Decorah public opinion. (Decorah, Winneshiek County [Iowa]) 1895-1928, 1908-08-05
In THE APPLE TREE sANcTUM.

from your nose, but any old time W hen
thing loose and she goes. Out here
meath the old apple tree, where the
birds sing a grand jubilee, to the
typewriters click | can make copy
quick, and that's what's the matter
with me. Billy Bryan's pretty good
man, but he'I never succeed with his
plan, for he sings the same song as he
waddles along, that he has since first
he began. love to hear little pigs
squeal, it's an index to just how they
feel, but grouchy old hog or a
grumpy old dog, are a very much
different deal. There's big hole
way down in the sea, it's as dark as
dungeon can be. the fish have no eyes
though they're pretty good size, but
are fiat as pancake, by gee. II
Wellman starts out for the pole, he'll
probably dive into this hole, when a
big polar bear gets the most of his
hair, and he's all frozen stiff but his
soul. l once owned a mare called
Sister, and couldn't she 60 some? .
Mister. once she struck such trot
that the road got so hot. that her
shoes burned her feet to blister. II I
just had an automobile. and tomtom
on which l could spiel, I'd start out
fyin' and oppose Billie Bryan. till
he'd wind up his bazoo and squeal.
When the ice man drives up to the
gate, and declares his ice is full
weight, remember he's lying and
there's no use of trying to reform
him this year, it's too late. Now's
the time when the young hired man.
takes the hired girl out if he can, as
he looks in her eyes and tells her big
lies, as all have since this world be-
gan. And when he says wilt thou?
She'll wilt. for that's the way all
girls are built, to the preacher
they'll go and he'll take in some
dough, and next summer she'll piece
a small quilt. The old bluejays are
moulting some now, as they swing
from the appletree bough, just like
an old maid they are thrown in the
shade, by the young ones bright
plumes, l allow. They tip their
heads sidewise and perk. and chatter
serenely and smirk. and roll their big
eyes and try to look wise. but they
really help in my work. For don't
want to be too darned wise, Just
mingle with folks of my size, and
out meath this tree with thoughts
running free. let Solomon keep his
old prize. The bumblebee's song is
charm. and so is the rattler's alarm,
II you'll investigate, you'll be able to
state, that the noise isn't what does
the harm. The bedbug is one of the
boys. that maintains superb equipoise,
with great nonchalance he makes an
advance, you're expected to furnish
the noise. When the measles attack
our first born, or the cattle break into
the corn, how we frequently CRY and
SWIVEL and sigh, of all people on earth
most forlorn. But some folks have
bushel of sense, though they never
owned cornfield or fence, and their
hearts are so light from morning till
nigh, that their smiles are like sweet
incense. With the polite setting it's
sail. and the poliwog shedding it's
tail, the new crop of frogs aud the
new demagogues. will be classed as a
crop that don't fail. Billy Taft S |
most as big as a moose, and can fight |
like Satan turned loose. it is well to
remember that along next November,
he will cook Billy Bryan's old goose.
Some think that this world is a daisy,
and others declare it is crazy, if we
work in the shade when it's hotter
han hades, the farmers remark we
ire lazy. / knew a young girl who
got mad, when grasswidow married
Ter dad, and she then made match
With wealthy old bach, and now
'ides an auto. egad. A friend of ours
Town in Des Moines, says these writ
ngs should bring in some coin, put
Up In this style at four dollars per
nile, millionaire clnb I'd soon
DIN. Let's see. there's the paper a
lime, and just few minutes of time,
With nothing 10 fear the rest is all
lear, the typewriter fixes the rhyme.
1t dollar for ten thousand words. q
ould give good partner two-thirds,
he'd furnish the perk and let me do ,
he work. we'd have money to throw '
{ the birds. You can sing this song
ither end to. for l wrote it on pur-
ose for yon. it is made like a fiddle,
wo ends and middle, with holes left
0 let the sound through. Britt Tri-
une. '