Year: 1877

REPORT or THE R.4By' SNOW.
Dear Ed. NoRIHERSER, have you been told,
Or we're you there yourself to behold
The dismal plight the ladies' were in,
Who tried very hard the prizes to win
by tossing their babies high in the air,
That they might be seen by the folks at the far2
The weather had changed. and stiff was the


breeze.
Each baby looked as though it would freeze
But they must be viewed Notwithstanding the


cold,
For grecnbacks are nearly as good as the gold.
And they we're to be gwen to them in each class,
Whom the worthy committee decided would pass
As beng the prettest and most precocious.
To the verge Of good nature did they push us,
By saying no ribbons would be given away
Until our babies had been frozen again next


day.
Friday came and with it a sharp, chilling blast,
With drops OF rain, nov and then, rather fast,
But twenty-nine babies were out in full dress,
Each mother knowing her own did possess
Qualities superior over all OF the rest.
The hour had arrived to call class number one,



Each lady looked at her child and was dumb
AS the boy in gingham took the premium.
Dumb ?-Only moment, then such a dit
AS was made with their tongues and they cried


"'ts a sin
How wish the committee had each rope on.
Wouldn't we pull it ? They made such a jargon
won't try TO tell-The officer lowerd their tones
Az he called on the stand Florence May Jones.
think all we're pleased with her lovely face
While the ribbon of red was tied to its place
But this did notice. Mr.. Jones on the spot
Pocket his greenbacks, shoulder his babe and


GO off on trot,
Never waiting to see, so quickly he ran,
They we're giving the white to Grace Logan
An exquisite child, we'll deserving the credit;
But all Of the rest were OF equal merit
Look at little Miss Wiley with her golden hair,
Such delicate loyeliness is indeed very rare;
Then there was Gertle and Harry and Fat little


Fred,
And little beauty who had curls Of red,
Two or more lovely babies whose names don't


know,
With pretty, black-eyed Luella, made an the


row.


Number one gave way to class number two,
With ali kinds Of babies and all rather blue.
Number nineteen said her baby could talk.
Another proved that her baby could walk;
Then there was Clara Bell, and Johnnie and


wee. black-eyed Jennie
Who all got medal, but never penny
And other pretty babies, with Grace, lovely pet.
Why the judges passed her by, is a mystery yet
don't know why, but heard it made some


scandal
When the ribbon Of blue was given Minnie


Randall
For she was very fine looking, and quick as a


fash


In her little white dress and cardinal sash.
The second was given to a six months old boy,
Who yet may be President, if no alloy
Is found in his make-up-his looks show none
We hope no trouble will ere shadow his brow.
We must look quick, or the ribbon of white
Will be down from the stand aud off out Of


sight;
didn't hear his name but he's quite young to


succeed,
And is the fond hopeful Of Mr.. and Mrs. iced.
The premiums were all given-only six had a


prize.
While twenty-three mothers looked out OF mad


eyes:
They cared not fig for the speech to be made
BY Mr.. Ssares, and never heard what he said.
Was my baby there !: OF course, or how would


1 know
How our hearts and cur arms achei at the big


baby blow
But she felt so chagrined that her mamma


should keep
Her up for show, she "cuddled down" and


went off to sIeep.
She is just as cunning, and to US quite as dear
Az though she hal won at the fair. this year.
To those in class number one who received not


cent,
The committee paid you great compliment.
They said $50 many nice babies no difference


at all,


prize let fall"
So they took the parents that looked rather


poor,
As though poverty stared them In at the door :.
In this they we're mistaken, for I've been told


as a surety,
They are quite as well off as either Of the


thirty
They have money in bank, and abundance IN


store,
With plenty OF babies, which are worth far more.
Let me say to the Judges, of the toad, ere


stop,
You can't tell by his looks how far he Will hop
ANrwEnP. oct. 9th 1877 A. j. Il. II.


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tasteful woman can make garrett beautl-
ful and homeke. and at little cost. fer the
beauty OF. home depends more on education
and refaed taste than upon mere wealth. II
there is no artist in the house it matters little
that there Is large balance at tue bank. There
is usually no better excuse for barren homo
than ignorance or carolessness. 4 little me-