New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-11-18
EPITOAIIZED.


TFor the benefit OF the busy reader We here give a
S B Of the he q@ amy footPi story which
He was sub
And a perfect dub
And he weighed one-twenty-two,
And the rooters chaffed
When our hero came TO view.
OF our eleven
They'd injured seven,
While their line, was immense,
And they made hook
Like less than so cents
Our hero dashed
At the line. and smashed
Both legs, but he didn't tell
Tho one eye was out,
For above the rooters' yell
He heard the screech
Whom he loved the best of all;
So he breathed a prayer
And he hustled for fair
TO get his mitts on the ball
He broke. the line
Like a piece OF Irvine,
And he crippled the centre rush;
And he killed both guards.
Then fell in the bloody slush!
At the end of the week
~, he managed to speak,
Thoush his head was still whtrl
They told him he'd won
The game by his run.
And so he married the girl
negro hack driver in Washington was driving
along the street when he encountered a funeral
long line of coaches was behind the hearse
which was moving along at a lively rate The
negro was supershtious. and did not want to cross
between the carriages in the funeral procession
He tried to drive around in front of the hearse but
could not make sufficient speed. After driving
alongside the herse for two blocks the negro called
out TO the driver: Say. boss. hold up an let me
go past. Ny passenger is in a hurry and yours
isn't"
H. He Wished the Earth Well-An Evanston boy
was SAYING MS prayers the other night. He had
6ot along a to Thy kingdom come, Thy viii be
said go onzzThy WI be done .Th 5y wifi H3iin BE-
I4g bo on EARN as 1t Is IN Evanston he continued
was porn III Evanston and has never lived any
where else-tChicago Record Herald.
remarkable tale OF Irish hunor is told bv q
french chauffeur according to The London
chronicle He was driving in Ireland when he
rode over a cyclst. The injured man apologized
Pray continue your Journey" said he II am
really ashamed to have inconmoded such a sports
man" Next day the chauffeur received a letter
from this sympathetic stranger full OF regrets and
making tender inquiries about the state of the auto
mobile. Il must tell you" it proceeded thar as
result OF yesterdays accident, for which alone
am responsible expect to die soon. But am ar
ranging TO leave YOU third of my property, so
that you can embellsh your automobile with all
the latest improvements"
THE SONG OF THE COYOTE.
When nights long
Ger the drear Nebraska plains.
AND the wind 1t speeds my refrain along
Which begins when daylight wanes.
lis song forlorn
l sing TIL morn
or days that have passed away:
For the wild ones have fled and left me alma
To tune my mourntul lay.
Oh list to the chorus lonesome sound
AS il drifts down far hillside
From my lair with no living thing around
! sing 10 my friends who have died
Then I Journey forth on my nightly quest
But stop oftentimes the plain
To howl 10 the stars ana the moon in the rnr,
The same old sad refrain. Ve'
My song begins in n childish trili
And ends with longdrawn wall
Like dirge for the days that haunt me sin
There come echoes from cliff and dale
It's heartweary song that l sing Away
Full OF pent-up grief and woe:
A song for the friends YESTERDAY
And the times Of long ago.
CIVILIAN ". Edwards In The Omaha Be.