The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1915-03-18
Filling Space
By A. NOBODY
If You Only Think It's So
BY A. NOBODY
(After the third reading of Pollyanna)

If You Only Think It's So
CAfer the third reading of Polyanna)
He came to us dreamer fancy led wild schemer,
Who plays it isn't winter, but the heart of sunny June;
The voice OF him ringing an listen to his singing
Like crazy lovesck colleen, deudered wild his chune.
The winter drifting the voice of him lifting
Crimson flowers of beauty from underneath tn snow;
He tries have his game, recoect that
IT'S playing things what they amt by thinking they
The meadows in splendo the mother bird calls tender
Across tn boys to little to and seek their rest
The growing tn field tn trees give up fruitful yield,
An yesterday mocker put baby in it's nest.
Such things sed be- fur nowhere round knsee
Are signs of things you talk about tits making show;
He answers wild his trusted SMILE faith could beside
tn stie
colleen throwing kisses-if you only think it's so.
Then he goes wild his story full an SIGH glory
He talks of visions that he SEES an won't be held check
In soft words he Whispers Nancy an the game fancy
colleen tripping place soft around his neck.
Och! you jolly rover bring shamrock wild
Son of Hagar you have power put cheeks glow
but frost upon the pane but faith I'll swear the rpened
grain
Is ready for the reaper-for the who thinks it's So
To make pronounced beauty bluff woman takes pow
der puff added to that little paint and cheeks appear Is
that Amt.
The odashioned girl used to sit in the paror doing en-
brodry for her neghbo The girl sits in the
parlor and embroders the doings of her neighbours
There's many clingng vine" girl who into
rambler after marrage-hunting stewed husband
When the Road Bill comes from the House the pick will be
mightier than the pen.
In the study called THE Hemae of the Species" girl
isn't satisfied by being graduate she pogradu
ate course.
We roft tho shall
CURLY lowbrow who address usthat
is, if we condescend to at ALL
There a maid up in Moorhead
Who developed bit of a sore head,
She M. D.,
IT'S caused Miss said he
By your rats hanging low your forehead
We pretty word tOday-"Cassic." We do
know what it what it but like the sound of it,
therefore shall fill little space telling just what 60
ing to do. Classic has something do with the writing
game it's up to to write classic Just
catch up with few minutes that working shall
vert them into classic Our ignorance of what classic is
constructed of has nothing do with am-therefore
shall write a classic.
Our first trip to prison is OCCASION; second
funcion; our third 'bore" ''You really let
monopoze you," said Dsrael bore" you the
prison to monopolize you?
love talk 'fault-fnder" because so per-
ecty ungenia There absolutely nothing which
upon and have but few tastes in But
drawn together and live happily plying each others lack of
Judgment
When the Moonlight Brings the Mocking Birds
in May
(Our Weakly Hit
l thought had forgotten your last farewell to me,
aimed to cast my dreams in other ways
But spring time glory opes the door to sacred memory
And vagrant thoughts return to other days.
The meadows will purple and dogwood light the lane,
The fields be redoent with mown hay