Bisbee daily review., 1909-06-03

father had to borrow backing from the neighbors Sunday morning in or der to make a genteel appearance at church service.
 Next Imogene taught me by divers ir sinuating remarks. whispered across the aisle. to keep my fingernails clean. Mother marveled. She had labored tenaciously to this end, without avail Imogene's teeth were as white as pearls and showed gleaming and pure between her red lips. She had a pretty way of exhibiting them, even in those days-and one day I awoke to the realization that mine were neither white nor pure. How the gums gave up their blood that night, And thus, little by little, a boys love was modelling me into a beau ideal To be sure, the promptings were all given clandestineiy across the sohool-room aisle. On the school ground my preference for Imogene was now and then exhibited by sud den twitch at her long braids, at which she always assumed great indignation and called me booby. or something equally despicable. But in her heart of hearts I knew she was only trying to hide her confusion at loves first awakening.
 And then one night, under the glint- ing stars, I walked home with her from a party,
 That was the beginning of the end. | In another month or so she had donned long skirts--and mercy. how that girl did rush into womanhood. 1 was still in my baseball age when she married telegraph operator and went out of my life forever can see her now as she looked the | day before her wedding. which was in June. She was beautiful and there was glow of health and joy in her face that boded i'll for me I passed her house and saw her emerging from | the garden, radiant and happy slouched by with my baseball! mask under my arm. worried and sick at | heart.
 What makes a girl grow so much self over and over. And all day long I was disconsolaie and sad. Imogeue the girl who had taught me to keer my hands and my teeth clean. the girl ] who had instilled in me neatness and ! pride of personal appearance, Imo ] gene, my first love. was going away,
 Five years later when saw her, she had a face like hatchet, squalline baby and waddled when she walked,
 
 Phyllis and |.
 Phyllis lives upon the hill
 Where the sun is glowing She has caught the roses flush
 From the zephyr's blowing. Tn a garden Phyllis sits
 Preening to the breczes-
 She Is rich and Phyllis does Anything she pleases.
 I am just Iowly maid. | Neither rich nor witty.
 Phyllis clothes are made In France
 Mine are merely pretty. She has lovers by the score 1 have none but BIB.
 ffe WILL have me, yes or ro
 Sure or wiily-niliy.
 l Phyllis does not know her heart
 Docs not trust the suers.
 When a maid has wealth and place | She has ardent wooers.
 But a simple maid like me | Knows. though wiily-nilly.
 There Is no one in the world I Quite so nice Biliy. | e e e 1 A Minnesota woman lost a diamon, from her ring. Just as she caugh sight of 1t in the grass. a biueja, darted in front Of her and swalIowe, the jewel She offered reward O Ss5o for the recovery of the prize an, after all the town boys had failed. country boy caught bluejay in fig ure four trap. Upon killing the Dir and investigating the boy found ther was no diamond in the birds interioi
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