The Press. (Stafford Springs, Conn.) 1883-1935, 1901-03-21
WILMINGTON.

Mrs. L. B. Clark and daughter, Ma
bel, are visiting friends In Boston.
Pretty bright man, pretty een-Lewis,
the u s. post office inspector, who was
In this vicinity recently.
Blue birds and robins have been as
thick as hops for long time. Now for
the dandelion green galore!
Harry Morse went Monday to live with
his brother, Robert B. Morse, who is
keeping hotel In New Canaan.
To think of the number of maple trees
in town, the sap Of which will not be
utilized for sugar-making, sets our sweet
tooth on edge!
at the neighborhood whist party ct
John q. Ryder's Saturday night, q. P.
Morrison and Mrs. r. d. Preston were
the prize winners.
William Henry Holt has lately received
a legacy from his step.mother, who died
In Vermont some time ago, mention OF
which was made In this column.
An important meeting OF the members
of the new organization will be held In
the Baptist church next Sunday. A full
attendance Is particularly requested.
The annual meeting Of the directors Of
the new cemetery association is warned
to be held on its grounds at one o'clock
next Monday afternoon. By thus meet
ing on the grounds better explanation can
be given Of past and proposed future
work.
In answer to enquiries, it may be stated
here that visit to the occuiist In Hart
ford disclosed the fact that q new or "sec-
ondary" operation is deemed necessary.
The other eye will not be ripe" for oper-
alton till next fall. This situation Of af-
fairs Is rather discouraging. VIII &C
lquaintances kindly speak first in meet
ing, as heretofore requested
1t was a coincidence that the topics
treated by the two pastors at the churches
on the Hill last Sunday were nearly the
same, and were treated nearly on the
same lines. Rev. DIR. Davis, at the Con-
lgregational church, took for his text, II
am the light of the world" while Rev. G.
L. Snow, at the Baptist church, spoke
from the words, "I am the true vine, and
ye are the branches"
Bear In mind the "girls' chicken pie
supper" and their dialogue Tuesday even
ling, April I'd. The cast for the play,
"Not Man In the House," is: MRS.
Maria Bings, an experienced wife, Mrs.
Nellie Carpenter; Miss Lucy Ryder, a
maiden sister, Dasie Dimock; Jessie
Ras, visiting niece, Edna Pierce Aunt
Belinda, elderly lady, Emma Florence
Robbins; Kate, Irish servant girl, Hat
tie G. Robbins.
Say what you please, and let those say
it who perhaps shouldn't, for country
town Wellington has some smart folks
lsome even who can write sustained par
fagraph or two. Here goes again: This
humorous screed, originally printed In
The Poultry World, was written by Geo.
A. Cosgrove of this town. 1t has gone
the rounds of the press In this country,
but as many folks are setting hens about
NOW, we reproduce it as a timely contri
button. Besides, the real name of the
writer has never been given before:
SETTING A HEN.
Meester Verris-I see dot mosd effer-
Ipoty wrides someding for de schicken ba-
pers nowtays, and fought praps meppe
can do dot too, so wride all about vat
dock blaze init me lasht summer; you
DIo 40, AL IL
Iyou-dot Katrina IDIOT is mine vrow) und
me, We keep some shickens for long
dime ago, und Won tay she said to me,
"Sockery" IDIOT Is mein name), IVY dond
Iyou put some Of de aigs under dot oft
lplue hen shickens, dinks she wants to
sate." ''Vell," salt, "meppe I guess /
: will" 30 l bicked out some uf de best
aigs und dock UNI oud do de parn, fere de
, oft hen make her nesht In de side uf de
haymow, poud five six feet up; now you
> see nefer was ferry big up und town,
but vos booty pig all de way around In
t de mittle, so I koodn't reach up dill
vent and got parrel to slant on veil
klimet me on de parrel, und ven my he'd
rise up by de nesht, dot olt hen she give
g me such bick dot my nose runs all ofel
2 my face NIT plood, und ven todge pack
, dot pack dot plasted olt barrel he preak
und vent town kershlam by choily,
3 didn't tink kood 60 insite a palrel be-
t fore, but dere vos, und fit SO dite dot
Q koodn't get me oud efferway, my fest
(vest) vas brushed way up under my arm
holes. Ven fount / vos dite shtuck,
: boiler, Katrina Katrina I" und yer
J., she COON and see me shtuck in de pare
9 up to my armholes, NIT my face all plooC
and aigs, by cholly, she shust lait towr
on de hay und laft und laft, till get 81
mat salt, ''vot you lay dere md laf lik,
olt WOOL, eh? w dond you koom bull
me oud? ?" und she set up and salt, "Oh
wipe off your chin, und bull your ves
: town." den she lait back und laft like sh,
|. wood shblit herself more as ever. Mat al
u l vas l fought to myself, Katrina. sh.
sbeak English booty goot, but only salt
NIT my greasest dignitude, katrina, vii
YOU bull me oud dis parrel ?" und sh,
see dot look booty red, SO she said, "u
: course will, Sockery," den she lait M,
n and de parrel down on our one site, und
dock hold de door sill, und Katrina sh,
bull on de parrel, but de first bull sh.
mate yellet, .'donner und blitzen, shtol
dat, py jolly dere Is nails in de parrel y
you see de nails bent town ven l vent In
). but ven koom oud dey schticks In M
an dc way rount; veil, to make shor
. shtory long, told Katrina to go und del
a naybor Hansman to pring saw und say
me dis parrel off, veil, he koom, und b,
like 10 shblit himself NIT laf too, but h,
. roll me Offer und saw de parrel all de va,
4 around of, und git up NIT half a pare
around my waist; den Katrina she say
, "Sockery, Wait little till get batter
Of dot new oferskirt you hat on" but
d didn't salt wort. l shust got nife ous
! and vittle de hoops off und shlung do
confountet olt parrel in de wood pile
Pimeby ven koom in de house Katrin,
. she said, so soft like, ''Sockery, dond 70,
d goin to put some aigs under dot olt blu
a hen ?" den salt, In my deepest voice
Katrina, uf you effer say dot to me agail
I'll get pill from you, help me chimin,
gracious" and dell you, she didn't sa!
t dot any more. Veil, Mr.. Verbs, ven
r step on parrel now, dond step on it,
git box. Very drooly yours,