The labor world. [volume] (Duluth, Minn.) 1896-current, 1915-08-28

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whi-ilst setting at my-y-y dear old moth
ers knee-ee.
5000 'rem-mem-bur whilst you're
Miss schofield stamped heartily upon
the musical floor. t.: s.. -.
SITS Peprod." she explained. ',rhe
lattice at the end of the porch is. loose,
and he crawls under ana comes out all
bugs. He's been .ha"ing dreadful
singing fit lately-running away to pic
ture shows and vaudeville. I suppose"
Mr.. Robert Williams. looked upon her
yearningly, He, touched d thrilling
chord on his guitar and leaned nearer:
"But you said you have missed me-"
he began. ."I'- ..',t'.
The voice of Penrod drowned all 9TH
er sounds. il. :. 49,, )
5000 rem-mem:bur, whi-i-ilst you're
young. - .s....
That the da-a-ys to you will come
When you're o-o-old and only In the way
Do not scott at them bee-cause'-
"Penrod!' Miss Schofeld stamped
again. -
You did say you'd missed me-" said
Mr.. Robert Williams, selling hurried
~ upon the silence: Didn't you say
A livelier tune rose upward
"Oh,; you talk about your fascinating
beauties,
OF your dem-o1zells, your bellies,
But the littil dame I met, while in the
city. .
She's par exce,laws the queen Of all
the 2swells. .
She's sweeter far
Margaret rose and Jumped UP and
down repeatedly in a. we'll calculated
area. Whereupon the voice of Penrod
cried choked1y, Quit that and there
were subterranean couplings and
sneczings.: >, -
S"You want, to choke Il person to
death?" he inquired severely. appear
ing at the end Of the porch. a cobweb
upon his brow. And, continuing. he
put into practice newly acquired
phrase, you better learn to be more
considerict Of other peoples comfort ~
Slowly and grievedly. he withdrew.
passed. to the sunny side of the house.
reclined In the warm grass beside his
wistfu1 Duke and presently sang again.
She's. sveeter far :. than the flower I
named he: after. -
And the nemery OF her smile it .haunts
:. -, me yet - 5: :. >.,% :.
When: In after years. the moon is SONY
'~' beamun' -: :
And at eve smell the smell Of n,@snon-
cite
I will re-CALA that
''Pen-rod"'
Mr.: Schof1e!d appeared at an open
window upstairs. book in his hand.
stop it, he commanded: Cant I
stay home with headache one morn
ing from the Office without having to
listen to- never did hear, such
squawking:" He retired from the win
dow, having too impulsively called
upon his maker. Penrod. shocked and
injured, entered the house. but pres
emily: his voice was again audible as
far as the front porch. He was holding
converse with his mother. somewhere
in the interior. :. ~.~
well. what of it? Sam Williams
told me: his mother sid If Bob ever
did think Of getting married to Mar
garet. his mother said she'd like to
know what in the name O. goodness
they expect to-. -,r
Bang! Margaret thought it better to
close the front door. .:
The next minute Penrod opened it.
Il suppose you want the whole family
to get sunstroke." he said reproving-
ly.. ':Keepin' every breath OF air ont O.
the house On a day like this.
And he sat down implacably> in tho
doorway. I. '.> d: 81.
The serious poetry Of all languages
has omitted the little brother, aud get
he IS one Of the great trials Of love-
the immemorial burden of courtship.
Tragedy should have found place for
him, but he has been left to the hap
hazard vignettist of Grub street. He
Is the grave and real menace Of lovers.
His head is sacred and terrible, his
power illimitable. There is one way
only one--to deal with him. but Robert
Williams, having u brother Of Penrod's
age, understood that way. .<.x..'
Robert had 81 in the world He gave
it TO Penrod immediately.
Enslaved. forever. the new Rockefel-
Ter rose and went forth upon the high
way, an overhowing heart bursting the
noodgates Of song:
Tn her eyes the light Of love was SONY
gleanunf,
60 sweatlay, -. -.
So neatlay. g.. .. -, .<.~ ..
On the banks the moons SOFT ~li<ht was
brightly st-eamun', e,|4 ::
Words Of love l. then spoke to her, :.
She was purest Of tbs peH-er: /
'1.ittil sweetheart, do not sigh.
Do-not weep and, do not cry. =, -. -,
I will build a litttl cottiGe Just for yewA
=ew-ew and I..''a:@ - ~
In fairness 1t must BE called to mind
that boys older than Penrod hate these
weIltnSs Of pent melody. "A: wife can
never tell when she. IS. to undergo a
musical morning, and even the golden
wedding brings her no security; a man
of ninety Is liz BILE to bust louseJ in song
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