The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1901-09-03
WITH TRIFIFs
WHEN BABE,s Asr

WIEN bfNbEO A0LEEFs F.NNN "
Why Is it that, when babes asleep, a
The wee sweet laughing dimpies creep
Into her cheeks. she seems TO keep
A tryst where angels pinions sweep,
When babes asIeepf
Is it that. far beyond the skies,
Her soul harks back to paradise,
And lying there with eIose-shut eyes
She hears the angel lullabys.
When babes asleepl
Why do her rosebud lips beguile
Ny cares, with such angelic vile
I cen must smile, TO see her smile
That helps to while the weary while,
When babes asleepl
Is it that she doth fit afar,
To find her own souls natal star,
And in her dreams, with neer a jar,
GIides back where erst companions are,
When babes asleepf 3
Doth she regret this being sent
On earthly. earking mission bent.
And seeking goes where erstwhile pent
Her soul with other souls was blent,
When babes aseepi
would tina, 1 the rune might read;
Why dimptes, rosy dimpies. lead
A smile-ah, how her smile doth Plead
To my old heart I'm glad indeed
When babes asleep.
Al. not for me to enter in
Her JOY, or ever hope to win
The answer still my hope hath been
That tbs not coic makes her grin,
When babes asleep.
It is supposed that Millionaire Flaglets girl wifi.
stuck on his figure. It occupies about eight columns in
bank book.
Philander {. Knox has proved just as much Of a Phas
ierer as the republicans could have hoped for.
Oh, Croker, we're ~aiting down here by the dock,
And the T@ammany tiger grows leery,
For reformers. you know. are beginning to knock,
And your absence is making us weary. !.
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The sultan rose up in his wrath, and shrieked he:
by the domes aud the spires OF Stamboull
This second demand seems an outrage to mel
Do you think that Pm quite "a imbecile; -
John L. Sullivan threatened that ne would throw CAM
Nation in the sewer, but when she called he said he was ID
sick TO see her John was evidently afraid OF the sant,1
police.
When a striker %a-striking hath struck bum a strike, wAs
his stomach gets empty he backward doth hike, and he sam
to the magnate who sits on his couch. Il have fought A
fight well, but my stomach says Ouchr and so l he
thought confess it with pain-I guess III come back al
work for you again" But the magnate just yawus. and i
answers, Yes, yes but before you decide you have got d
more guess
Oh. Just 20 lie. and lie, and lie, and watch the ragtn
clouds sail by, and dream, and dream. of pun KIN pie like ons
| did. TO hold that Fate might never smite. or put me int
such a plight a slab Of pie would not put right like when
kid, the panacea for all ills, the substitute OF dope and pM
the thing that knocked out doctors bills, was pie, just ii
All homemade pie here's to your shade tie good old p
my mother made, the pie in which [ used TO wade l hope
die if Welsh rarebis or nectar sweet, such as the gods wod
deem a treat. compared with you are mt to eatl At night
sit and when the great big harvest moon swings into sigh
my hearts attune, its so like you if I'd a spoon I'd tackle
All, what can soothe a stomachache, or what ones scaldn
tears can Stake, like pies Our mothers used to makei Il
when die. the world and men should all agree to raise
monument to me, ] pray its pedestal may be a stack OF pit
There may | stand, like marble fawn, and pensive greet eac
night and dawn, and grin TO think Of pie that's gonel Lii
up your cup! Here's to some deep, secluded glen where l ma
be a boy again, and lure some pies into my den, and do "a
up!
I NJ LEWIS.