The Oskaloosa herald., 1908-05-28

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In the mills where men are ground
You have turned yourself a name;
With the many fortune bound,
You have won success and fame.
All that growing wealth insures,
All that fame can give, is yours!
You have seen your dreams come true
Gilded castles pierce the sky .....
To the azure realms of blue
Where celestial glories lie
You have won Quesnly mate
And have hobnobbsd with the great
But, withal your lordly crew,
All your worldly fame and lore,
Have you won the Joy you knew
In the barefoot days of yoTe?
Have you felt the perfect Joy
OF tousle-headed boy?
In your victories, forsooth,
Has there come that tingling thrill
Felt. when in the days Of youth,
You went fishing at the mill
And came home at night, by JinS,
With six sinners on your string?
G O o
Hard on the Bacilli.
In certain town, perhaps It was
your own town, the pretty school
ma'ams (who ever knew a school
ma am that wasn't pretty0 were &C.
customed monthly to call at the local
bank for their hard-earned wage. The
cashier, who was a gallant man, think
ing to please the fair instructors Of
the juvenile, always paid them in
crinkly, new currency.
The custom becoming fixed, the
cashier was much chagrined one day
10 find the supply of new money en-
tirely depleted AS Miss Rosyblush,
one of his faVorites, presented her or.
der at the window, he said, apollo
getically:
"Er. ah-I regret exceedingly, Miss
Rosyblush, that | am entirely out of
new bills to-day. 1t is a misfortune,
indeed, and | assure you that 1t shall
not happen again"
Why, dear me, Mr.. Moneybags, the
currency you are going to give me Is
good, isn't it,"
"Oh, certainly, just as good as the
other, for that matter, but of course,
being old, l cannot say who has han
died 1t, or what bacilli 1t contains"
"Oh, never mind" replied Miss
Rosyblush, with a smile of resigna-
ton from which all apprehension had
fed, there isn't even a bacillus in
finitesimally small enough 10 live on
my salary" ISL
Whereat the cashier Uttered ex.
ceedingly, as well he might.
Ills. o o O
.,a. Naughty.
May Is sleeping on her blooms
Underneath the starlit sky.
Hark! An auto distant Blooms!
Jack. the Frost King. comsth by!
Sst! He halts beside his gear,
Rubs his chilly hands and nose
Shh! The villain stealeth near
Ha! He nips Miss Mazies toes!
Laughing loudly, off he flies: .
"Ha, ha, hay' and "Ho, no, no"
Now Miss May wakes up and cries:
,a"Oh, oh. oh! My toe, my toe!" -
All next day she feels the sting
Weeps and uses sunshine. too.
Wasn't that a naughty thing
For the Jack Frost king to dor
Voracious Mudeat.
There has been so much rain this
spring out where l live, that have
had to tie my radishes In their beds
with pieces of fishline, and at that
have had an awful time The blamed
bull-heads come up, and mistaking the
radish for a chunk of beefsteak, try
to make off with it. II 1t wasn't for
my wife standing down by the radish
bed shooing the blamed fish away
with her broom, don't believe
we would have any garden at all.
o o o
Bananas.
An octogenarian who lives across
the street from me, eats bananas for
breakfast, dinner and supper. And
this reminds me that certain physi-
clan claims bananas are wonderful
strength producers. He says: In
every banana there is spring OF new
life" A Missouri editor commenting
on his remark. says: But he forgets
to tell us that in every banana peel
there are several hard falls" a
o o o
Wlfes Away.
A Nebraska newspaper notes that
Mr.. John Trimbel IL around looking
for good-sized boy to do his milking
and chores for week or SO. while his
wife 10 visiting in Lincoln.
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