New-York tribune., 1903-07-31
THE TALK OF THE DAY.

"A young friend of mine" said Senator Joseph
w. Bailey, according to The Baltimore Post"
married not long ago. a woman of fifty years.
She was rich and ugly; he was handsome and
poor.
The day after their wedding 1 met the bride
and bridegroom a Pullman train. travelling
West The bridegroom went into the smoking
compartment with me- and we lighted up He
smoked gloomy. He silent a long while.
We'll. Jack l said. so this is your honey
moon, eh?
He smiled grimly Don't call it my honey
moon, he said. It's the harvest moon with me- 1"
JEs' A-sNooPIN ROUND.
A lazy, shif'less no-good tramp
At come a-hangn' round the camp
An Of cob pipe stuck IN his gilis
Nobody knowed from where he come.
An when question him, the bum
AT he was jes' a-snoopin' round.
He'd soIn moseyy off at ..J4;eaI break o, day
suckn' that oil pipe, an when
Hed Hd Roe Sp IN his 10 uson WRre afR
He'd set with abstractive air
A-eyin specments he'd found
While he was jes a-snoopn' round.
One day Us workin' felIers met
An passed some resolutions that
We wouldn't have no idle scamp
Albumin round busy camp.
He e aK gK aoa6Fv skip an bF FeygT strt fRoug4G fr6
Up that same gulch toward the ground
Where he had bin a-snoopn round.
Well pardner. guess you've heerd about
The Jim Grove mine that's turnin' out
hefty fortune every day
In sucn a soul-excitin' way
An mebbe heerd its owner air
A two or three times millionaire,
An he's that same dam He found
That lead while jes' a-snoopin round.
We cussed him fur his shifless ways
A-spendin all his livin days
wild goose chasin in the hills
While poundin' at the drills.
But changed our ideas when we Earned
About, t his strike; IL fur 1r,a IN be eoGi darned
-tDenver Post.
General Cassius NJ. Clay fought many duels in
his day. usually with his longbladed knife. meet
ing pistol rife equally with that trusty weapon.
His physical strength gigantic He was ac-
customed to the use of weapons, and he was al
ways cool and never lost his judgment. For ex-
ample when adversary shot him. and he sup
posed he done for, he inflated his lungs to the
full. conscious that he would live long he
could hold his breath. Then he drew his knife and
did his bloody work That when he killed
Turner, After all, speaking musingly reviewing
his life he confessed to a reporter, when he
above eighty-four, that he was opposed prin-
ciple TO the duel, thinking 1t a savage way 10
settle a difficulty. but there are some cases for
which 1t seems to be the only remedy"
THE vAGABoND ROAD
From one town TO another
The staid. brown highway runs.
Laid out by the good fathers,
Tb roddeR NaT By gs ara ti 9@F s6b60bov soR
The countryman with his load.
The bridegroom and bride
OF young hearts and old
Or pines for the Vagabond Road.
oh. the NYagabond Road. have you seen it?
Green, capricious. enchanting.
Haunted by sweet singing birds.
Still pursuing its pleasure
BY rock. pasture and fall.
DeplOying-and, where
! know not but surely
$50 be itD in nothing at all
Dusty and safe is the highway,
dT Thrice es reSPeeta3ie sssrad ,, too: duo,,nas
Church and and ma market keith, in view.
And there fix my abode
When no one is by.
And throw long glance
Far. far down the Vagabond Road.
(Dora Read Goodale. in ''Lippincott's"
The price schedule of Ohio literary mill is
made public through Brown University student
and The Providence Journal
"our prices are as follows" say Colchester.
Roberts & Co.
High school orations and essays. ss to S.
college essays, orations and debates. g 10 sl5.
Political speeches so to SO
Lectures SO and upward.
Sermons from 90 cents to SIS.
"Our work, with the exception Of the low priced
sermons We guarantee original
This scale has stood the gales OF twenty-five
years of business experience on the part OF the
hrrn and it represents bed rock values.
I'VE are strangers in the educational institu-
tons OF the country" says the circular.
Perhaps the Brown prize winner Of last com
mencement. who, unhappiy, delivered the grafton
with which Brown professor had concluded his
student career some years before. had dealings
with this irm.
A Fusser-What would YOU do II l should kiss
you?
Mary McLane-I would scream for help
A Fusser-Why. don't you think / could do IL
alone ?-(P PennsylYania Punch Bowl.