The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1902-12-05

SlreeIs went gaudlng, que Iell HeIscL
above white trash, and still she'd
take their money; she had the smartest
boot black kid, to see him 'shine" was
funny He led his nam wild goose chase
when ever he could fool her; he scared
her once well nigh to death, Dukes had
him in the cooler. Her husband was as
black as she, but "Peck" less in weigh
ing; he had dingwhang thing to sell,
two mice on trapeze playing. Them
niggers were dressed to beat the Dutch
band that was wheeling, they made a
happy looking pair, despite that kids a.
teasing. o
There was plumber with his traps,
old tin he kept shining; he went
around SO easy like, | thought he must
be funning. Lo, he 'stonished me most
to fits, he saw key-hole Gaping; the
way he daubed the solder in showed he
sn'tnapping.
There was the dearest candy maid, d
she was so sweet and Bonney; her win
ming ways made candy sell to Mary
Jane and Johnny. Her gown was
just modest cut, not stylish but neat
setting; her brow looked like a asunbeam's
work where ne'er hung clouds fretting.
A beggar child in tattered frock went
past me almost crying; she led a blind
man by the hand, soul rending was her
signing. II you could just have seen
the two 'twould set your heart to ach-
ing; this poor old man could hardly walk
without his whiskers shaking.
Next an old apple woman came along
the street limping; there wasn't moth
ing about her rig would make you think
Of primping. Her basket full Of beau
ties red was enough to tempt preacher;
she had a sweet and conely faee,a likely
looking creature ;she wore nubia ON her
head, a shawl pinned about her shoul
der, Garibaldi gingham dress, fifteen
years old or older.
Next came peanut vendor by,a charm
ing blonde quite lovely;h her vote was like
sweet Ginning bells, her coaxing man
ner dove-ly. Some people have such
stingy ways, for when they'd see her
coming, they'd turn their backs and
gaze through space, as il their millions
summing. Her old brown shawl just
made her look like sweet bronze pansy
blooming; and on her golden locks was
perched tam-o-shanter, glowing.
Then there was Mrs. Hooligan, that
came she said from Paris; you'd thought
by her high lofty airs she was New
York heiress. Her accent didn't sound like
French, twas more like brogue of Brid-
get; but she had on the Frenchy style,
gay gown and fuss and figdet. She sold
some dope to fix your face so you'd look
young and charming; got bottle just
for fun-some folks pride's alarming.
Two pretty gals sold lemonade, alike
was both their dresses; all pink, las pretty
as a pink, pink ribbons tied their
tresses. They looked just like two
May day queens, kissed by the blush OF
morning; they didn't need no flummery
on to spruce up Natures 'dorning.
There was man who had fruit trees
upon his back selling; you couldn't be-
lieve word he said, so many yarns
telling. He had linen duster on,
and silk plug hat of wonder. "Ah
Reuben p some fool chap yelled out;
he told him Ego to thunder"
There was taffy maid in pink, of
sweets she was the sweetest; just like an
oleander blow, of posies they're the
neatest. Her rounded cheek was flushed
with pink, her rosy lips were smiling;
pink ribbons fluttered on the air, the
gal had charms beguiling, "Please buy
my taffy," she would say, in accents
just too winning; and wink if she could
hoodwink you, which kept the folks
grinning.
There was lady selling cake, she said
it was good eating; feared it was a
fake affair I'd been so often beaten. And
so let her pass along soon came an
other fakir with doughnuts round and
jumbles brown, he said he was baker.
| sized him up from head to foot-he
looked more like poet; despite the
apron and white cap,a genius, but didn't
know it. He had a poets dreamy eyes,
so full of soul expressing; its queer how
some folks makes mistakes, from life's
great track DEPRESSING.
There was real live brownie there,
the cutest feller going; the monkey
shines he couldn't cut wasn't worth
while knowing. He had duck pants
cut to the knees, a coat likeany brownie;
red stockings, red slippers, too, red
cap round and downy, He had some
of his kin to sell, the queerest little pig
mics to tell you how they all were
rigged, would be too much like enig-
mas.
There was a yellow-jac there-I
mean newsboy seller-that had yell
low jacket on, my! wasn't he a yeller
He sold the Glacier like hot cakes, and
yet it wasn't funny; for when you buy
that paper, say, you get your worth OF
money. 1t has the news of all this
town and up and down the valley; and
with old Mother Gossip's tongue it sums
up weekly tally. The editors the finest
man, he's always Blythe" and Jolly; he
even beats the "devil's" skill to run
'gainst him is folly.
The manager had things down pat,
and made lot of money because it was
a woman" see? go back and set down.
sonny. If you should want manager
you'll find her "Price" worth paving;
you may depend on her success, she's
"biz, mark what I'm saving.
After this fair, same night dreaSnpt
was laklr drummer, selling our Ban
shine to ''Webfoot' got to be hum
mer. l sold so much our people kicked
and growled sits all time raining;" but
old moss-Dackers thought twas fun, by
our loss they we're gaining
The universe is full of fakes the make
believes deceiving; but you know I'm
no fakir, dear, though it's hard believ-
ing. Thus you will find it every where.
all this great world is queerish; hut /
and thee, and thee and me and thou'rta
wee bit queerish.
ONE WHo WAS THERE.