Daily Kennebec journal., 1904-01-28
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Winter Dreams.
Deep lies the snow on wood and held
Gray stretches overhead the SKY
The streams. their lips OF laughter seaieo
In silence slowly wander by.
Earth slumbers and her dreams-who
But they may sometimes be like ours
Lyrics of spring in winters prose
That sing of buds and leaves and
flowers;
Dreams of that day when the south
Comes April, as at first she came,
To hold the bare twig to her mouth
Atlantic Monthly.
1t is a case of shovel, this winter,
and when it is not snow it is coal and
ashes.
If February is like January,-and
the prophets say it will be worse
there will be some heavy overdraws
Oh the highway appropriations.
The Maine Press association, now
calling on friends in Portland, is II
years old, and that is just the prime
Of life.
If the Maine Guard officers will only
remember all they are told at this
school of instruction. they will all be-
come major generals in the next war.
Who is Kennebec's oldest resident,
now that Mrs. Gibson Of Vassalboro is
dead at the ripe old age Of 100 years?
Some people are always after bar
gains. The latest comes from a post
Office not many miles from Rumford
Falls, where man tried to get
trusted for quarters worth of postage
stamps. and when he found Uncle
Sam didn't do trust business. tried
to borrow the twenty-five cents of the
postmaster.
caught any of the Perry hunters
which are OH it's trial, but is expected
to any day as the supply of poultry
and sheep is getting low.
THE most melancholy sight in the
world says Bourke Cochran. lis a
millionaire face to face with his secu-
rites" But the Gardiner Reporter
Journal man is skeptical. He figures
out that if there is ever time when
one would look happy it would be
when he had half bushel or so of
bonds piled up before him to look at,
unless Il was that he had got to cut
the coupons off from them all at one
sitting.
The Oldest inhabitants are telling of
stunts which the mercury played in
the cold winters of 1866 and 1896.
But this winter has not yet reached it's
end
Riddeford Journal: Local weather
cranks are talking Of an old man. who
has lived for nearly three quarters of
century just outside the city limits.
and who admits that the present WIN
ter is. on the whole, the coolest he has
ever experienced. This admission is
regarded with suspicion. however. 1t
is so unusual that there seems to be
a general agreement that the old man.
like the Bingville Bugles Bud Hinck-
ley, "ain't quite right in his head
The editor of the Bangor News docs
not believe in the mo school, signal.
though he is like the man in the
prayer meetings who arose at the
wrong time and found himself in a
hopeless minority. But he never
misses an opportunity to show the
evils OF the present system. His
latest is the story of a little girl out
sliding. on day when the whistle had
blown. and slipping on the icy side
walk badly cutting her hand OIL the
neighboring barb wire fence He finds
blame enough for everybody iii this
case. Under the above conditions We
do not attempt to place the blame.
But we contend that somebody and
several persons We're to blame. We
also contend that the combination of
no school. icy sidewalks and barb
wire is not happy one. 1t may be q
small thing to speak about but the
, injury was very serious to the inno-
cent child. Besides life is made up of
small things.
A Portland woman wanted to get
, divorced from her husband and
, charged him with gross and con-
firmed habits of intoxication.' She
, rather hesitated when asked il his
habits were gross and confirmed. -
but when the court said. How often
did he get drunk week on the aver
ase?' she promptly replied, About
hve times. And the judge allowed
that that was gross and confirmed =
even Tor Portland
Fairfield has a sensation in the an