Pine Bluff daily graphic. (Pine Bluff, Ark.) 1893-1942, 1914-12-22
Oof garden under me. You'll hear

roof garden under me. You'll hear
that Ia. Ia, la at the Cafe Mccain
now, along with 'garsong' The nc-
bemian crowd there have become tired
of 'garsong' since O'Rafferty, the head
waiter, punched three of them for
calling him it. Oh, no; the towns
strickly on the bum these nights. Ev-
erybody's away. Saw a downtown
merchant on roof garden this even
ing with his steuographer Show was
so dull he went to sleep. A waiter
biting on dime tip to see if it was
good half woke him up. He looks around
and sees his little pothooks perpetra-
tor 'Hmr says he. Will you take
letter, Miss De st. Montmorency"
Sure, in IL minute says she, if you'll
make it an Y.
That was the best thing happened
on the roof. So you see how dull it is.
La, Ia, lar
" "Tis fine We have it up there in So
ciety, Miss Diana. Ye have the cat
show and the horse show and the mil
itary tournaments where the privates
look grand as generals and the generals
try to look grand as foorwalkers. And
We have the Sportsmen's show, where
the girl that measures sc, 10, 45 cooks
breakfast food in a birch bark wig
wan on the banks of the Grand canal
of Venice conducted by one of the
Vanderbilts, Bernard McFadden, and
the Reverends Dowie and Duss. And
We have the French ball, where the
original Cohens and the Robert Emmett
Sangerbund society dance the high
land fling one with another. And ye
have the grand Organ ball, which is
the most beautiful pageant in the
world, where the French students vie
with the Tyrolean warblers in dom
the cakewak. Ye have the best job
for a statue in the whole town, Miss
Diana.
"'Tis weary work." sighed the is
land statue, "disseminatin' the science
of liberty in New York bay. Sometimes
when l take a peep down at Ellis is
land and see the gang Of immigrants
I'm supposed to light up, tits tempt
ed am to blow out the gas and let the
coroner write out their naturalization
papers,"
Say, it's a shame, amt it, to give
you the worst end of it," came the
sympathetic antiphony Of the steeple-
chase goddess. cit must be awfully
lonesome down there with so much
water around you. I don't see how you
ever keep your hair in curl. And that
Mother Hubbard you are wearing went
out ten years ago. l think those sculp-
tor guys ought to be held for damages
for putting iron or marble clothes on a
lady. That's where Mr. st. Gaudens
was wise. Pm always a little ahead Of
the styles, but they're coming my way
pretty fast. Excuse my back mo-
ment. I caught a puff of wind from
the north. Shouldn't wonder if things
had loosened up in Esopus. There,
now! It's in the west. What were
you saying Mrs. Liberty?"
"A fine chat I've had with We, Miss
Diana, ma'am, but l see one of them
European steamers a-sailin' up the
Narrows, and I must be attendin to
Il
aloft the torch of liberty to welcome
all them that survive the kicks that
the steerage stewards give 'em while
landin'. Sure it's a great country We
can come to for $3.50, and the doctor
waitin' to send ye back home free if
he sees yer eyes red from cryin' for il"
The golden statue veered in the
changing breeze, menacing many points
on the horizon with it's aureate arrow
$50 long, Aunt Liberty" sweetly
called Diana of the Tower. "Some
night when the winds right I'll call
you up again. But, say! You haven't
got such fierce kick coming about
your job I've kept pretty good
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