The comet. (Johnson City, Tenn.) 1884-1916, 1912-04-04
senator Robert Taylor "Our Eternal Rest

give them to you; it will catch the
news from telegraph wires and the
paers everywhere; from Madam Rumor
land the underground railroads; from
the lips of men and the tongues Of wO-
men, and when it can not catch any it
will manufacture; it will tell of the
discoveries of science and the creations
OF art; it will lunch your minds and
make your souls fat.-Those who re.
ceive it shall be called blessed, but woe
unto him who rejects. 1t shall be more
tolerable for Sodom and Gomarrah.
The Tayl (or) of The Comet acknowl-
edges the receipt of valuable documents
from his old sweetheart, Pettibone.
You may break, you may shatter the
vase if you will,
But the scent of the roses will hang
round it still.
Babies are a good thing to have in
the family They break the monotony
of every day life. The Tayl of The
Comet has two, Both gals and both
have tongues and plenty of voice.
Stayed at home few nights ago and
took care of the little jewels while their
mother went to tea party. First
quarter OF an hour, serene-had reg.
uar frolic. Second quarter, youngest
missed its ma, began to scratch daddy's
face and howl. Oldest got up on tip
toes and pulled wash bowl over on its
little head. Set up yell. Third quar-
ter, youngest bent half double the
wrong Weymouth from pole to pole,
voice like heyena. Oldest slipped
behind daddy and tore up his editorial
on tariff-haven't tried to write on tar
iff since. Fourth quarter, strength al
most gone. Beads of sweat on brow.
Youngest making 12O squalls per min
ute. Oldest turned over the coal scut-
tic, got in chair, pitched out in The
slop bucket. Our devil come In after
copy, gave him Is cents to hold young
est and keep oldest out of the fire till
we could run after their ma. Loaped
a quarter of mile, found their ma,
pranced home with her, found oldest
playing with molasses pitcher, devil
stretched out On bed exhausted; young
est in cradle kicking at ceiling. 40,
when | was single, o then," and so
FORTH
The Helm, of the Morristown Ga
zette ran his nozzel into the Tayl of
the Comet last week. The shock was
not a success, there was not wreck
of worlds. 1t was about like the noz-
eel of gnat Iagainst the tail Of that
"dark hossn the Morristown Gazette
wanted TO trot out for governor. Uncle
John please give us little more Of
your valuable time to criticisms on
the peculiarties and eccentricities OF
the editor of the Morristown Gazette
and let The Comets Tayl spread, yes
sir, let it spread. II you want ''a rest"
get up and ride, but, don't shoot of
your Roman candle at the "hlazzin
star" too often, you might get struck
in the bosom of the pantaloons by @
meteor from its nucleous or burned To
death by the sparks from its tail, and
then you know the Knoxville Tribune
would die of grief The Tayl Of The
Comet proposes to spread over the
state of Tennessee this load of poles.
Easter with its sunshine and show.
s-principally showers--and its coli
ored eggs has come and gone, leaving
only egg shells. Two little naidens
in the April of life with rose buds ON
their cheeks, with sunshine In their
faces, heaven in their eyes, with hearts
as pure as dew on the flower and Law.
sh with kindness as April clouds are
with rain, did not forget The Comet.