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

But fearing to overstock the market If per-
sisted,
The opportunities for "sinirers" resisted.
MRs. JAMES GRAHAM
One dollar made,
But not with spade.
did work at home,
Ano did not further roam.
Mrs. A. B. CANFIELD--
To earn dollar seemed so easy,
laughed till was almost wheezy;
But when came TO look around,
And ponder where IL conld be found,
must confess couldn't see where
I'd find the coin-thats on the square.
thought OF pickles, both sour and sweet,
And all the things that people eat;
But with all the cooks on every hand,
feared I'd hustle to beat the band,
And then be told, at the end Of all,
That I'D get the dollar some other fall.
In this dilemma asked a witch.
Old Indian Jennie, who wears no switch;
She told me 10 let the eating go hang
And turn my attention 10 rattlety-bang,
took the first urchin saw by the collar,
And for piano lesson got big dollar.
MRS. ]. L. HERsHNER--
Tell me not In mournful numbers
Life is simply time for slumbers,
For the ladies OF our Society
Must earn dollar without notoriety.
80 at work set to make some candy
stirred and pulled till 1t turned out dandy:
80 with basket on arm left the house
As stealthily and quietly as any mouse.
walked the streets OF our town
Till sold the candy, every pound;
But as went from door 70 door,
Not one lady said, "Come some more"
MRS. G. ]. HAYES
No romance is wove around my dollar In
In earning it there is nothing peculiar or
IJust churned the cream and got golden butter:
Now, here is my dollar without frown or
mutter.
Mrs. M. A. COOK
The most perplexing time ween,
OF all my earthly days,
Was wondering how I'd earn ten dimes.-
thought OF many ways.
At last, through pity, husband said,
"I'll give you quarters four,
II you will make me two new shirts
Buttoned down before"
Had he proposed trip to Mars.
Or to the polar climes,
would have felt about as sure
Ofearning those few dimes.
But courage wins In every race,
And / thought with Sigh,
What others have done, can do;
I'D make the shirts or die.
SO went shopping down 70 Rand's.
Bought black sateen and thread.
Got a pattern and cut them out,
This said, tits not all said.
The hours OF weary toll spent,
A record was not kept.
Enough to wash them while they last,
The briny tears wept.
stitched the bosoms fancy like,
Two pockets put in one.
tried to work the cloth all In,
At last they both were done.
| Now husband haunts the backmost streets
When down town he mustgo.
He VOWS he's proud of his new shirts,
"Wife made 'em, don't you know"
He says, "there's not much 1T to them,
Still, they resemble shirts"
confess when he smiles and winks
He probes O wound that hurts.
see them in my startled dreams,
They haunt me on the linei
Confront me like o phantom dark
| When on that "hub" Of mine.
| II some kind tramp would only steal
Them when hung out to dry;
| But alas, fear he would think
| Them crows about to fly.
While In despair see gleam
| Ofhope In these wild rymes,
| And though blunder have made,
| I'll try again for dimes.
Mrs. r. f. HARRISON
The earning of dollars is somewhat In my line
But it's pretty hard matter to make a gooc
And while / believe that can make money
l fear that my rhyming will sound rather
| funny.
The way that earned this dollar in cash
Was by peeling potatoes and mixing up hash
| BY keeping the baby from running out doors
And helping my husband do part of the chores
So while keep moving at q steady gait,
| With an eye out for everything, early and late
| The shek els keep coming in moderate stream
But the way they keep going makes the eagle