Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1903-03-17
ClNDERS.

Several of our citizens have seen the
irst robin. They must all have got a
Deep at the same bird as the various
stories wind up something like this,
and he had on pair of felt shoes and
was using gargIe for his sore notes. !"
The matinee girl and the first nighter
were talking over the Prince of Pilsen
and during a little pause the girl, with
a far away and reminiscent look IN her
eyes asked, of no one in particular,
was you efer in Czincinnati ~ and
the man replied, "yes. heard little
German orchestra there once mangle
the Message of the Violet like this:
The fat tones of the viol met
fhe sharp shrek of the fddlin' set;
While the French horn cut the German, yet,
He pulled some petals from the violet.
The leader. big, 600 nett
Waved wildly at the clarinet.
Who slipped .cog-about one fret
And put : dent in the violet.
The man with the bright, B-flat cornet
Dried out his ''gunn-'twas wrnging wet,
And arose to where he could better get
chance TO shoot at the violet.
The trombone, dropping his cigarette,
Tried to make of the tune minuet
But he buckled-and finding he couldn't duet
He soulfully slid on the violet.
The drummer boy flew into pet
he pounded as If he were paying debt
de worked so hard I'm sure twas to let
Us know he would finish the violet
/ Why is it that the people who live
along the lower Mississippi river let
every year go by without doing any
thing to protect themselves against
the floods and then, during the three
or four weeks of spring freshet, resign
themselves to drowning or to floating
away on the tops of their homes with
the cows and the coons and the chick
ems
Why is it that our heroes, like Funs-
ton and Hobson, go up like rockets and
never seem to come down again-nCt
even as sticks
One hundred of New Yorks most
exclusive society women are keeping
Lent-and keeping it hard, too They
arise at 6 a m.-which is a hardship,
as anyone who has been in New York
society can testify-dress in inexpen-
sive'olack clothes-which is humiliating
land are driven to the gates OF con-
vent, where they are received by the
Mother Superior who addresses them
by their first names-Maggie or Annie
or Lizzie as the case may be, which is
unusual. Then they have long prayers
and after that six miles of rosary have
to be travelled, which tires the delicate
things uhwontedly. So halt is
called for refreshments-a very frugal
luncheon, usually made up of scraps
sent in by the neighbors. Then back
to the rOsaries which have to be gone
over backwards followed by long hours
of sewing for charity until the day is
done. What beautiful lives these
women are leading What resignation
what sincereity and depth of Christian
spirit are shown! what an example to
uspoor sinners encumbering the earth
But after the forty days have passed
the trough house" in the divorce court
and the scandal columns will be as
fierce as ever and the apotheosis of the
wine bottle and the cigarette case will
resume as of yore.
We fail to see what these women ac-
complish by this pilgrimage into a
desert of ritualism and so-called peni- |
tence, save only that the newspapers
are given a chance to fill space by
poking fun at the hypocrisy and shall
lowness of the idle rich, for which little
crumb we return deep and honest
thanks.
This is the blooming springtime
The mud is to our knees.
And he who writes to ring a rhyme
Can only snuff shake sneeze.
MILES ANGUISH.