The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1901-11-24

on Wednesday. His hours are from 10 a.
m. to p. m.
"An' here in Luzeanner,
Why, everything's in bloom,
An even when it's rainin'
It's pourin down perfume.
The birds are always singin,'
In sunshine an in rain,
An buccaneers raisin'-
Well, everything and cane.
AN up here in Chicago,
Where culture fairly huns,
Society is sportin'
Its big chrysanthemums,
The gayest lot of people
You, ever come across
We're putin in our evenin's
Aworshipin' the boss.
I'm Maryland we're happy
The nor'west breezes pipe;
The canvasback is blooming
And the terrapin is ripe.
The hardshell crab is tempting
The jaded appetite
The oyster makes us joyous
The world is running right.
up here in old New England
We're dom pretty fair;
The apple crops a short one
But it's that most everywhere.
Theirs ice and snow around us
And the ponds is all froze tight
But we've got our turkey fixins,
And we're feelin' out of sight.
Il read that in the Independent"
said Miss Standish. "All except the
last stanza Now it's the Wilkinson
cousins turn"
The elder Wilkinson cousin coughed
slightly and then started
THE STORY OF THE POETS
FIASCO.
Brown came home for the Thanks
giving recess covered with glory. He
had practically won the game for his
college by his long run down the field
for a touchdown. Mabel Dexter had
seen the game and in common with
many other girls just dotted on an
athlete. She came up to him after the
game showered him with compliments
and all that quite forgetting poor little
Sackett, who was near-sighted and a
trifle lame but very rich and rather
clever in literary way.
Brown came home. He was invited
to take dinner with the Dexters and of
course Sackett who was as good as
engaged to Mabel was there He
brought some poetry he had composed
about Thanksgiving. Pretty Mabel sat
herself daintily down upon a sofa and
the two young men got chairs at either
end Sackett brought out his manu-
script and began to read, with his
little eyes about three inches from the
paper. At intervals he paused and al
most purred with satisfaction to hear
the murmured approval Of his work.
Big Brown was at the far end of the
sofa and had gradually edged himself
within stroking distance of the pretty
hostess. Sackett read on about the
spirit of Thanksgiving cheer and all
that when he suddenly broke off with
an uncomfortable start.
What's that?" he inquired.
Nothing" said Mabel demurely,
while Brown squeezed her tiny hand,
1T sounded like a kiss" began Sack
EFT weakly.
Mr. sackett! You are not so base
as to insinuate that"
Sackett turned crimson and to hide
his embarrassment began to read,
scarce noting that he had read this
same part few minutes before. Again
moved by some subtle influence. the
poet looked up. A sight met his hori-
fed gaze which froze his blood into
separate globules of naguish. Mabels
head reclined upon the manly breast
of the gallant half-back, his lips
brushed her golden tresses and both
seemed oblivious to the presence of the
poet.
Without uttertng a sound, but with
a heart weighed 6won with grief, he
fled into the open air The couple
noted his departure with a smile of
Indifference.
"Dou you suppose he will tell?"
IF he does I'll thrash him." said the
stalwart lover
"How strong you are" she said adj
miringly and submitted to his caresses.
'Sackett went home and buried his
Thanksgiving ode and began one on
the Inconsistency of women and the
benefits of an early grave. He be-
came so absorbed in his congenial task
that he quite forgot his sorrow and
when his aunt called him down to
their stately but lonely Thanksgiving
dinner he actually winked at the but
Ter and drank two glasses of wine"
Il think Sackett was a fool" said
Miss Standish, for coming at all
when the big fellow was there. He
might have known he hadn't a show
with the football player. It's your turn
now" she added, turning to the last
cousin. the younger Wilkinson.
The younger Wilkinson cousin looked
up.
Say" he said, don't you think it's
about time to call this thing off? 1t
started out to be a Thanksgiving story
and from all indications it's turning
out to be sort of second grade Ara
bian nights entertainment"
"All right" said they all. and the
party went out