Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1912-09-26

Laugh loud and long.
You long. lean. lank a%ttenuated
specimen of humanity.
You annot cast a shadow
And who ShiVer to death in the win
And regard us fat folks then with
keeneSt envy.
Laugh. doggone ~ laugh!
Have a good time;
Crack our ribs.
It's our turn now
Go ahead.
Give us the equine ha-ha.
Laugh. doggone you,
Laugh!
Laugh. while you can;
Chuckle, grin, giggle,
Point you long bony finger at this
upholstered frame
And smile at this all too solid flesh.
Your period OF merriment ia brief.
Then will come the north wind,
Cracking around your slyph-like
frame.
Beating a tattoo upon your spare
And your knees will rattle
Even as the end mans bones,
And you will shiver
! Like unto The aspen.
Then, doggone you,
Wen laugh!
THE WINK is ON THE BLINK.
Up at Adrian, Mich, the following
Il appears e the soda fountain in
Il drug store.
DON'T WINK ::
This is not an oculist's office, but ::
a drug store. I:
NOTHING DOING.
THEY'RE RIPE NOW.
This heightened thing they call IA
table dote."
BY jing, amt never goin' to git my
vote.
] amt daft on that stuff called a Ia
And I could live without it. fer my
Them fancy French layouts give me
e pain.
1t seems to me that they amt hardly
But there's one thing that just APP
peals to me
About this time of year, right to a II.
] may be some old fashioned and all
that.
And there may be some hay stuck in
my hat.
but there's one thing for which AL
| ways shout
When 1T has got the butter oozin' out.
1T is a food that's surely fit for kings.
It's got the kibosh on all other things
Ihat come out of the kitchen, to my
mind.
A culinary dream of wondrous kind.
You ask ME what I'll have? say.
b'gosh.
Most anything, just SO it's summer
THE PESSIMIsT.
There's been a whole lot written of
the alu of a smile.
But still the Teller that goes round
a-smilin' all the while
And don't do nothin' else but smile.
no matter what is said.
Don't seem in this worlds goods to
get so very fur ahead.
You'll hear this idee haIped on by the
optimistic crowd,
There is a silver linin' bright to every
gol ding cloud,
l5ut when the cloud dissolves in air
n disappears from view.
The silver linin' gen'ally d~issolves in
thin air. too.
inc darkest hour comes just before
Although your own pertickler dawn is
twenty years away.
II never helps the Teller much that's
Workin' i'm the ditch
To hear that some day, possibly, per-
haps he may be rich.
They say hat all things surely come
unto the man who waits,
But still there amt A mite of hope for
him who llesitates.
n feller who don't wait. but goes
right after things. you know,
He is the one who rings the bell and
grabs off all the dough.
II "ptimists and pessimists can ar
CUE pro and con
And thrash out all the questions that
they are debatin' on.
But after all is said and done. / think
that YOU will find
That misery or happiness is just a
state of mind.
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ACCORDING TO UNCLE ABNER.
i don't know which was the most
pathetic creecher, Eliza crossin' the
ice OF Napoleon at St. Helena, but /
do know the most pathetic lookin'
creecher l ever see is that mewl on
Hilliker's wagon. 1T is either nour-
ishn a secret SORROW or a blighted
romance or is suffering from n disap-
pointed ambition. So far as weepin' is
concerned. that animal would make q
NE sized hit pullin' Il hearse. No mat
ter how much money . mourner might
he left by the late lamented. ne couldn't
help shedding "a few tears il he looked
that mewl square Ia the face.
] v sec y Niger minstrel that
dtdn', look an honorary pail bear
cr when he got his face washed.
Elmer Jones struck a great bargain
down to the city the other day. He
won II dollars with Of seegars for a
dime. He put In il dimes before he
won.