Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1908-04-16
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/ haf 2 make thee Garden now and can't
play ball a tall.
| wisht thee Spring had never Cum If
can't heed her Call!
Thee Kids hez gone a-Fishin' where thee
Yellow bullhead feeds
While 1 am forced stay at Hoam and
plant these dog-gone seeds.
haf 2 spade thee Pesky ground and
smooth it on thee Top,
and then / Haf 2 round it Up and plant
thee Onion Crop.
there's radishes and Peas and Beans and
sweet corn b sewed,
a bed for every vegTabul that ever vets
been growed!
ma stands Ground and bosses Me and
makes me Hustel 2.
she sez that worlln' in thee Ground is
good fer boys 2 do,
and thinks that Shaving now and then
will Make me prize thee Day
when don't haf a thing 2 do but fool
thee Time away
she sez that when thee Kumpny comes
she'll tell em it was ME
that raised thee Radshes and things:
"Gist look at this one! See!'
but ! don't care fer praise AHEAD an
Kumpny Gums stay
when i could let this garden go and play
baseball TODAY!
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Saving the Country.
According to the late Whitelaw Reid.
the girl graduate of to-day would better
learn how to hit divorce in the solar
plexus than find Italy lying beyond the
Alps. Mr.. Reid admits with entire
abandon that the rapids are below us
and below the rapids is barbed wire
fence loaded with javelins.
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Real refinement, says Mr.. Reid, is
what the young women of this land
should SOW in the hot-beds of their
characters, rather than seeds to the
whirlwind of empty vanity and a de-
sire to get their busts portrayed in a
society newspaper of Sunday morn
ing. Whitelaw comes down on the
vain pomp and glory of this world
like hired man slapping holstein
heifer on the back with wet board.
Much work must be done, he avows,
to rescue us from the eddying whirl-
pools of false gods and f1uctuating
femininity. The girl graduate, with
womans white hand, must awake and
pluck us from the maelstrom OF ma
tional error and boarding house hash.
We need higher ideals, and incident
ally, a few more buttons on the back
band of our pantaloon seats; fewer
divorces. fewer shingle nails and
flrmer allegiance to the old truism
"the foot that rocks the cradle rules
the world!" With $4,000 persons
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twenty years, and more bills for ab-
solution Of the marriage ties pending.
the domestic statistics are getting SO
muddled that no child, however wise,
can tell its own father.
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Mr.. Reid is entirely right. The
sweet girl graduate in her curl paper
frizzes and taffeta gown should desist
in hitching her automobile 10 the
stars. The boulevards to the ethereal
skies are already too crowded. What
We need in this country Is a woman
who will guarantee chastity, forbear-
ance and clean laundry Sundays,
Wednesdays and Fridays, homemade
biscuits four times a week and COO
ing disposition that will take the kinks
out of dyspepsia and make this world
happy though married. Until then
we are sadly and irretrievably lostt
Let us hear from the ladies. Are they
for us or against us?
600
Turn Backward, o Skipper.
The sky to the west Is blue,
With sometimes cloud betide.
The hills are of em'rald hue,
All clothed in a gown of pride!
The oak and the poplar wave,
With cherry and elm and ash.
Deep neoks that the first fires gave
When God had unloosed the leash.
Are carpeted DER with moss!
The dells are a-bloom with ffow'rs
While bees to the wind gods toss
Their songs in the busy hours!
And youth at the barefoot stage,
Conversant with ALL Is there,
A-sport where the rifles rage.
At rest where the sand Is barrel
know where this Eden lies!
'Tis where I, boy, was free
To play at The Bend" l prize
When now 1 am out at seal
Far out from the home 1 knew,
Far out past the beacon light,
prav Ya Skinner frua