The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1909-09-03
HONEST ABE, U, 5, NJ,
They Want All Kinds of Poetry
Along His Route.
VERSES FOR HICKS FAMILY.
Comforts the Family Of Farmer
oreoh on the Loss Of Their Baby.
erinds> Out q Poem For q Would
Be Suicide.
BY M. QUAD.

By M. QUAD.
lCopyright, 1903. by Associated Literary
Pfsss.l
w HAD not driven n mile on nv
route the other morning when 1
III met Farmer George Hicks going
the other way, and 10 called out
TO me:
ABE, stop at the house Wien ven
get there. IL you are to drive past and,
II you don't give that old poetry ma
chins of yours a twist III never speak
to you again."
| stopped to find that the stork or
gander or gobbler or some other old
bird had come and left q girl baby.
The mother wasn't able to see me, but
said that she must have at least two
verses on the occasion and would show
me the new arrival and record her
thanks later ON. therefore sat down
and dashed off the following and hur-
ried on my way:
Good Farmer Hicks and his good wife
| Have got another daughter,
| Though they had three before she came,
And really hadn't orter.
But bless the kid, the little dear
Aye, bless her TO her toeses:
May she be happy all her life
And dwell among the roses.
was told that there was sadness at
Farmer Green's, and | found him at
the gate with solemn look on his
face. AS greeted him he said:
ABE, our baby was buried yester.
day. You'll have to come In and give
us some poetry. Ma wants something
to frame and hang In the parlor"
went in, and for twenty minutes
listened TO the tales of Franky's smart
ness and the predictions Of what he
would have been had he lived on, and
! then wrote:
! The doctor said II measles was,
And that they had struck in.
And that our Frankly must depart
To lands without a sim
He died at 10 o'clock at night
The winds did round US roar;
He spread his wings and flew awny
TO brighter. better shore
1t wasn't poetry TO live forever, but
just long enough to comfort and con-
sole for a year or two and 1t was
agreed by husband and wife that moth.
Ing could have taken the place of It.
There was something less sorrowfui
awaiting he ut Farmer Shows. In n
fence corner just beyond the house |
! found Jim Davis. his hired man, and
he stopped me TO ask:
About to Commit Suicide.
"Abe, are you willing to save me
from Il suicides graveY
Perfectly willing, jim"
"Mebbe you know that for the last
gear I've been IN love with Sarah
Stone"
81 suspected IT,"
well, | don't know whether she
loves me or not, but think she does.
| want something to. sort o break her
down ana make her confess 1t. WHAT'S
an ode, Abe"
"a yard and half of poetry praising
some girl"
Il thought 1t was, and / want one.
! must either have 1t or commit sui
eide"
Under the circumstances had 10
beat Uncle Sam out of twenty miuutes'
time and grind out the following:
Her hair is blond, her eyes are blue,
Her lips are cherry red.
Her teeth are white as driven snow,
And none al yet have shed.
She moves around like a gazelle,
Her voice IN like n song;
Her feet are solid under her,
And not SO very long
The sun Is kissing OF her cheeks,
The moon is does delight
In shining on her Greclan chin
On almost ev'ry night
Oh, maiden fair my heart Il beats
For thee, and thee alone;
BE mine-be mine, | thee implore.
My angel, Sarah Stone.
The turtledoves viii COO for US
Wen have our shady bower;
No thunderstorms will ever come
To turn sweet milk to sour.
When | had finished the above and
read IL TO jim | found tears I'm his eyes,
and as soon as he could control his
voice he grasped my hand and said
"Ahe, It's the most affecting thing I
ever read or heard of. If that don't
melt Sarah's heart and cause her to
promise to be mine then she isn't the
sorter gal to be my wife. Say, can't
thank you enough, l feel that l can
never reward you as you deserve. BY
thunder, II you don't go to heaven
when you die none of us ever Will"
got down to Henry Jed's place Just
In time TO witness a marriage and be
hauled In to lunch with the guests. |
After the ceremony | tried to make a
sneak, but II was no so. / had to come
TO time with poem and be told that |
Shakespeare hadn't the ghost of show
with me in the county.