Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1921-10-24
Crabbscrawlings
ToREY TOADYINE SAYS.

Herald wrote us that they were 60
ing to call. Neither has done so.
Consequently, we have lost faith
In their writings and no longer
read their editorials.
The Honorable Sylvester Theophi-
lus Binns
Just four years ago was the father
of twins,
Two charming young ladies. as
pretty and bright,
AS any e'er left by the stork in
his flight.
Now last week the old stork once
more came to life,
And left a boy baby with Mr.,
Binn's wife,
And the two little ladies', when
they saw the new boy,
Were plainly enraptured, SO great
was their Joy.
so the Sunday school teacher
where the little girls go,
When she heard of their brother,
quick wanted to know,
II they'd give her the baby-of
course, twas In fun
But the answer came mo; for God
sent only one"
Men go to prize fights for the
same reason dogs chase trains. It's
the primitive instinct.
OUR PRIVATE OPINION, RE-
CARELESS.
A peep behind the curtains
would probably reveal that the
good people who are Directing to
Harvey Fergusson's BLOOD of the
Conuuerors'' are akin to those who
would have us provide drapes for
the statuary when they visit the
Louvre. True art has always
drawn the condemnation Of the
holier than thou Ever have they
objected to the hand that "holds, |
a. 'twere, the mirror up to ma
ture."
FERGUSON BELL-RINGERs.
Probably no man under forty |
ever lost a woman without feel
ing in some degree compensated |
by a sense Of freedom regained."
"She signed herself as ever
which. he reflected bitterly, might |
mean anything"
&C.. he no more thought Of
this than man in love thinks If |
the long restraints and irks OF |
marriage when the kiss of his |
woman is on his lips"
Man would he Just as vain as
woman If he had as much time |
to devote to 1t.
WHEN I WAS A-GROWIN UP
KID.
I amt much of hand fer COM
plainin',
Fer a man that complains is a
bore,
But these here nice frosty morn
in's
Keep a mindin' me more an more
OF the breakfasts we had in Ken
lucky,
When I was a-growin' up kid:
And / been lookin' fer things
ever since,
That 'ud taste like them BREAKFASTS
did.
Seems like that we wouldn't no
sooner
Than lay our sleepy heads down at
night
Than pa he'd be down there
a-yellin'
Upstairs with all of his might, :
"Whatsa matter up there with you
young-uns?
A body 'ud think you was dead!
Your mas putin breakfast on
table,
And here you are all still IN bed!"
Then comm rollin' up from the
kitchen
Was the best smellin' smell in the
world!
OF sausage an hom'ny an biscuits
That sent our young heads in a
whirl;
Fer there amt nothin' better than
sausage
An hom'ny that's fried It'll it's
So ouicker'n wink we was
dressin'
To see who 'ud be the first down.
And then we'd warsh up in the
open,
With two to pan. maybe three,
With me a-splashin' water on
Rusty,
AM Monkey a-splashin' on me!
Then ma she 'ud come to the door
way ,
An say well f-all-the- slow :
pokes!
Quit at tomfoolery this minute!
Come to breakfast an quit playin'
jokes!"
An then we'd all tromp to the
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With ma at the foot near the door,
Where she could run into the :
kitchen
An get things, IL we needed more.
That was, of course. after blessin'
Was asked by our pa fer the. food,