The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1900-10-17
SPINNING WHEEL.
TIE ALTERNATIVE.


Throw away the rope, love,
That about my neck l did intend to tightly
draw?
Give me just a word, love;
Say my passions heard, love,
And that for no one but me you really care
a straw.
Chocolate creams and tarts, love,
Gifts from each our hearts, love-.
Marbles, tops and hair ribbons, and many
Il mystic packet
You were just turned seven, love;
was not eleven, love,
When you first accepted me q wore Nor
folk Jacket.
Wandered we away, love, sse
From our parents sway, love,
to get for you a water lily from the paoi,
And when l was found, love,
Very nearly drowned, love,
All our plans fell through, for l bun
died off to school.
Spirit of my youth, love,
Watt to me the truth, love,
Come thy words to me diffusing perfume
on the air.
When | hear thy voice, love,
Shall my heart rejoice, love?
Or WILT carry tiding of misfortune and de-
spairing.
And if tits a nay, love,
TO all I've to say, love,
To my, forehead l shall press pistol barrel
bright,
And of me- forlorn, love,
In black you'll have to mourn love,
A color, love, in which you say you look 4
perfect fright! Punch.
At ministers meeting held this week
the following story was told on Metho-
dist prea cher who has recently taken q
church in a small town not far from New
York. Rev. Mr.. Smith as he may be
called has wife who is consistent. She
does not approve Of working On Sunday.
One Of the members Of the congregation,
Brother Jones, was recommended to her
as a dealer in good butter. She went to
his store on Monday morning and asked
for some fresh butter.
Il can guarantee this butter is fresh,
Mrs. Smith," he said, because it was
made yesterday"
what! Made on Sunday. Mr.. Jones?"
she replied. Il certainly will not buy it,
and l am surprised at you selling it,
Brother Jones was hurt and week
later he called on the minister's wife with
more butter and an apology.
This butter was not made on Sunday,
he said, land [ am of your way of think
ing about working ON Sunday"
Mrs. Smith was delighted at making a
convert and bought the butter, offering a
ten-dollar bill in payment. Brother Jones
could not change it, so Mrs. Smith went
to the nearest store and received in ex-
change for the bill a lot of small change.
When she offered to pay Brother Jones
he said:
rs that money part of your has-
bands salary?"
ut is" said Mrs. Smith
"Then [ can't take it; it was made on
Sunday" and off he went with his but
ter.
"Hit do pear lax Providence is on
my side said the colored brother. YOU
know los my lef' arm in de sawmill
las year?"
"Well, I got $50 damage fer dat; en-
fo' I'd half spent de money, along come
de railroad en- cut off Williams leg, en-
| got so much money fer dat | amt done
countin' it yit! If Providence des stan :
by me, en- dey keep on a-hackin' at us,
We'll soon be Twin in q painted house
wild two brick chimneys! '-Atlanta Cen
stitution.
Mother" said the little 5-year-old boy
in plaintive voice, why don't | have
a papa like other boys?'''
''You have one, Tonto," she replied.
'But l never see him. Where is hep
''Your father left home four years ago,
darling. We had a little racket about
the bean soup, and he got mad and left. "
map
Il hope So darling. Yes, hope heav-
en- will bring him back to us. There is
| the bell Suppose it should"
| 1t was.
swell. l said the soup was burned -
remarked the returned wanderer, as he
loafed in and looked at the. mother.
'And l said it wasn't" she replied.
''What, do you still defy me?'
The soup was all right, and I'll stick
to it."
go to put in another four years in Eu-
rope"
Papa whimpered the kid.
Henry called the wife
| But he had turned the corner and was
out of sight. and the bean soup question
was settled for another forty ight
Observation-Disclosures Post.
| Now, the train was laundering on
with it's load Of human freight toward
the abyss with great rapidity
ALIAS" cried Gladys, Il have no red
skirt to wave"
For it was she who stood beside the
track.
| It suddenly occurred to her that the
| engineer was a woman.
Taking off her brand-new hat, she
| waved that.
/ vi COulSc TIC Train w DIS udllGu. IO
inspect the hat? The idea!-Indianap
Press.
| The wagon struck the rear wheel of the
bicycle and the rider was thrown onto a
pile Of bricks. The cyclist raised himself
on one elbow, reached an arm toward a
side pocket and collapsed insensible
| A police sergeant felt in the pocket and
drew out a flask labeled -. j. Jones, 40
Duke street,
| go to 40 Duke street." said the SER
geant to policeman, ''and tell Mrs. Jones
| that Mr.. Jones has"
| The sergeant paused, and drew hand
mirror from the other pocket.
''Tell Mr.. Jones that Mrs. Jones has
A bystander, who was assisting, tickled
the cyclists lips with feather he was
trying to burn under the nostrils.
The cyclist smiled and murmured
"Charlie!'
Tell Mr.. and Mrs. Jones that Miss
Jones has met with an accident" con-