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Der Deutsche correspondent. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1841-1918, 1901-11-06

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Der Deutsche correspondent. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1841-1918, 1901-11-06

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Serufalem, 5. Ropember. -
Die Stride gum beilisen Grabe, tpel4e
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
where Ye sp.nkveed Grow..

AS3S nc Spuuk"ceu UIOwos
There's a corner in our garden. but MI
nurse won't tell me where
That little boys must never see, but always
must beware.
And in that corner. all the year. in rows
and rows and rows
A dreadful little flower called the
Spankweed
Grows
Ny nurse says that II a boy who doesn't
wash his face
Or pulls his little sisters hair, should ever
find that place,
The spankweed just would jump at him and
dust his little clothes.
oh, it's never safe for fellers where the
Spankweed
Crows!
Some day I'll get the sickle from our hired
man, and then
ii go and find that spankweed place-.ts
somewhere in the glen.
And when l get a-swingin' 1t and putin N
my blows
| bet therein be excitement where the
Spankweed
Grows!
Life.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
The Ro.ary Of Year,.


Some reckon their age by years.
Some reckon their life by art:
Some tell their days by the flow of their
tears,
And their life by the means OF their heart
The dials of earth may show
The length, not the depth. Of years;
Few or many they come-few or MANY
they go
But out time is best measured by tears
All! not by the silver gray
That creeps through the sunny hair.
And not by the scenes that We pass ON our
way,
And not by the furrows the finger Of care
On the forehead and face have made;
Not so do we count our years:
Not by the sun Of the earth-but the shade
OF our souls and the fall of our tears
For the young are sometimes old,
Though their brow be bright and fair:
While their blood beats warm their heart
lies cold.
Ger them the sprinEtime-but winter Is
there.
And the old are ofttimes young.
When the hair Is thin and whits.
And they sing in age as In youth fhev .unv
And they laugh for their crosn was IigIf'
A thousand Joys may foam
On the billows Of all the years:
But never the foam brings the brave harp
1t reaches the haven through tears.
Father Ryan.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
To Night.

To Night.
Swiftly walk over the western waye
Spirit Of Night!
Out OF thy misty eastern cave.
Where, all the long and lone daylight.
Thou wovest dreams of Joy and fear
winch make thee terrible and dear
Swift be thy fight!
Wrap thy form in mantle gray.
star-inwrought;
Blind with thine hair the eyes NJ Dav
Kiss her until she be wearied out.
Then wander Ger city and sea and land.
Touching all with thine opiate wand.
Come. long-sought!
When arose and saw the dawn
sighed for thee;
When light rode high, and IN. d.v w.,
gone,
And noon lay heavy on flower and tree.
And the weary Day turned to her rest,
Lingering like an unloved guest,
sighed for thee.
Thy brother Death came, and cried.
'Wouldst thou mer.
Thy sweet child sleep. the filmy-eyed.
Murmured like noontide bee,
shall I nestle near thy side?
wouldst thou mer'-And 1 replied.
mo. not theer
Death will come when thou art dead
Soon. too eoon-
Sleep will come when thou ART sed.
OF neither would ask the boon
l ask Of thee. beloved Nisht-
Swift be thine approaching flisbt.
Come soon. soon!
-Percy Dysshe Shelley.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
Song of the Shovel.


The friends have are deserving friends.
And serve them well. I ween;
The hands that hold me are honest hands
Be they ever so gnarled and lean;
Oh. birth and position are naught to me
II proud. they must earn my scorn-
For I set them free. under Gods decree
When the world was newly born.
A-swish. a-swish-'tis the song I sing
With truer tone than the trumpet's ring.
Or the roll OF drum. or the shrill of fife
A-swish, a-swish-'tis a tale of Life.
I bring to the peasant his homely food,
To the prince his viands and wine.
The glittering stones and the saffron Sold
wrest from the grudging mine:
But little I care for these tawdry things.
And my kindliest gift to toll
Is the joy that wings and the health that
springs
From the grasp Of the grateful soil.
A-swish. a-swisii-'tis the song sing
With a truer tone than the trumpet's ring
Or the roll Of drum. or the shrill of fife
A-swish. a-swish-'tis tale of Life.
o well for the world that nv husky voice
Grows louder from day to day:
o Ill for the kingdom that melts me down
To boom in the deadly fray:
And woe to the ruler who hears me sroan
Meath burden Of grievous wronE.
For often. alone. have 1 wrecked a throne
With the shrek of my angry sonsl
A-swish. a-swish-'tis the theme song
With a truer tone than the trumpet's ring.
or the roll OF drum, or the shrill of fife
A-swish. a-swish-'tis tale of Life.
John A. Foote
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
to be clasped in aillette's firm American

to be clasped in Gillette's firm American
grasp.
do you work this way every night for
many weeks?' asked the diplomat. driving
a piercing glance at Mr.. Gillette.
Yes: many months. and years II people
will stand it, Quoth Sir William of Manhat-
tan
How do you make this sort OF a play
so beautiful story-not interfered with in
any way by the characters?"
To this question Mr.. Gillette could not un-
fold an impromptu drama recipe, so he
took refuge in the ambush Of the special
Gillette wit in its solemn vein Of boyish-
ness. and answered:
THE best way is to write your play first
and then chuck in the characters where
they do the least harm'-Exchange.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
Morning. Noon ana Night.

MOFuin8s Noon ana Nl8nts
Soft Is the sky in the mist-kirtled east,
Light is abroad on the sea,
All Of the heaven with silver IL deeced,
Holding the sunrise in fee.
Lo! with flash and uplifting Of wings,
Down where the long ripples break.
Cometh bevy of glad-hearted things
'Tis morn. for the gulls are awake.
Siumberous calm on the ocean and shore
Comes with the turn Of the tide;
Never strong sweeping pinion may soar
Where the tame fishing boats ride.
Far beyond. in blue deserts of sea.
Where the wild winds are at play,
There may the spirits of sea birds be free
'Tis noon. for the gulls are away.
Over tine rim Of the sunset is blown
Sea dusk of purple and gold;
Speed now the wanderers back to their own
Wings the most tireiess must fold.
Homeward together at twilight they flock.
Sated with Joys of the deep.
Drowsily huddled on headlands and rock
IT'S night, for the gulls are asleep.
L. NJ. Montgomery.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
Easy,

IT didn't think I was so easy." declared
the hackman When I saw the old man
with Jay written all over him, standing
in front Of the depot staring up and down
the street. I declared that he was my
| meat
| ".Better let me drive you there. uncle
said 1.
".How much will you charger he de-
manded. cautiously.
Where do you want to go?' I asked.
He named number not more than $50
feet from where he stood. and / answered
promptly that seeing 1t was he / would
drive him there for so cents
"All right he answered, and jumped in.
81 expected an explosion. and was fully
prepared for trouble when one minute later
informed him that We were there. But
much to my amazement the old man took 1t
as a huge joke. and said he would have TO
tell Maria all about it as soon as he got
home.
Let's go and have drink on it, said
he. with the best of good nature.
II rather took n liking to the old seed.
and insisted that 1 should pay for the
drinks myself. which. after a good deal OF
argument. he allowed me to do
ut wasn't till after my old friend was out
of sight that 1t dawned upon me that he
had neglected to pay me my fare. Oh, I'm
easy. all right enoushr'-Detroit Free
Press.
Square Men.
In the mountains of Berks County, Penn
sylvania, where Dutch shrewdness matches
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13

Dutch thrift the proprietor Of hotel was
bargaining for supply of chickens.
Now. look here. Fred" said the hotel
man familiarly to the farmer. don't you
feed them chickens before you bring EN-
| here. and don't you let 'em get wet
"A1l right, Charlie" said the farmer. but
1 don't want to see 'em go hungry"
, That's all right. Fred. but amt a-pay-
in II cents pound for corn. and ain't
a-buyin' water at the same rate"
"All right. Charlie. and I'll bring my
scales along"
No need of that. Fred: I've got good
scales here"
They parted. and asked the hotel man
just what he meant.
"Oh. Fred's all right" he said. Hes one
of the squarest men alive: but, all the same.
! amt a-payin' live weight for chickens
stuffed full Of wet corn and with wet feath-
ers. But don't misunderstood me-Fred's a
square man."
/ walked down to Fred's farm He was
jolly and smiling. ''CharIie's a fine fellow"
lie said. "one of the squarest men in the
county, but I'm going to take them scales,
all the same."-Youth's Companion.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13

Swing On!
Hits mos too late fer de wagon wild Dc
band.
But don't git kotch out in de rain!
Wen you heah de whistle blowin' en- de
engine is goin'
Swing on de bumpers er de train.
Hard times. believers
Hard times below:
But good times comm up de hill
En- knockin' at de do!
Hits mos too late fer de wagon wid de
band.
But don't you tarry In de lane:
Wen you heah de watchman holler
Shuck yo' overcoat en- collar,
En- swing on de bumpers er do train.
Hard times, believers
Hard times below:
But good times comm UP de hill
En- knockin' at de dot
-Atlanta Constitution.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
A Song,

The world. my dear. like dream Of light,
With the blue sky bending o'er.
But a soul that sings Goodnight! Good
night!'
And we meet no moreno more.''
Spring. with her roses red and white
Autumn. with golden store.
But ever a soul that sings Goodnight
And We meet no moreno more.'
And the ships that sail where the lamps
shine bright
Where the watch-fire bless the Shore
But ever this cry in the ghostly night:
I'VE meet no moreno more!'
The gray guIls wingins their seaward
flight
With the black storms breaking Ger
But ever that wailing cry: Goodnight.
And we meet no moreno morer'
Frank L. Stanton.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
Maud Muller.

Maud Muller.
Maud Muller, on a summer day,
Went riding on q load Of hay.
Twas down at Newport, where they go
Out riding on such things you know.
The Judge sat down beside her there.
And. Of course. he was n millionaire.
The mock bird echoed from his tree,
And the Judge moved up and sighed "Ah
A form moro fair ana face more sweet
Meier hath II been my lot to meet"
But Maud had her eye on tho little Earl
Who sat in front with another girl
She sighed for a castle across the sea
And q hub with title and pedigree;
She pictured herself as a Countess there.
And the Judge talked on, but she didn't
-ndy father" she mused This debts should
pay.
And I'd have in the crowned heads every
day:
"a leave my mother behind. Of course.
For her grammar Is bad and her manners
worse
Thus musins away. Maud Muller rode
Up there with the Judge on the swaying
load.
And she let him talk till. at last. he saw
Her firt with the Earl, and that made him
l. raw.
Angry. he moved to the other side,
And he chose another girl for his bride
Alas for Maud Muller! She rued the day
That she passed UP the Judge on the load
Of hay:
The Earl was q fraud. as they later found,
And to-day poor Maud goes mopins
around
Thinking OF things that might have been
II the bogus Earl hadn't happened in.
All. well. let her hopeI The courts. some
day.
May kindly consent to clear the way.
For at Newport Gray meets Mrs. Brown.
And che gayly asks: When did you come
DOWN"
And they f1atter each other and both forget
That they once were the talk OF the whole |
gay set.
Forget all the gossips had to say,
Forget that she used to be Mrs Gray
So there's hope for Maud, who sighs down
there
Where every man is a millionaire,
Where the lady the Judge now holds SO 1
dear
May be some other mans wife next year,
For many thing that is where they
Are rich and jolly and proud and gay
Was one Of the might-have-beens yesterday. |
Chicago Record-Herald.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
When Dorothy Goe. Ont.

I'd have the sun to warm her.
I'd wish the breeze to cool.
All nature still to charm her
From Martinmas to YuIe;
I'd wish her every comfort
With skies too blue to doubt
But I'd have all crossings muddy
When Dorothy goes out;
For thus 'twere well. together
To mix touch Of smart
With pleasant outing weather
To teach her maiden heart
Life should be full Of crosses
AS love Is full Of doubt
I'd have all crossings muddy
When Dorothy goes out.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13

An Atchison woman has habit Of eating
too much. and she invented method of
knowing when she had enough, and will
have her discovery patented. An ingenious
ly made little alarm bell is set in her corset,
and when the pressure Of the corset from
eating amounts to so many pounds to the
square inch the alarm is set off and the
woman must quit. Sometimes she is in the
midst Of a juicy steak. or she may be Just
tasting delicious dish Of Ice cream. or she
may have Just reached her coffee when the
pressure sets the alarm off. but she then
quits. When visitors are at the house the
alarm startles them little at first, but
they soon get used to the gong. The in
ventor says the alarm has been of more ben
son Globe
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
Mr.. Gillette. Ready RejoIndcr.

Wu-Ting-fang. his Excellency the Chi
nese Minister. on one occasion listened with
intense approval and much industry Of
thought to William Gillette's performance
of his own play. Secret Service" and
asked in reverential courtesy to be present.
ed to the actor-author.
Into Mr.. Gillette's four by six milk white
dressing-room crowded his Excellency and
his suite. all bowling gracefully and anroll-
ing their little tan hands from silk sleeves
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
The Hobo. Dream.

PIPE 1.
/ dreamed Of beautiful land,
Where the rivers ran cold, foaming beer
Where milk punches were ever at hand.
And of thirst I had nothing to fear.
PIPE II.
Where gin fixes We're bubbling bright,
And whole sea of sparkling champagne;
Where big cocktails were ever in sight.
And highballs shot from mountain and
plain.
PIPE III.
Creme de menthe swamps Of cool-looking
green.l
With whole islands Of finely-cracked ice:
With the finest frappes ever seen.
Topped with cherries and other things
nice.
PIPE ",
Where the cutters o'erfiowed in the street.
With untold million gallons OF booze,
In which tired hoboes soaked their poor
feet,
And enjoyed iwsyenly snoosc.
Baltimore World.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13


II rise to make few remarks
About the situation.
I've spent the biggest part Of life
In silent meditation.
never say word, in fact,
l simply do my do.
Coo. WOO. wed and multiply
And wind up in the stew
Sometimes. or in the steaminS soup.
Still the luggerman will say
/ leave n million eggs behind,
The product of one day.
But am a contradiction. for
This Is my busy season
And most any posted epicure
Can give you n splendid reason
F5r the fact While busily I'm hustling
] think me in my cloister
1t is the time when the oyster loafs'-
Said the silent oyster.
New Orleans Times-Democrat.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
An 1dier i'm the Vineyard.

The good Lord said the lilies
Didn't toll and didn't spin.
An I kinder think his will is
i should take the lilies in.
An / think the world must need 'em
In the sunshine an the storm.
For he sends his dew to feed 'em
An his light to keep 'em warm.
Atlanta Constitution
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
Only Two Glasses.

Stenosrapher: DO you write Dear
Madam at the beginning of letter to an
unmarried woman?''
Employer: ''Yes-at the beginning OF a
letter to any woman-whether she Is
married or just wants to be.-Somerville
Journal.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
The Last Lenf.

lne IsISt IseuIs
saw him once before.
AS he passed by the door.
And again
The pavement stones resound
AS he totters DER the ground
With his cane.
They say that In his prime.
Ere the pruning knife of Time
Cut him down,
Not better man was found
BY the crier on his round
Through the town.
But now he walks the streets.
And he looks at all he meets
Sad and wan.
And he shakes his feeble head,
That 1t seems as If he said:
"They are gone
The messy marbles rest
On the lips that he has prest
In their bloom.
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many year
On the tomb.
My grandmamma has said
POOR oid iauy, she is dead,
Long ago
That he had a Roman nose
And his check was like rose
In the snow.
But now his nose Is thin.
And 1t rests upon his chin
Like staff.
And a crook Is in his back,
And a melancholy crack
In his laugh.
/ know 1t is a sin
For me to sit and grin
At him here:
But the old three-cornered hat
And the breechss. and all that,
Are SO queer.
And II should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
In the spring.
Let them smile. as do now,
At the old forsaken bough
Where cling.
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
Why He Closed.

A youth went forth to serenade
The lady he loved best,
And by her house at evening.
When the sun had gone to rest.
He warbled unit! daylight.
And would have warbled more,
But morning light disclosed the sign,
For Rent upon the door.
Baltimore World.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
Salvage.

The stranger stopped on Madison street
bridge to take a look at tug that was
passing.
A sudden puff of wind blew his hat off.
ard it fell into the river.
Into the Chicago River.
And II was new hat
Instantly boy ran down the ladder at
the east end of the bridge. and as the hat
came along he managed by means Of a
pole. to fish IT out of the water.
He brought it to the grateful owner.
The grateful owner took a look at II.
My boy he said impulsively, you may
keep the hat as your reward
Then the boy took look AT 1t. and slow
ly shook his head
Mister he said. couldn't you give me
a dime? e?'-Chicago Tribune
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
Sign. OF Fall Time

Oh. 'possum-sweet 'possum!-
You way up in de tree:
My lrr son.
Go ketch me one.
En- de guvner'll set me free.
Exchange.
The St. Louis Republic., 1901-10-13
II Bel Cants.

0e1 C03tos
From the Independent.
The minstrel in his motley cloak
With plume anG floating hair.
Could turn the torches tawny smoke to IN
cense he air.
The dame upon the da1s dreamed,
The good knight pondered near,
The man-at-arms q statue seemed that
leaned upon its spear:
And all the humble vassal thfoag
Were mute In groups apart,
The while he sang . fitting song fur svsfy
beating heart
He sang Of meadows, trippfnefy.
That dimpled meath the brssss;
OF kline that stood where ripplhsfy tA0
waters Tapped their knees;
OF vines with clusters amethyst
OF orchards sasging low,
OF red moons peering through ~ niss
when heaped barns Overflow,
or feast-days. frequent. glad and loog,
OF liege-lords kind and mild
And as the bard gave Ger hi song tAo ~.
sails stirred and smiled
He sang again-of battledslA
And puissant deeds oe wan
en- helmet bar;
OF glory hand In hand WITH dsa&A
OF valor deihed:
OF men who cheered with lafsse 1ssaA IL
cause for which they died;
OF leaguered towns defendesD held
The plague and famine cana
And as he ceased there hoarysly swellod tn
warriors deep acclaim
He sang again-and now his song e
Moved an the listening band;
Each peasant found among the thrOnR q
peasant maiden's hand;
The man-at-arms resolved to SEX
The heart he longed to know:
And something brushed the lady's cheG1e
when once q torch burned lov.
The arches echo held II long Il
The raptured f-A above
The lowly. lofry. worldwide sonC-<ho
earth-old song Of love.
sOng.
The wind on tho void.
With sea-scents and sea-dfeams atteu0odL
Is wfnei
The air Ii as gold -
In elixir-it takes 50 the splendid
o, the larks in the blusi
How the song Of them slitters ana sianess S
The old music sounds new
And IT'S o, the wild Spring and his chs.SeS
And dreamsi
There's a lift in the blood
o. this gracious and thirstfng and achinG
All life's at the bud. -
And my heart. full Of April. Is breaking
w. E Henly in North American Rsvisv.