The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1901-08-04

yer arrives, so that Greepville subscribers
VIII get their paper at 10 a. m. Under this
new arrangement passengers and mail can
leave Greenville at SAT in the evening.
connect with the Atlantic and North
Carolina train that passes Kinston at
E14 ~ and reach Goldsboro in time
to connect with the fast mail for the
north and with the southern train for
Raleigh and the west
The Atlantic Coast Line is the best
managed railroad in the South in the way
of paying dividends to its stockholders.
Its better schedules will gain it still
more of popular confidence.
A News and Observer reporter yesterday
found the following scrubbed on pad
and left lying on a table in the State
Library:
REFLECTION.
Alas, alas! l am an ass.
And only fit to sit and gas"
With other assine empty-heads,
Whose minds are simply "hot-air' beds.
ANONYMOUS.
To be completed when the authors gas
meter is refilled
he had never dropped into poetry when
he was counting his second wife six
months after his first wife's marriage
That poem has had more rarodies than
any ever written. The Nebraska State
Journal gets off the following, very timely
when the thermometer is as hot as it has
been recently:
/ said to the sun: 30 sun, hot sun
have heard, as the years grow old,
And the earth is about plumb petered out
That your surface is growing cold
I said to the sun 20 sun, hot sun
I've been out with my straw hat on,
And you made the same work of my hot
old neck
That you did in the years agone."
I said to the sun: 80, sun, hot sun
Is there any relief in store?
VIII the heat that you have lost cause
an early frost
Or will things run as heretofore?"
Then the sun glared from an angry sky
And spoke in tone of fret
II may lose my hold when the stars grow
cold,
But I'm warm rs the next one yet"
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The mosquito has been such a terror
throughout the country during the past
month that people everywhere have been
studying how to get rid Of him. The Eliz-
abeth City Economist, which is always in
teresting, in it's war news, thus tells us
something of hostlities at the front:
1--WE had an interesting call yesterday
from Rev. Sylvester Hassel of William
er and editor of the Gospel Messenger.
He is just from Mays Head and was a
soldier in the mosquito war, in which the
mosquito army withdrew from the fight
in good order carrying with them much
blood of their enemies and left them as
memorial, a battle pitted enemy, and
the germs of any quantity of typhoid,
malarial, typhus, meningetieal and other
fevers."
But it falls to the lot of young Fred b.
Warren, son of Hon. Charles F. Warren,
of Washington, to invoke the Muse and
sing of mosquitoes and sandfles in tender
words of poetry. He calls his lay, "a
Voice of the Regiment" and chants as
follows:
The sandfles! The mosquitoes! We have
all felt EN- bite!
They bothered us in daytime, they pes
tered us at night;
In multi-million regiments they have ag-
gravated us,
Till the privates are a groanin' and the
colonels learnt to cuss.
We've wrapped all up in blankets and
soaked in kerosene.
We've sat IN mid the branches and rub
bed in citralene;
We've done an tried each remedy that
mortal ever done.
But the Internal little cusses has eft us
every one.
They are horrors! They're terrors! They
never even sing
Like civilized mosquitoes when they are
on the wing;
We would go into the service, fight any
thing whatever,
But as to back with the mosquitoes
would we? Never.
Speaking of mosquitoes, why should you
suffer from mosquitoes at all, even in
New Jersey where their bills are as long
as the trust charters? The New York
Tribune tells of woman of New Britain,
a Christian Scientist, who maintains
that mosquitoes have brains and reason
ing powers, that it is Outrageous" to kill
the little Harmless insects" and that
all that is necessary is to reason with
them. She says:
IF a mosquito is troubling you just
speak to him kindly and say: Look
here, my friend, you leave me alone and
I'll leave you alone Then believe that
he won't bite you! Even if he does, his
sting won't hurt. l have done this for
years and now enjoy having the pretty
little things around and listening to their
musical buzz
Now isn't this better than chasing
mosquito all around the room in scant
garments, cussing and losing your relig-
ion, or you miss the mosquito and strike
the sharp edge of the window sill? The
Christian Science theory is the one every
time; If i works.!