The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1912-06-07

Ann, Susan and Hammer. Where'd he
get emi
And there were the old woman and
a cross eyed cat!
A Promising Beginning.
Three bows = three handshakes -
three simpers-three giggles-three tit
ters-all from the girls.
"Howdy? from the mother.
The tinker man had taken the alarm
and fed He must have had some
thing preying on his conscience.
After supper | sang that same "Old
Black joe" and Susan picked out the
chords on the organ. 1t went like a
runaway horse. | was called before
the curtain five times. l then rendered
MY Old Cabin Home and Annie
Laurie" and even Caruso might have
felt proud of the sensation created.
classical"
1.-THE real thingp'
"Beats sliding down hill on the
Fourth Of Julyw
Say, paw. there are no flies on
him.
The above were a few Of the COM
ments flying around when l ceased my
strains, and | think we all went to
bed happy after a brief talk about
some of the old masters, in which 1t
was generally agreed that they didn't
amount to shucks compared to my
nav, cobnoI pucinacc ononad fho npYf
morning with old Joseph. the colored
man, In the lead again and closed with
"The Old Folks at Home" Then we
went out on the veranda. and I told
the girls how my rich and cruel father
had first driven me to drink and then
away from a home filed with rugs
from Bagdad because l had refused to
marry girl with her mouth all puck
cred up as if she had a pickle in it.
His Own Press Agent.
I lied like a son Of gun. but the
object was meritorious one. Every
new singer out OH the public helps to
make mankind the happier by soften
ing hearts. and here was chance to
turn three out in heap.
Those girls ptied and sympathized
with me. They shed tears and pulled
their noses The mother said 1t did
beat all what human hyenas there
were In : this world, and the farmer
gave me a sly wink and slapped his
leg and exclaimed:
"By lingo. I'd like to meet that father
and tell him what think of him! It
might do him good.''
Two days later | was engaged to all
three of the girls-that is, thought
was. A hobo can interpret certain gig
giles and glances as well as a young
man living on Fifth avenue.
81 hain't the slightest objection to
the googoo business" said the father
as he took me out to the barn, "but
don't neglect the singing. Singing
comes first and matrimony next. Makes
it more romanticker for gals to be In
love. and | shan't say a word to stop
'em."
We were happy family for week.
Song, laughter, love and romance-then
the shadow fell.
A Bolt From the Blue.
No one in that family had warned
me that each of those three girls had
beau in the village and that the trio
drove out every Sunday evening to
court. In an innocent and lamblike
way | was standing by the gate when
the cavaliers drove up. They had
heard of me. They had 1T in for me.
With wild and savage whoops they
,eaped from the vehicle upon me. and
in two minutes | was licked man and
fleeing into the dusk of the falling
night
In which direction? There was only
one for me to take. 1t was back to the
railroad tracks and away from the
meanness and Vaccinations of human
ity.
l had left soft job. boiled dinners,
romance, behind me. but as felt the
ties under my feet once more my glee
was SO great that l involuntarily broke
into song, and that song was "Old
Black Joe" and put the " hippoorwills
to shame.