The commercial. (Union City, Tenn.) 190?-193?, 1903-10-30
PLEASANT HILL.

1ep, sweep, sweep.
he cobwebs, litter and dirt,
1efully scanning each surface o'el
Her keen eyes ever alert.
floor and ceiling and wall,
Wall and ceiling and floor,
&ae sweeps aud dusts with endless
toll
And each day doing it o'er.
10, woman, weary and worn
In your ceasles struggle with dirt
The way to have immaculate rooms
Is to sweep with Barleycorn
brooms.
If the editor don't watch out, his
correspondent will steal a march on
him with an advertisement. We
want to offer an allthurl, five string,
fancy finish, fifty-cent Barleycorn
~ broom to the female correspondent
sending in the best poem OF four
lines or more on the woman behind
the broom by December the first,
the~editors to decide who is the
winner. The broom to be delivered
ito The Commercial Office in Union
City. No new correspondents al
lowed in the contest who come af-
t4r this date.
Let her go, Uncle Bildad; we have
been wanting to bring our poetical
talents to bear on you for, some time,
and since you have opened the door
we will step in and promise the
Il cousins some amusement from this
end of the camp. Our subject will
be ''Bildad in the County Court, "
and we took some notes while in
Lake county last week which prom
Ises to help us much.
If any old bachelor in No. -Four
tries to make love to any old maid
and she brands him with an axe
public sentiment and sympathy will
be her reward.
The other day we sat down to
write something and we heard Mrs.
Barleycorn ask one of the kids,
Where is your papa?' He is IN
the hous. writing, mamma" Eyes,
that is the way he always does me.
asked him to turn the chickens
out, but guess he has to write to
] Old Rusti, Gypsy, Sylvan, Peggy
Short, or some other gal and I'll
have everything to do myself. l
slipped my pencil and tablet into
the drawer and went out the front
door and fairly flew around the
broom shop and jumped five foot
paling fence into the chicken yard
and turned the herd of Plymouth
Rocks out, and they went Hopping
and running over each other meet
4 ing Mrs. Barleycorn who was COM
ing to turn them out, and she came
ION down admiring them and me and
said, 81 had Just started to turn
them out, John, and just walked
up on her off side and put my left
arm around her gee shoulder and
drew her up close to me and she
looked up and said, "you are the
best old fellow in the world.
About this time the boys called me
to go and vert off prancing and
whistling around the broom shop
and heard her say, "Ive got the
dead wood on them other gals If he
does write to them" and when we
got out to the wagon one of the lit
tie Johns said, ''papa, did you
catch that mink?" and l said "what
mink" II saw you run and jump
over into the chichen yard and l
thought you was after a mink.
mo, honey, it got away" But af-
ter.tllinking decided l did really
catch it. But such is life.
We went down to Rives one cool
day last week with cotton pants and
STRAW hat on. / received a verbal
1otice that if we we're caught there
& my more this fall with those clothes
d we would be drawn over barrel
pd stave applied to our pants.
Now, we are not afraid of the whole
blasted town and we want them to
understand it. So, we drove down
I Saturday for the mail, but we did
not like the appearance of things
and did not stop at the postofict
sfact is, we went through at therate
of something less than sixty miles !