Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1912-09-19
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tilfe ring ON his necktie. ii is "A purity
sure sign that he has been d~isappoint-
cd IN love and doesn't care who knows
ii.
)ellNe us from the friends who
come To tell us disagreeable things be-
cause they think it is their duty. They
can spread more gloom in five seconds
than the sciatic rheumatism and the
yaller Janders combined.
OF course a man never cares a thing
for appearance but you will not make
an enemy of him by telling him that
he looks nice.
There amt nobody that kin learn
The inside facts about a Teller like
a surgeon kin.
Lem Hickey has moved his family
over to his village from Peavey juno
tlon. Lem expects to spend quite "a lot
OF time in the county Jail this winter
and wants to have his family close by
SO as to visit him occasionally.
There amt much use in tryin' to
do favor for some people. HAM
Tumms sent Hot Peters a nice little
polecat for a birthday present and
Hold has had Hank arrested.
II. Egbert Peavey. or Beau Rrum-
mel. has just returned from down
TO the city n he says they have
got a Observation-Disclosures in
the cigar store down there that
squirts perfumery all over a Teller. T..
got six different favors, and he came
home smellin like a scent barber
shop on a Saturday night.
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THE MILITANT SuFFRAGENTS.
T. F. G. writes to the headquarters
OF u Militant S~uffragents organiza-
ton as follows: II suppose you think
you did a smart thing when you got
me to join the Militant Suffragents. I
thought it vas all right at first and
it certainly listened good. You know
Know IT, but my wife doesn't know
1t. and l can't convince her. The
time is not ripe. for a crusade for
equal rights for men. however just
the fight may be. l Ia been eat
ing cold canned goods all alone in the
order. and you can count me III from
now on
AND THERE YOU ARE.
A few lovesick stories all sounding
just the same;
An article on the congressional game:
A muckraker's yarn that is made to
sound fair.
Exposing some recently made million
aire;
Some chorus girls pictures you've
seen oft before;
Some poems the reading of which
is a chore:
Then 200 pages Of touring car ads
Appealing to those who are blessed
with the scads.
The table of contents mere mentioned.
Describes almost any New York
magazine.
PARADISE.
A hammock slung upon an Arctic flow.
A group of icebergs sailing to and fro:
And thou beside me pelting me with
snow
A lackey standing DER me swatting
From early morn until the daylight
dies:
Another through the night to slap the
sheet
All, that, m%ethinks. were Paradise,
complete.
A shady spot in some sequestered glade,
Ana thou beside me brewing lemonade.
That tinkleS in a pitcher of cracked
That's what L call an August Paradise.
THE MINSTREL SHOW.
All sholy always loves to go and see
a niger minstrel show.
An heah de Jokes nah gram pas folks
LATED at nan yeahs ago.
An loves to heah de end man brag
about his gal who's nam is Mag.
All always know dat long befo' Alive
heard EN- spring de same ole gag;
All does not have to stop and try to
figger out de how and why
OF any pun All knows each one and
not a single laff gets by.
All always knows as sho' as fate jes'
what they gwine fer to relate.
1t wouldn't be so soft to me IL min
strel shows was up to date.
Mr.. Bones, who was dat lady ] saw
70, with h other EVENING""
Huh! That want no lady. That
yo' know ] had bought a fahm?"
"Yo' has bought a fahm? Do tell"
Vas, indeed. An I has got all
kinds OF animals on nah farm. too.
All has got pigs an Sleeps and sows
an a goat widout any nose"
All. g'wan. A goat widout any
nose. How o he smell?"
Ladies n gentlemen, Mr.. Reese
Prosser. the lyric tenor, will now
sing that favorite old ballad. THE Lit
tie Old Red Shawl My Mother Wore"
All jes' dotes on de olio. de best paht
of the whole blame show.
Dem funny turns All simply yearns
to see an dat is why All go.
De monologue hits me just right. All
could heah dat mos every night.
All knows exact, and OATS a fact. jes'
HI lie gwine to say OATS bright.
When music teams are holdin' sway,
All knows jes' what tunes dey will
play;