Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1900-08-16

have wondered quite so much.
1t is said the longer we live the
more we find out, and the more
we learn. we find that the vast
majority of this old earth's pop
ulation never turn the microscope
of inspection on themselves. If
they did they might be able to
see themselves as others see
them.
We predicted our con6scation
last issue. There is only a little
of us left and we wish we were
anything but a gumdrop, for we
are nearly melted with the Their
mometer standing at 1O2 in the
shade.
We will endeavor to chronicle
the doings of our neighbors or
friends or their friends friends.
We leave that to "Crackerjack"
for fortunately that worthless
nose is long and what he don t
know and see is not worth men,
tioning. He must have eyes all
around his head and one on top
of his pate for good measure, and
when we go item hunting we run
amuck or right smack dab up
against that fellow, get all tan
gled up and we come out of the
fray at the small end of the horn,
curtailed, censored or some such
thing, consequently, we are pom
dering upon the idea of launch
ing into politics for job. We
used to yell for the Republican
party but our coat got so rusty
we had to turn it to be present
able. So we have about conc1ud-
ed to hurrah for Bryan for a
change.
We understand from reliable
source that our handsome school
board have chosen from among
several excellent applicants a
Miss Anna Botsford to teach our
coming term of eight months
school. She comes to them high
ly recommended by the Presi-
dent of the Kansas State Normal
of Emporia. She is the posses
sor of state certificate and has
fine musical education having
taken a three years course in
that art. We are pleased to hear
this as we love to see the children
learn to sing as well as figure.
Found-Among the letters that
blew into our back yard last week
we rescued the following poem.
1t is evidently the authors first
attempt to give vent to his pent
up feelings, and it was certainly
written by hand, backed by an
aching heart. To us it smacks
of the medley sort of rhyme or
rhythme. yet as we have previous
ly stated we are no poet and it
may not be expedient for us to
even guess at the authors intent
but we make bold to assert that
if the author would just grid up
his loins and buckle on the breast
plate of pluck and perseverance
before the war in China is over
and the starving in India regain
their avoirdupois he will have
lain Kipling and his jungle tales
in the shade:
MY SWEETHEART.
Where, oh where is my sweetheart gone.
Oh where, oh where has he bin?
haven't seen him since last Sunday morn
I'm afraid he has been struggling again.
| He promised he'd ever be true to me
But he has made himsels scarce of late,
I'm afreid he's been with another girl,
Oh, sweetheart, my love, my fate.
Sweetheart, my sweetheart
Could you SO unfaithful prove,
Could you, tho you haven't proposed to
me yet,
Prove treacherous and change your lover
Oh, sweetheart, my sweetheart,
Do eyes of azure blue,
Allure you from me to you,
And leave me broken-hearted for your
(Signed) Brown EYES.
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