day went,
To see Ii could earn cent
And to my great surprise found,
Instead OF a cent earned half crown.
Upon the ladder did stand
reached and pulled, scratched my hands
/ Picking luscious Royal Annes.
Itore my clothes. wore out my shoes,
| thought never would get through;
| Now, sixty cents of the dollar earned,
| My mind / 10 the forty turned;
| So 90 the valley then went
/ And there, mid trees, pitched NV tent;
/ And picking hops the forty earned,
| Thomeward then my footsteps turned,
Determined that, whatever came,
| 10 earn dollar would never try again.
Mrs. +. g. BRosIus---
Once upon E time. as the story-tellers say,
| determined TO earn my dollar In this way.
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