The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1902-01-09
Low MutterinSS Of
Delirium.
II want to be an angel,
And with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead,
And a harp within my hand"


likely to become one of the scrub
bling brush variety; but no matter,
give it time enough and it will
equal some of the hirsute append
ages [ see about me. But excuse
me, l digress slightly. Did you
ever see an angel with a mus
tache? | never did, not even in a
picture, and often wonder if they
keep an open barber shop on Sun
day, or whether the atmosphere
up there is depressing to the ire
pressible whisker.
[ don't want to die until I grow
this mustache. I would hate to.
go cavorting around through space
with such a one as mine is at pres
ent. [ imagine [ would do pretty
we'll at flying, and 1 don't want to,
win any impromptu races and come
in amid the shouts and applause
of thousands of the heroes of by
gone centuries without a proper,
we'll grown Kaiser Wilhelm mus
tache.
There's no doubt about it; [
want to be an angel but not just at
present. I don't just understand
how the angels stand, seeing
they are so far from terra
frma, but I suppose they
do it something like the boys who.
while in swimming get in a row
and tread water-only they must
tread with their wings-just an &C.
casional flop to maintain their
equipoise. Personally, I don't see
the sport in this, but very likely
that will come later. If [ thought,
for a moment that it would be
anything like standing up in a row
at report call and waiting for your
name to be called to 60 in on the
carpet, | would have none of it in
mine, but would think about going
south where there is warm eli
mate.
[ rather imagine [ will like the
crown all right, but [ want to say
right here that want it to fit. [
don't want any crown so big that
when l make a sudden fly after
my harp and fall, it will come
down around my neck; and any
way a crown would not be becom-
ing to any angel, supported by his
ears. And then again, [ don't
want it SO small that it will fall off
and inadvertently make an angel
out of Paddy Duffy who is indus
triously moving his lawn. | want
a fit. [ am accustomed to insists
in this world. [ have worn a
thirty by forty pair of trousers so
long on thirty-four by thirty-two
pair of legs that [ am used to it.
But in the next world | bar mis-
fits and I make my wants known
now so there will be no mistake
about it. And if [ can't have a
pair of trousers that fit me among
the angels, then 1 want to go to
the other place where I will
try and worry along without any
at all.
I am not sure how I will make,
out with this harp business. [ was
never much of m musician can
play on the accordion some, but I
never heard of their having any
up there, tho they may have. and
if l can trade off my harp for an
accordion [ can have a good time
too. However, there's no use Dor.
rowing trouble about it.
Then again, as time will be of
little object [ may learn to be as
proficient upon the harp as some
of the others. [ used to know q
fine old fellow who became an
angel long ago, and he didn't know
enough about music to tell the diff
ference between "Yanke Doodle"
and the "Doxology." If he has
learned to play on the harp, [ will
be hanged If / can't. Rnt NAV be-