Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1902-10-28
SCRAPS.

How did you Ike Rip Vaa Winklesn
asked the Gibson Girl rs she helped her.
sell to another fudge. 4 suppose" be-
gan the Frivolous Girl, that al is heresy
to say you don't like play made fam
Gus by the great 10 Jefferson Tor is it
that the play made him famous ]. but |
really didn't like it. Rip Van Wrinkle
himself Was most deSplcable character
and one whom we would not tolerate
Ia real life and it hardly seems strictly
ethical 10 ideaIIze such q man We 90
and watch him drink and drink: We
laugh when he weakly breaks his word
and drinks again; we weep when his
rlghteously angry wife drives him from
home; We applaud when, after the
lapse OF twenty years, the reconciled
wife prevails upon the then truly re-
pentant husband 10 drink again, aud
I'm wondering if ali this disgusting
drinking doesn't cause an unusual thirst
among the male portion of the ss!.sss;Ece
and drive men TO drink
No, believe it is simply the magic of
10 Jefferson which has made the play
such popular one.
Have a fudge" said the Blase Girl
from her corner, ''and I'll confess to the
same feelings. | don't like to meet on
the stage, IN book or in pictures, dirty,
dlsreputable people. Now l can't see
anything beautiful IN most of the lt,-
lures of Breton and Aiillet. They paiat
the most awful looking men and Women
and we rave over them, when, ii we
should see one of their peasants work
ing in the field, we would pass BY With
out a heart throb. When | wait pie
lures | want something beautiful and
restful-in books | want to meet pure
and refined people, and on the stage
like 10 see depicted something that will
elevate and educate"
A man can never understand why a
woman can't sharpen lead pencil
until he tries il himself with the same
knife she used
Whenever | cross the bridge over
| the Wisconsin river said the new
conner, i think of what the Wisconsin
poet @ said in describing the Dels-
The waters there are swi ter far than
hell times ten
/ " SAY Y Us llNiil lliG GuttQl1 HADtI
1t overwhelms us quite,
It's scattered over every room,
Until Tue house 'sa sight.
We feel it's duty,
10 read Il every word,
For we must get our moneys worth
Although the stuff absurd.
We read Of strikes, we read Of wars
| OF murders half y score
And then we read of holdup men,
And robberies galore.
The editorials so wise,
We ponder over long,
To ascertain if possible,
Which party 5 in the wrong.
And then we read the funny page,
Where lurid and bizarre,
The pictures Of the funny folks,
Soon drive US to dispair.
And so to ease our aching eyes,
We find the woman's page,
And read the beauty column
The wisdom Of a sage.
We find that creams and lotions
Must be applied each night,
Or otherwise We'll surely be
An awful looking fright.
We gaze at actress pictures,
We read about the play,
We wade through lots of nonsense,
OF what great people say.
And then the pink sheet futters
Upon our weary gaze,
Jockey and horse and ping pong
Receive their share of praise.
At last we think it's done with,
When, 10! before our eyes
Are spread the advertisements,
With fascinating lies.
We con them all well over.
And long for things unseen,
And fondly towards Chicago,
| We hasten in dream.
But now the day is ended
And we have done our part,
! We've read the Sunday paper.
And peace comes to our heart.
PILGRIM