Connecticut western news., 1922-03-30

|
 played with them In one of the dances all joined in singing the verses:
 | I won't have none O. yer weevily wheat won't have none O. yer barley; | I won't have none O yer weevily wheat To make a cake for Charley.
 Charley is a fine young man, Charley is a dandy,
 | Charley likes to kiss the girls, Whenever 1t comes handy. When victim was caught in the 1 flying scrimmage at the end of pas sage in the game of Prisoners, he or she was brought before the blind folded judge:
 "Heavy, heavy hangs over your head" said the constable.
 Fine or superfine?" the judge in- | quired. -.--
 Fine" said the constable, which meant that the victim was a boy. 1 Then the sentence was pronounced and generally it was this:
 ''Go bow to the wittiest, kneel to | the prettiest and kiss the one that you | love best" . l Harry was the first prisoner. He went straight to Bim Kelso and bowed l and knelt, and when he had risen she 1 turned and ran like a scared deer | around the chairs and the crowd of l onlookers, some assisting and some checking her flight, before the nimble ! youth. Hard pressed, she ran out of the open door, with a merry laugh, and just beyond the steps Harry l caught and kissed her, and her cheeks I had the color Of roses when he led l her back. / tE.,.
 John McNeil kissed Ann Rutledge that evening and was most attentive | to her, and the women were saying l that the two had fallen in love with each other.
 '"See how she looks at him." one of them whispered. ....r. r...,.
 'Well, it's just the way he looks at her," the other answered. !. l At the first pause Iii the merriment Kelso stood on a chair, and then si- lence fell upon the little company. My good neighbors," he began, i've are here to rejoice that new friends have come to us and that new home is born in our midst. We bid them | welcome. They are. big-boned, big hearted folks. No man has grown | large who has not at one time or an- other had his feet in the soil and felt its magic power going up into his blood and bone and sinew. Here is a wonderful soil and the inspiration of wide horizons here are broad and fer | tile fields. Where the corn grows high you can grow statesmen. It may 1 be that out of one of these little cab l ins man will come to carry the torch of Liberty and Justice so high that it's light will shine into every dark place. So let no one despise the cabin humble as it is. Samson and Sarah | Traylor, I welcome and congratulate 1 you. Whatever may come, you can | find no better friends than these, and of this you may be sure, no child of the. prairies will ever go about with hand organ and a monkey. Our friend, Honest Abe, is one of the few rich men in this neighborhood. Among his assets are 'Kirkham's Grammar The Pilgrims Progress the Lives of Washington and Henry Clay Ham 1 let's Soliloquy,' 'Othello's Speech to l the Senate Marc Anthony's Address, and a part of 'Webster's Reply to Hayne.' A man came along the other day and sold him barrel Of rubbish | %nva NwwyT fAe 4 In of 'Blackstone's Commentaries Old Blackstone, challenged him to wrestle and Abe has grappled with him. reckon he'll take his measure as easily as he took Jack Armstrongs. Lately he has got possession of a noble asset. It is The Cotter's Saturday Night by Robert Burns. 1 propose to ask him to let us share his enjoyment of this treasure"
 Abe, who had been sitting with his legs doubled beneath him on a buffalo skin, between Joe and Betsey Traylor, rose and said:
 ''Mr. Kelso's remarks, especially the part which applied to me, remind me of the story of the prosperous grocer of Joliet. One Saturday night he and
 his boys were busy selling sausage.
 Suddenly in came man with whom
 he had quarreled and laid two dead
 cats on the counter.
 There said he, this makes seven
 today. I'll call Monday and get my
 money
 We were doing a good business here making fun. It seems a pity to ruin
 it and throw suspicion on the quality
 of the goods by throwing a cat on
 the counter"
 This raised a storm of merriment,
 after which he recited the poem of
 Burns, with keen appreciation of its
 quality. Samson repeatedly writes of
 his gift for Interpretation, especially
 of the comic, and now and then lays
 particular stress on his power of mim-
 icry.