The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1906-10-07
ROUNDABOUT THE GAYRIALTO
By Sam B. Russ.

been belching forth vile blasphemy.
A tin roof suddenly fell at his feet.
The next moment he fell to his
knees. He was, in short, a very
badly frightened fell-er. The other
was an old blind man, who with his
wife, was found, quietly awaiting his
doom in little shanty back of Pala-
fox wharf When discovered, they
were up to their waists in water, and
had to be dragged out by force, and
taken to a hotel, leaving their little
all to the mercies of the storm
The Poet might have gone in this
vein forever; but, on looking up, he
discovered that he was alone with
his Muse; and that he found his
solitude amusing is indicated by the
following choice specimen drawn at
random from his inexhaustible reser-
voir of rhyme:
A Song of GIadness.
Raise song of gladness,
Let your voices ring;
We're going to have a gcod time,
This Winter, until Spring.
Although the leaves are falling,
And sombre though the sky Is,
We feel just like a kid
Who's found out where the pie is
The opera house has had some "big
hits" lately. First one man hit it
then the storm hit it; and then, when
the parquet was full-full of water
Nick Smith hit the grit in the nick
of time by putting on the roof q
heavy coating of grit, gravel and tar.
But the season, though somewhat
delayed, promises well. Next Tues
day. for instance, roGeorge Cohan's
AS Minutes From Broadway" is to
have the right of way; and on the fol-
lowing Thursday Al. G. Fields-the
portly and perennial Algernon-
will uncork his big burnt cork show
here. On November s Arthur Dunn
and the usual bevy of big blonde
beauties, will romp into town and
punch holes in the" atmosphere of
gloom that some misguided souls evil
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well worth waiting for.
The Promise in The Sky.
Lest we forget the promise
OF the God to whom we pray
Lest We forget the glory
of the calm, celestial ray,
That pierces through the darkness,
That covers with a pail,
The earth wherein we tremble.
The earth whereon We fall.
Remember. Oh, remember
One Refuge still is ours;
One Solace still is left us
To calm the troubled hours
The hours when we falter,
And bend beneath the wrath
That falleth as the lightning
Upon our narrow path.
Lest we forget the answer
Wouchsafed unto our prayers,
And lest our feet should falter
Upon the winding stairs
The stairs that lead to Heaven
Are open still, and high
Above the world is beaming
Thy promise in the sky.
Palmetto Flat Paragraphs.
Any man can drive mule, but
woman must be led.
There is strings to sunbonnets. but
its slick artist who has got any
strings on what's underneath them.
No man who runs a straight fur
row, ever ought to be in Strengthened
circumstances.
Riches may have wings, but it is
mighty easy to clip them.
Some parsons preach so loud that
they actually drown the word OF God.
Women have no use for pockets
unless they are their husbands. I
Marriage is a sort of iron-clad
mortgage that only death or divorce
can lift.
The fellow who lets his wife break
up the stove wood. ought to be all
bnoke up himself.
The reason We have so many d.
vorces Is that love and common sense
are too often divorced.
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