The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1906-09-01

year, H.
o little flowers that blossom but to
Charles Hanson Towne, in Everybody'a
Magazine.
A Mosquito FLullaby.-
Hush, little skeeterbugI hush a-bye,
Mother will rock him, don't you cry!
{ know you are hungrys my little sweet,
With nothing to drink and so little to eat,
The natives are tough and their blood is
thin E:
But the city-follzs soon will be rolling in
Hush, little buzzer, go bye.
Hush, little skeeterbug, hush a-bye,
Think Of the summer time, Just you try!
Chubby old ladies and thin old boys,
Plump little children and, joy of joys.
Fat little babies, all fresh and sweet
And juicy and lovely for you to eat!
Hush, little buzzer, go bye.
Hush, little skeeterbug, hush a-bye,
Soon you'll be ready to buzz and fly;
Daddy will sharpen your dear little bill,
And Mother will teach you to bite, she
will: -
Maybe they think we are slow and dumb.
But we're not afraid of petroleum.!
Hush, little buzzer, go bye.
Puck.
National Monuments.
Count not the cost of honor to the dead!
The tribute that mighty nation pays
To those who loved her we'll in former
days
Means more than gratitude for glories
fed;
For every noble man that she hath bred,
Immortalized by arts immortal praise,
Lives in the bronze and marble that we
raise,
To lead our sons as he our fathers led.
These monuments of manhood. brave and
high. - H.. :.,.ss4 {, .s. 49,. .
Do more than forts r or 4. battleships "a
Our dear-bought liberty They fortify
The heart of youth with valor wise and
deep;>
They build eternal bulwarks, and com-
mand
Eternal strength to guard our native
land.
Henry Van DYKE in Century.
Going Home.
tread each mountain waste austere,
I pass dark pinelands, hill by hill;
Each tardy sunrise brings me near,
Each lonely sunset nearer still.
Sing low, my heart, of other lands
And suns we may have loved, or
known;
This silent North, it understands.
And asks but little of it's own!
So where the homeland twilight broods
Above the slopes of dusky pine,
Teach me your silence, solitudes;
Your reticence, gay hills, be- mine!
Whether all loveliness it lies,
Or but lone waste SCARED and torn,
How shall I know? For meath these
skies
And in these valleys was born!
Arthur Stringer, in Munsey's Magazine.
The Fountain.
It rose a silver column, -
It fell diamond spray: j
So rose and fell the water
Throughout the livelong day.
The column seeking heaven
Was beautiful to me-.
And shattered, cleaning, falling.
Twas wonderful to see.
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How fair is aspiration
Unto the farthest sky!
q How beautiful cen failure /
OF aspiration high! isf
IN. 0. mes-emOcrat.
A Whimsy.
There's girl
With curl,
That I'm likin' down yonder to Punkin.
vile;
And she
well, won't if won 'tand will If will -
And tell you, sirs. -
The way that she says it makes my hait
like hers. l., !:
Durn girls T. T.. >>."-%% =,
That wears curls. - *
w. J. L., in N. Y. Sun. Z go.
-. MY Rosary. r. 49,:
[ slip between my fingers, ere I rest, =
My rosary, Its beads count one by one, =,
name the friends Of all I love the best;
My dear ones near, until my. task ID
done. :.5:, :.Es. ~ w. =. = - =: xs
May. II add one more name, and count
Emma Playtsr. =seaburyy, in The Reader.
= s. - Liked It. G.. 6. !. 8. 1t. !
- A sweet little maiden named May s|
!, Once strolled In . park Ger the way, : ) :.
~ She metayoung man F e e. 4 = 55& II 4.
Who kissed her and ran, ~ $ : + :!E. e =
"A And now she goes there ev'ry day. = ~ ,
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": folks! s .s.z :ss q }}, 1ss Il
Ii> They really give me pains, sr fz;.
they. actually don't know enough l Es Il |.
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