The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1914-12-29
On the Spur
of the Moment
By ROY K. MOCLTON.

When Maggie Sings.
No ordinary voice is hers,
Because 1t really stirs
The souls Of those who listen and
Her kind Of music understand.
There's not another Of its kind
It's plain to see she has tone
That's really truly all her own.
No Tetraxzini or Calye
Can ever hope to sing the way
For her accustomed vocal flight.
Life loses all its other strings.
When Maggie sings.
When Maggie sings MY Rosary"
The folks who listen must agree
No one on earth could initiate
Her technique and that's safe to state.
Her audience beneath her sway,
See other troubles pass away.
They float on q TnyteriOus sea,
Where they had never thought to be-
The universe seems to stand sttH: -,
4hem aad ssrs shsst aSs1 msssase SEND
That this world Is about to end.
| l always wish 1t would. by jings'
When Maggie sings
From the Hickeyvflle Clarion
Iivin' pictures was given at our opry
house last week by the Ladies' Aid Hank
Rasslers'' and Hold reached into Hanks
back pocket for to get Hanks bottle
while they was in ciinch ana HANK
| soaked Hold on the bugle something oes-
perate. That was the most successful pic
ture Of the evening when it got to going
good. and Constable Ezra Whippie busted
into it just in. time to go sa1lln through
the winder and out on a snowbank. That
was the last picture of the evening, as
| somebody had to go to the fire, which was
| a fizzle and wasn't half as good as the
Miss Euphemia Perkins. our poetess of
passion, has won four packages OF toback-
fSe ef ahe araSef erns smoRn
which will be used for advertising pur-
poses. Col. Nudge says there amt moth
ing like having a talented daughter IN the
family, as he probably won't have to hit
the box OF free smokin' tobacker down to
Hilliker's store for two or three weeks.
Miss Mudge's prize winning poem was
as follows. tO-wit:
Come all We smokers, far ana near.
Oh come and see what you kin hear.
When other snokin gives you pain,
Just try pride OF the Gravel Train
Oh, bring your good old Henry Clay
And light her up and pun away;
1t wipes the clouds of from your brain,
Does old pride Of the Gravel Train"
Old Andy Butts is dead. you know.
He smoked it ninety years or SO;
He's smokin' yet with might and main,
But not Pride Of the Gravel Train"
Just save your coupons. They're the stuff,
And then. If you live long enough.
You'll get ten-cent walking cane,
So smoke pride Of the Gravel Train"
Tip.
One OF our valued contributors has
sent in the following recipe for catch
| ing feas, which will be of interest now
| that the flea season is upon US with
both feet:
Get a rope twenty feet long. toss
| one end Of it in the air and leave it
there. Fasten the other end of the
rope to a stake: at the top Of the
rope is cage. Scientists and bug
olOgists tell us that fieas are very
fond of cheese, so you place a piece of
| cheese in the cage.
The flea is iwalkfhg along on the
ground and when The gets to where
| the rope il he hears the cheese. So
| he climbs the robe, hand over hand.
and when he reaches the top he en-
| tiers the cage, but he knows not where
| to go therefrom. While the flea is
| eating the cheese you place a dish OF
ice cream alongside of the stake. You
then climb up the rope half way and
| cut a piece out Of the rope, but the
flea does not know this. He starts to
climb down the rope and when he
gets to the open space, which you
have cut out, he falls into the ice
cream and freezes to death.
Another good way to exterminate
| f1eas is to spread Japanese snun on
| a large piece of cheese in the pantry.
The flea sneezes itself to death.
| Still another way to exterminate
| fleas is to beat them on the head with
| a sledge hammer.