Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1904-09-17
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Ruskin' Time.

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Huskin' Time.
You may talk Of Jolly April and Of May
time in the trees.
With the buds abuIS,ln' open and the lit
WaIin' ankle dt,p in sweetness and a.
Sirpin' M ;tbtV"
Where. the brc, ZcS are a-blOWin' and a.
Whisi "IinG . love,
But there's sumrthin' more appcalin in
the rustic and tn, c!r.m".
VIII. II Tia, katydidS and c!icictS are a
calm 'lIuskin' time
There's Tho labylinthine summer with its
blooms ;!-Iunlrin' wild,
And the brooks -i;tuSiIin, lluBhin', like
\ happy iittl" cEiid,
Ana You tiir.k it most completeness. but
il isn't, after all,
For there's Spln,tlin more aplcalm i'll
tn rustic of the fall
When the kutydidS and crickc;S in IN"
PASTURES are a-chirnc
With the sweet content OF heaven and you
know it's "IiuSkin' Time
o thc. h:.rvr.-:cIs are happy with their
brown arm, fun o sht*tvrs.
And there's som"thin in the color of the
corn that intcrwc:.vcs
With the haZy hanging Instance that n"
poet has expressed
It's a sense. of "a iSfactlon like the blessed
boon of rest.
And there's snm.rlhin' most appcalm in
the iIIStl. ana the chine,
When tll.. KIT ydiuS and criCllctS are a.
calm "liu.3kin tim!
Boston Transcript.
The late Senator Quay was q
sccretive man. and as Il consrq icnca
his comIiuga ana roings s,'rmr':
mysterious to the newspaper men ana
uthplS Who ,ver.. compelled to keep tab
on his movements. lie Frequently
ionrn. ycd from Washington to Pnila-
IrlI,iiia ANA returned without any &c
his p"'itical friends being the wiser for
it,
one morning he arrived at the
Quaker city early. and Il reporter who
knew him Intimately said: senator, Is
there any significance attached to Your
visit here tuday?"
Yes" said the Senator. lowering his
voice and docking shrewdly, there is
deep Significance ard importance.''
The reporters interest was aroused
IT once. Might l ask what the bust
ness iS?"
"Ccrtainly." replied The Senator. Il
am about to 60 down to the bank to try
and have note renewed. ana don't
know whether I'll succeed or not
We're filling engagements for an enter
tainment bureau one day were standing
on = railway-station platform in Texas
waiting for a train.
a negro hoy came out rs soon as tho |
vain Signaled ana began ringing n bell |
to attract customers to the eating |
mousse a lank dog that had followed |
hcNled luguhriously at the ringing of
hau ha ho,
of ineffahle contempt once or twice: |
but tho sad-voicad animal continued |
his howl. Finally the bow said:
"Whuts de mattah wild you. dog?
Y"u doan halter eat haah.''
What is the price of your peaches"
asked a New Yorker of Il ragged son Of |
Erin. who vas sitting beside a stall Of |
magnificent fruit. on st. Charles street. |
New Orleans
'Twenty-foive cints tn peck yer |
homer"
TWcntE-fvn cents for 4 neck of |
these splendid peaches" Why. my |
man if YOU We're in New York you |
would be getting twent give cents |
apiece for them"
An. may it plaize yer honor. sorr." |
said Pat promptly with latent |
twinkle in his eye. IF You We're in the |
Hot Place with 4 bucket nf cold water,
You'd be gettin' twintv-foive cints TIL |
clipper. I'm thinking'.'
Did You ever hear how Eli Perkins |
sprained his ankle" Wei. neither has
anyone else. though Perkins is willing |
70 tell the story-on one condition.
That condition is that no one laugh |
until he finishes the story. and nvari- |
ably his auditors fail to meet this
requirement.
This is how he began the story at the
banquet given to the American Press
Humorists by the Business Mems
League of St Louis:
our toastmaster. Mr.. Frank. has
asked me- to tell you how sprained nv
ankle. Well. l shall tell you. if YOU
VIII not laugh until finish the story:
but ] am afraid you'll laugh, for have
rlHd to tell a number of people how T
spralned my ankle. and they always
laughed before I got through.
lhis IS how it happened. I was on
train going East. when there was a
wreck. The train was derailed. and all
me passengers We're more or less
shaken up. Everybody in the sleeping
car tried to get out as hurriedly as
possible, and in the confusion our cloth
ing got considerably mixed. I couldn't
md my trousers at all: but finally /
dld ma Il pair of trousers, but i
couldn't Wear EN-. You see, they were
not mems trousers
Here there was general laughter, and
Perkins looked about in panied sort of
way. then went on: There, you
laughed. I knew you would. They
We're not mems trousers: they We're
boys trousers. But ] won't tell you .
how I sprained my ankle, because you
laughed"
F.. r. Thomas was talking at
Saratoga about game losers.
AS game a loser as ever saw" he
said, event to the Prix de Paris some
two or three years ago. He was a st.
Joseph man. and he bet on the grand
prize every cent that he had with him.
He bet. of course, on the wrong horse.