The Meeker herald. [volume] (Meeker, Colo.) 1885-current, 1908-03-14
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Her hair Is brown, her face Is sweet!
And yesterday. when she sat down..
She took the cross seat by my side
I made blum at reading news.
But Ger my paper stole a look.
Her cheeks are velvety and pink;
Her eyes-she kept upon book
Twas isabelle, or something like.
And she was buried in the same.
I wonder who the deuce she IL
And what she Is, and what's her name'
This city life Is pretty fierce!
Just see that poor old woman there.
She has a basket full of truck.
And in her face are seams of caro-.
Perhaps she's going down to scrub
In some skyscraper by the lake
Prone on her hands and knees. to rub
Away the filth the needless make!
All. here's a bloke! Just snIff that
BREATH!
Great snooks. but this Is lanyard dir!
Sometimes when sit next a smell,
1t shocks my breakfast egg for fair!
But, anyhow. wonder who
That girl is with the dark brown hair?
Her checks are like wild apple bloom
That blossoms In the tangled wood,
And in her eyes there glints light
That tells the worldly man she's good.
I wish that might know her well,
Might call to see her when like
But, say-if ! keep staring thus.
She'll think l Just came of the pike!
THURSDAY.
Last evening something happened us.
When 1 got on at Plymouth Place,
She sat across the aisle from me
The girl that has the winsome face!
At Quincy street, think 1t was.
An aged lady took the car.
She had an old. gray cloth valise
80 t,,,r o(f a
Most all the men were buried deep
Behind their evening papers there,
And / got up to give my seat
When / saw silver in her hair.
Just then the car-truck struck switch
grabbed and missed the dangling
strap!
The next thing. I was sitting in
The little brown-haired woman's lap!
well-yes, I guess that blushed some
In finding equilibrium!
1 glanced at her and humbly begged
Forgiveness for my awkward fall.
She didn't seem to be real mad.
Nor look contemptuous at all.
And just before the others laughed.
I saw a twinkle in her eye.
At that she Strengthened up and flushed
And cross her face there swept . cloud
OF anger at the giggling crowd!
And when she shot one biting glance
Around that car 1t froze the mirth
OF several fellows who were bold
And Uttered with quaking girth.
Z wonder who the woman is
Or where she works-and what's her
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MONDAY AGAIN.
I've got a raise and Rogers says
There's talk of letting me come In,
And be the Comply in our firm
But anyhow, this amt 30 thin!
I'm going out to Smiths tonight.
Smiths got the SWEETEST little fiat
In all the North sIde-near the lake.
He's jolly. too. Is Smith. and fat.
Somehow, l always like to go
Along with Smith to Rogers Park.
His home is happy and his wife
In blithesome as a meadowlark.
She's what Smiths chums call. 'Sweh
all right"
And, on the level, she IS bright.
TUESDAY.
Well great horn spoons and other things.
Now what the mischief do you think?
That brown-eyed girl I've met so much
Is Smithy's niece-her name is Brink!
She's just come here from Tennessee
To stop awhile with Mrs. Smith!
[ muffed 1t when she bowed to me:
She seemed some ratified. too. herself
When we were settled. comfy like.
Just for a quiet tete-a-tete.
She up and gave the joke away!
Exposed to Smith and wife the snap
OF how landed in her lap!
well-anyhow. did my best.
And Mrs. Smith she asked me out
To Sunday dinner! should shout!
WEDNESDAY OF ANOTHER WEEK.
i took the train on time to-day
And I was lucky. too. ! guess.
For SHE was there and looked immense
In some new-fangled morning dress
tShe's helping Smithy on case!
wish she'd come and work for me
'Twould make a heaven out of work
To have that woman for a clerkD
She welcomed me beside her there
Upon a space-say two by four.
And then noticed on her hand
A ring! A diamond ring she wore
1t surely can't be she's engaged!
1 wonder. sometimes. why God cheers
Our hearts with sunbursts and Their
A deluge of His hottest tears!
THE FOLLOWING TUESDAY.