The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1903-08-12
THE PIkER's LAMENT.
For the Eagle.

THOSE WIDOWS.
Who is IT. in her weeds Of woe,
With dropping eyes and accents low.
Who straight into mans heart doth go?
The Widow.
Who knows just how to bang her hair
And touch up her complexion fair,
OF her all girls had best beware,
That Widow.
An old maid angles long in vain
In hope TO get some cherished swain
Who does his hearts love soon retain?
Some widow
A girl loves we'll her hearts delight.
She thinks of him, both day and night,
Who then steps in and takes him quite?
A widow.
tell you, girls it is no use,
OF all facts, this is most obtuse,
She'll win in spite of all abuse,
This Widow.
Pray tell me where can be the charm
That to her all mems hearts doth warm,
How does she all their plans disarm?
This Widow.
'Tis just because she knows them well,
Can all their utmost feelings tell,
That all men long with her to dwell.
This Widow.
MONNIE MOORE LATHAM.
SOME of the chips off the OLD BLOCK
ere nothing more than splinters-
In speaking Of the people Of Persimmon
flats and their permanency in that Sec
ton of Oklahoma, the Oklahoma Enter
prise says: THEY ARE SIMPLY PUR-
SUING THE EVEN tenure OF THEIR
WAY" LIKE THE ARCADlAN, IN
SIMPLICITY BUT IN LUXURY.
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There amt no hell, eh?'' cried Farmer
Doolittle We'll, what Is going to be
done with the fellow who stuffs paper In
a spktoon, them
The latest song out is Two Little Stars
Say So" For further particulars. you are
referred 20 ]. c., of Scott City.
He was at the piano absently lingering
the keys, thinking of the day when he
had no home and was out on the street
with the fellows ABOUT this same time
in the evening. Just before dusk his wife
had dressed in her prettiest frock and
gone to visit friend few blocks dis
tant, leaving him to amuse himself as
best he could. AS he sat in this dreamy
mood. his thoughts turned to the time
he had first met her. Then. he had
counted by the hundred the many happy
hours he would spend with her. He had
built fine home in the air and made it,
interior brighter than the sunshine. Well,
it had not all turned out just as he had
planned. Why? he asked. Was he to
blame? Was he, then, really disappoint-
ed in his helpmate? Perhaps. There
was Nell, his first love. He saw her
bright blue eyes again. Might she not
have made his home brighter and his
life fuller? With the two visions, that
of Nell and his wife, before him, both
beautiful, he weighed the qualities of
each carefully. Supposing that he was to
choose again? Would his choice be any
different? Well
His rsverfe was roughly interrupted by
pleading voice from the front walk.
You have no right. sir. No right. sir.
No, no, I say no.
In an instant he was on his feet. That
voice was his wife's. Nell had no place
in his thoughts now. What could those
fearful words mean but
He thought no longer, but dashed
through the parlor. into the hall and TO
the front door, and then he shrank back
into the shadow. There stood his wife.
the idol Of his home, with a pug dog in
her arms, the kisses of which she was
playfully warding on.
SOMETIME within the last six thous-
and years. a woman while feeding swine
caught the germ of run ROUNDS"
a
Wichita has a mother who doesn't sing
her baby to sleep because she can't carry
a tune. She substitutes baby talk.
The INDIAN YOUTH is degenerating.
Latest advices say that he now DANCES
FOR PLEASURE.
THE WEATHER: A good guess.
We learn from the Valley Centre Index
that the Shah of Persia has 900 wives.
We wonder il all of them have to sign
the deed when he goes TO sell piece of
his property.
The nations shouldn't wonder because
Boris Sarafoff and Rosokavakixzq, the
Russian consul. couldn't get along to-
gether. Either one alone is bad enough.
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