Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1901-08-19
TO MUCH OF IT.
East Slider Has Difficulty With
Man With the Horn.
when the Harvest Days Are Over,
Jessie Dear" Cause Of Trouble.
victim will Have Pasture In Manchester il
Tormentor Will emierats There.

He does not believe that music has
charms to sOoth the savage, bust the
rock or split the cabbage. But he is
musicaled to death. He has stood it like
a martyr for the past two months
without murmur. but now proposes
to kick and kick hard He was unbur-
dening himself to a blue coated guar
dian of the peace the other day i'm the
presence of the scribe. and BARRING
7scme few adjectives of a superfiuous
nature that no moral paper would care
to print. this is what he said:
Il have been tax payer in this town
for the past 40 years. more or less. and
haSei tried tn live up to the Golden rule
a84 think have succeeded pretty well.
am sort of first baseman or shortstop
G&eSSp to our church. but since my
N8EhbOr has taken to music tHeaven
fOEfiSe the remark) and commenced to
tal4lessons on the trombone. my re-
iiGHh has got sadly warped.
When his boy played drum and
accompanied his little sister on a Dew
lis fiddle and the two had open air con-
certS from \. NJ. to p. NJ. under my
window. 1 used to feel as though there
was a dark cloud over the sun. Blu;
wife used To say: Let the dear children
have a good time. They will never be
young again. Why. you was child
yourself a hundred years ago
seThen I used to smile one of those
sweet angelic smiles. hereditary in our
family: one of the kind that imagine
one of Captain Kidd's victims put on
lust before he was executed: one Of
those cold storage smiles that would
keep butter from turning rancid in a
hot day. l would agree to all wife said
and told her that the dear cherubs must
be sick. they were so quiet and still.
But those days have passed and gone
and have forgotten them all.
But when their dear old papa who
is old enough to know better catches
the music fever and starts in to blow
his brains through a brass horn. why
it is about time for the neighborS to
take hand in the game and with NOR
al suaSiOn and club convince this old
peace destroyer that this world was
not built for him alone and if he wants
to wake up the dead echoes and rip the
shingles off the neighbors' houses with
his trombone he must expect to run up
against some little opposition.
we are willing to hire pasture out
Manchester way three miles from any
dwelling and let him blow himself IL
death But as for having When the
Harvest Days Are over. Jessie Dear.
for breakfast. dinner and supper and
now and then for lunch at midnight,
we won't stand it. that's all.
Why Jessie is all right in her way
and tho first four hundredth time |
heard ii I liked it, But after that it
got monotonous. Why. l have got the
music and words of that sweet old
chestnut down SO pat | think I could
recognize Jessie Dear in a crowd
whether the harvest days are over or
not. In fact have watched Jessie
dear from the cradle up to the present
and after the harvest days are over
was i'm hopes the dear old girl with
boomers would get much needed rest
but my neighbOr loads up that old horn
every morning and the days are dayse
of trial and the nights are more so.
We have had man watching for
the past two weeks to steal the horn
and have offered him enough hard coin
to pav the national debt az an induce
ment. but the devil of il is. the man
jpuIator of the horn and the assassin
of poor Jessie dear don't leave ii away
from his mouth long enough Tor my
friend to steal it. My parrot stood IL
for a week or two. then swore himself
to death. and it takes pretty good
horn to down a parrot.
IF l had that mans wind l could
stand on the beach at the mouth OF the
river and blow the lights out over in
ireland. His wife says his lungs are not
az strong as they We're once. and she
fears consumption. If I had his wind
would never stay inland day. l could
make a fortune on some desolate island
az fOghorn.
"Rut there. is a itfnit to human en-
d,,rance and have almost reached
that limit, and il. you hear in the next
few DAYS of a house in Augusta being
wrecked by wind you will know what
tn, trouble is. Either the horn has
busted or someone has put dynamite
Under his basement.
las I said before. | am peacefui
citizen and don't want trouble but we
cant stand everything no more than a
Stone drag. And unless my friend with
;, cyclone bugle lets up the nelShDofs
nro,,ose to hold an indignation meeting
and nut me in chairman and IL nave
NV wav am just hard hearted enough
to send him to Siberia for life and give
Il ii IN