The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1906-07-27

iaCh : own people, as note:
Said Bill: .or pard, yo 1T in the right nesl
When You struck that movers amp
See Yer NANNY, sister, dad an the rest.
Amt 70 tckled yo' wutliess camp?
Twas my mother OF sure e2 you're alive,
An my sweet little sister. too.
THAT was born long after l came to strive
IN the Lane o The savage Sioux.
Twas my dad am the boys that I helped
that night
IN the storm ON the open plain,
AZ" sisieL gear that saved lbless her
From the fire-staks's horror and pain.
They had come out west in search o. good
They was purity hard up back there,
But they'd been killed es dead es OIL Cap
Grimes,
IL it hadn't been for men the mare.
The folks settled down on this very ranch,
An here we all live today,
Right on the OF trail to Camp ~Commanch'
f-lShty mile from there. so they say.
Little Marie, when Sine had grown older,
had met u gallant young United States
army captain at Denver, which meeting
Sprang into a courtship. The two were to
be welded the very day Jack was telling
his story to a drenched and wounded SCOUT
who had just ridden up after having been
sore}y pressed on his night trip across the
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had missed his way. Jack invited him to
put up and stay to the wedding, stating
that he had never seen his sisters at
famed right at hand, closing his remarks
as follows:
She's the sweetest angel under the sky.
An If Joe don't use her as such
Hell be called on to tell the reason why
I'm Tree to predict that much.
From hearsay he must be about Your size.
An WHAT'S fhato Wa'1i wanna CNnn'n
Tumms,
An here comes Marie on the run. My eyes!
They're a huggin' like two OF chums!
Dialect or folklore poems of a sentiment
al nature are bound to win popularity. If
they are worthy, and Mr.. Branch has
struck the popular chord in his Farmer
Jones" poems. Farmer Jones is a tall.
raw-boned Yankee, transplanted from the
r~ockbound hills of New England to the
fertile prairies OF Iowa in an early day. He
brought with him his Yankee frugality
and some old-fashioned Green mountain
forms of speech, which, accumulated by a
catarrhal nasal twang made still more pc
culiar by the loss OF teeth, makes his con-
versation the soul of richness, especially
when he Is in q laxative 1lood and a
philosophical frame of mind. Mr.. Branch
first introduced this quaint character at
an editorial convention in Dubuque in 1895.
in a poem reciting a series of whimsical
AiclueiilS Al Il printing Office, ellllleu
Farmer Jones and the Country Editor"
The farmer had grown rich in lands and
putfed up with egotism until he aspired to
be a county supervisor. He expected the
local paper, which he had never patron-
lied. to give him a grand sendoff. but 1t
merely said that Zones the m:ser wants
10 run for SUPERVISOR" This, of course,
made him hopping mad and he dashed into
the editors den to thrash that erring in
dividual, but he was interrupted in his
pans by numerous callers all upon err
rands that showed the newspaper man to
be a useful and beloved citizen n his many
relations to the public. Finally a mother
called whose little daughter, u great adj
rairer of the editor, had been called be.
yond.
And the editor had spoken
OF the earthly ties, now broken,
IN the warmest hearted words, sir,
Taat anybody ever heard. sir,
9 may Gods peace rest on your head"
The mother said, in a way so tender
Well, sir, l felt fur my suspender,
And tried to keep my eyes from bl-nkin'
Fur it got me into t1inkin'
OF the one We laid away
On a sad and crushin' day
Back when me and wife was younger;
Yes. sir, l had felt the hunger
OF a heart starved by the partin'
With a little un, and l felt like startin'
And a runnin' crazed and wild
w iobSAS 3Aii DoSA u SAAaI 0SdA
And this editor 1 hated
Fur the words that he had stated
Bout me bein' of a mlSer
And a wantin' to run fur supervisor.
This same man he wrote a notice
Bout our little dead flower, Lotus,
A kinder notice, one couldn't ask 1T,
OF how she looked when in the casket,
Like a sleepin' fay or a pearl settin'.
And how the angels was a lett.n'
OF her soul into the glories
Told to US in Bible stories.
Such lovely words, how could he write
EN-?
But never thanked the writer for it.
And now I'd come in fur to war 1t
With the editor for sayin'
In 4rass way that ma tb Fo9Ef Se 1 hsd Pa R,ay yer'
And it struck me (as might a horror
On some dark and grewsome nighD
How perhaps that he was right
In CALM of me a miser,
Flu l begun to look that size. sir,
When in a View of retrospection
I beheld my own complexion.
He failed to even try to thrash the ed
tor, and became one of his warmest
friends, changed from a m~oney-grabber
into a generous hearted citizen. abundant
in good deeds.
This poem, written "for newspaper men
only" has proved to be one ofsthe authors
most winning productions with the people
at large. 1t was repeated by request at
the editorial convention in Waterloo two
years ago, and although over two columns
m length, was published in full by the
Waterloo Daily Courier.
Mr.. Rranch's verses are Of the kind
which when well read are exceedingly in
teresting, and as the author has been a
successful actor in amateur theatricals,
and a drawing card on the programs OF
lodge gatherings, editorial meetings, farm
ers' institutes, religious conventions, ETC..
he certainly should be able to make a good
appearance on the lecture PLATFORM, as
he is said to read from memory in dra-
! matte style. in a clear, strong voice.
Local lecture associations should include
him in the course for the coming fall and
winter. And Sioux City should be first tc
introduce this brilliant son of Iowa poesy
IS a public entertainer.
Big Peanuts This Year.
From the Philadelphia Record.
PEANUT lovers have noticed that the
nuts are generally very much larger
this year than usual. a fact which may
$50 ,,a,.iGa5 nv tho most paSJa1 o1onra