The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1912-08-22

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Ii tells how one chap smote his blooming Tyre
An turned out what she calls the lll-e-ad,
Homer he was classed high flyer,
But as for me call his flying bad
Of course tells her that it's all y K,
But when she goes throws the book away.
VII.
She's gone! Yep last night she went away;
guess they needs her, back on the St. Croix,
envy them some for she means Joy
To every that her day by day.
l know fromno there ii be h to pay,
1t looks things go wrong, just to annoy;
Even my horse wants her agn-don you BOY!
Sure note the longing IN your neigh
never gave no thought to welded life,
But now l think 'twould be the thing for me,
l kinda think I'd like to have wife,
That is, mean, especially if twas she,
l wonder will this longing ever cease
l sure wants you back Therese! Therese!
Somehow the saddles lost all charm for me;
wonder will she write me-hully gee!
There goes that emery wild stampeding steer
Why lately all the cates acting queer,
An it fills my day with misery
Some day l. IL quit punching-tor you see
l to be off there where she is near
didn't think that there could be change
In me- or any thing make complain
But things restless on the range,
The cattle to want her back again;
For Just when IN dreaming of her hair an eyes
Some Iocoed steer draws me from paradise
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Somhow the things she told clings
She said that they were food for any soul,
She called them spurs an guide posts to tn goal
To heights above ali worldly sordid things.
I've seem enough of wild life an it's Kings,
But the narrow path demands heavy toll
But, if she wants it why let er roll;
If she you wings why dons wings.
An nights, when all is still, l look on high,
An watch the Master Herder loose the bars
Affirming loose tn herd-I mean tn stars
To let them their pasture in tn sky,
An then thinks if she would just herd me
I'd roam my range in just such harmony
I've quit! Yep, drew my twelve months stake,
Going to town right pronto tor you see
Somehow me an ''punchin y don't agree
Since she's not here, feel an ache
| know 1 m nothing but a common rake
Yet she lowed there heaps O good in me-
An T. going walk tn path so-bri-etee-
Not for myself, but for her little sake
I'm going to buy an outft-for to wear,
An dress up, like seen some city chaps;
yes you bet L II do the thing up fair,
An when she all logged up, perhaps,
She II be glad an tell me with her eyes!
L m off to win her-an she sure some prize.
averse.
Pinnacle Bob hit town today,
Sunburnt and grim:
He's off to try an get girl
To se-herd him,
He's sold his outfit an quit his job;
So long pardner and-goOd luck Bob.
rhePoet Of the est. Croix Messenger TwanEs
His Tyre.
A chap from far Montana landed in the "burg today:
eve liked him, from first glance at his face);
He's hunting house for rent it seems he aims to stays
We bet there is Gladly in the case.
He's kinda shy talking in fact he would speak!
So we looked for out at country school,
when the flame of crimson play upon the School
Ma ANS Cheek
We cursed oursef for three kinds of fooD.
The fair one said, He Just friend while west
Why don't you seek Him and interview him!
1--WE made second bunde) Is he besest of the best
No promised l would be a sister to him.
We gave up interviewing, but day we write column
For if blushes-and sranger-tel a tale,
They show the material that would fill good sized
volume,
And aim to keep close upon their trail
LATER.
Pinnacle Bob the job
His marriage today caused stir.
For finally concluded that deuded
Concerning the two-Him and Her.
They fooled completely, they done it neatly,
We thought there nothing amiSS;
For those all around EN- claim they found EN-
A-hugging stealing kiss.
We despond ent-to correspondent