Jocosities, July 21 - 31, 1910









JOCOSITIES
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By JOE CONE

Cheerful Comment

Congratulations to Bingville!
You may lick your cone in safety. Johnson appears to be the champion scorcher, also.
That “ban” is a bad Outlook for its chief contributor.
Some folks build bungalows, while others only get as far as the bungle.
We have never heard that President Taft is particularly fond of cider and maple syrup.
Uncle Joe may be a stand-stiller, but he isn’t a still-talker, he is talking still.
The incarcerated mayor of Lawrence is trying to convince his followers that he isn’t being used White.
Any man who would swindle his wife out of $13,000 is not fit man to have around the house.
Hope the Grand Trunk will smother that strike before the American Press Humorists convene in Montreal, Aug. 1. If they don’t the jokes on that occasion will be strikingly one color.
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Uncle Ezra Says:



“Sometimes a day off is wuss than two days on.”




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Willing to Prove

Dr. Wiley pronounces the kiss harmless. But, girls, you don’t need to take Dr. Wiley’s word for it altogether; we believe we can prove it to you satisfactorily if the occasion requires.
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He Can’t

Caller – You never let a chance go by to make a joke, do you?
Prof. Humorist – You mean a dollar.
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Why, That’s So


You know, there’s one thing about these actor folks that puzzles me.”
“What is it?”
“I often wonder why they don’t stay married and save themselves the trouble and expense of getting hitched so many times.”
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Easy Essays


This has been an off year for the fly. He has been somewhat nipped in the bud, and when anything is nipped in the bud you can’t expect very much of an opening. His common enemy, man, or rather woman, laid for him early and often at the beginning of the fly season, so that when he appeared he didn’t find the garrison asleep. And the only way to exterminate the fly is to nip him in the bud; steal the march on him. To surprise him in camp, as it were. The great army of fly killers have done good work and are to be congratulated.
There is nothing new to say about the fly. He has been before the public for a long time, till everybody is quite familiar with his appearance as well as his actions. He is small of body, has two wings and six legs. Of course, having six legs gives him an advantage over anything having but two. Then he can walk upside down, hang by one fin and do lots of things the human couldn’t think of doing. It is said the fly has a thousand eyes. We don’t believe this, but we feel sure that he has five or six hundred, and all of them working. It is hard work to catch a fly asleep, and you never can come up to him head on. If you expect to get a starter on him at all it must be done from the rear. Even then he will see you if his age isn’t against him.
The Latin name for the fly is “musca domestica.” It ought to be even worse than that. “Musca domestica” is almost a poetical name as compared to what the fly deserves. But, after all, that is only his professional name; in private life he is called something fierce. We have heard actual ladies calling him names. The three best known ways to catch the fly is via the sticky fly paper, the spatter and the butter plate. Leave the butter plate on the table between meals and his feet will become so well greased that it will be an easy matter to run him down. It is equal to oiling the track of a locomotive. We would tell you where the flies go in winter if we had time, but the telephone is ringing.
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Accusing the Daisy

A maiden stood out in the field
     Where wondrous daisies grew;
Although she knew it not, I stood
     Behind her, out of view.
She plucked a daisy from its stem,
     Then hung her pretty head;
“He loves me,” and “he loves me not,”
     Alternatively she said.

Around the flower her fingers crept,
     The petals falling fast;
Her heart a-throb with hope and fear
     How it might count at last.
“He loves me,” and “he loves me not,”
     She murmured soft and low;
And on her cheek I saw a flush
     To shame the sunset’s glow.

“He loves me,” and “he loves me not,”
     At last the petal fell;
“He loves me not,” and in her eyes
     There came a misty spell.
I stole behind her bending form
     And cried, my heart a-bliss:
“The daisy lies!” And then I sealed
     The verdict with a kiss!
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July 21, 1910
















JOCOSITIES
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By JOE CONE

Irregularity


I do not like to take a chosen path
     Through woodlands still;
I like to wander aimlessly along,
     Devoid of will.

I like to be awake when all the world
     Is fast asleep;
I do not like to make engagements, then
     I’ve none to keep.

I like to choose a book at random best,
     From row on row,
Then get acquainted with some soul I ne’er
     Had thought to know.

I do not like to work day after day,
     In workman style;
I like to work with tigerish impulse,
     Then loaf awhile.

But when the time arrives for me to eat,
     There will I be;
And pay-day, too, is when I like the reg-
     Ularity.
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Uncle Ezra Says:


“Them who dance not on’y hev to pay the fiddler, but the hull orchestra, the prompter an’ the rent.”



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Everyday Philosophy

Some travel in-cog, and some on-hog.
Humanity’s weak; that’s why it needs a bracer so often.
Women are most interesting when they seem the least interested.
He who kills time shows very plainly that his ambition is already dead.
In times of peace many folks prepare to get hold of a bigger one.
Every man ought to bend to his work, but not become bent by his work.
Even if you do believe all you hear it isn’t necessary to tell it to the next fellow.
Perfumery has been at the bottom of more than one proposal.
Show us a summer resort without a mosquito and we’ll show you a shop girl who doesn’t chew gum.
There’s nothing made in working overtime unless you are going to look after it in a business way.
It is quite easy to distinguish the sausage and buckwheat eaters from the breakfast food cranks.
When people talk about making a barrel of money you can make up your own mind that there are no heads in the barrel.
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All the Year Round

Some love the summer girl the best,
     And some the winter maid;
But circumstances make the test
     For me, I am afraid,
In summer time the summer maid
     Doth set my heart awhirl;
And when the winter season’s on
     ‘Tis then the winter girl.
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Henry’s Future

Mother Stumpp – Listen to this, pa: Henry writes thet he hez ambitions to study fur the stage.
Father Stumpp – When you write him ag’in tell him he’d better study fur the mowin’ machine.
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Lumber Higher

A few weeks ago there appeared a bright streak along the lumber horizon owing to the fact that the price had taken a slight drop. The young man about to be married talked it over with his best girl and they decided that if lumber was coming down they would build the nest instead of occupying a second-hand one and paying rent. The carpenter, who had been out of a job a good share of the winter began to hear the squawk of the cutting off saw and the “tum-tum” of the small hammer, and his wife went so far as to plan a course of lessons on the piano for their oldest daughter. The dealers weren’t particularly happy over the letting up on the high prices, but the ultimate consumer was joyous.
Now, comes a dispatch from Pittsburg that casts gloom, not over the smoky city, because a little extra gloom wouldn’t be noticed there, but over the country in general, because that most ravenous of animals, the goat, has taken a liking to lumber. The tin cans, loose bricks and other back yard supplies having been consumed, the goats of Pittsburg have begun eating up the line fences, 15 of them having devoured a 40-foot line fence in one night. If that is true of Pittsburg it must also be true of other localities, and if the goats of the country get the wood appetite what will it mean to the lumber market? It means that forestry will be of no avail, and that lumber will rise again, and the dreams of the affectionate young couple will be turned to nightmares, and instead of building a home of their own they will, if they decide to get married, be obliged to go out and hire a last year’s bird’s nest.
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When Lindy Plays

(Contributed.)

When Lindy plays I feel like making from her house a dash,
She bangs down with her left hand – with her right one, zip, boom, crash
;Of course, you know it’s awful, but you say it’s very nice,
And then she goes a-pounding on – she thinks she makes a smash.

When Lindy plays, she grunts and groans, as if it were quite hard
To spell off all the dances she has had upon her card;
She knows that you enjoy it, so she keeps a-pounding on,
She’d use her muscles better beating rugs out in the yard.

When Lindy plays, upon her face she wears a vacant stare;
For your enraptured gaze, a mass of towsled hair;
And then she turns around at last, and asks you how she did.
To say a ting except “It’s fine,” you know you wouldn’t dare.
           HAROLD BROWN FREEMAN.
  Rangeley, Me.
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July 22, ‘10












JOCOSITIES
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By JOE CONE

Ame Green’s Fish Story

“I’d ruther fish for pickerel than any fish there be,”
Said Amos Green in Stokes’ Store the other night to me;
“Why, durn it all, there ain’t no fish in this hull bloomin’ state,
Thet’s got the snap a pick’rel hez when takin’ holt the bait.
An’ speshly in the mornin’ when the weather’s cool an’ right;
I tell you mister pickerel will put up quite a fight.
Will give you all you wanter do to git him in the boat,”
Said Amos Green a-scratchin’ uv the whiskers round his throat.

“That’s queer,” Jed Martin says to Ame, who scratched away serene,
“I’ve been around the crick a lot an’ I hev never seen
You out a-ketchin’ pickerel the way you say you’ve done;
Fact is, I’ve never seen you there a-ketchin ary one.”
“I said,” says Amos, ‘twixt his chaws, “I’d RUTHER ketch ‘em, Jed,
I didn’t say I hed, did I?” An’ Martin shook his head.
“I thought ‘twuz true to change the style,” said Amos with a stretch,
“Describin’ in a diffrunt way the fish I didn’t ketch!”
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Uncle Ezra Says:


“It is very pleasant to hev some one allus agree with you. But the feller you remember the longest is the feller who don’t.”



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Art Note

The artistic temperament seems to be the one most apt eventually to find its way to the divorce court.
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Outing Note

Lots of people who are looking for a week-end vacation appear to want to start about Monday.
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Somewhat Related

Hank Stubbs – Seth Scroggs says he’s ‘bout made up his mind thet he’s got the hook-worm.
Bige Miller – Thet’s Seth’s defernition fur the lazy bug.
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Missourians

Tommie – Do you believe that story about Daniel in the den of lions?
Johnnie – Naw; them was only stuffed Teddy lions.
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Musings of the Office Boy

The difference between a job and a position is about two hours.
It’s all right to say “Smoke up” if it’s follwed with goods.
“Take your time and hurry up” is pretty hard advice to foller.
Between the barrette and the lookin’ glass the stenog’ has plenty to do.
If all the time killers was in jail they’d be a pretty small crowd outside.
It is hard to think that the boss in the office and at the ball game is one and the same person.
It is easy to tell by the sound of a man’s voice at the ‘phone whether he’s talkin’ to a pretty girl or to someone who’s tryin’ to collect a bill.
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Game to the Last

It’s funny how some games work out,
     And win the cup;
In baseball, when the last man’s down,
     The game is up.
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Women Hypnotists

A New York saloon keeper recently had two gypsy women arrested on the ground of hypnotizing him and securing $10 of his money. This is the first time we have ever read of a saloon keeper being hypnotized. But of course two pretty female hypnotists working together in perfect unison can accomplish a great deal in the hypnotic line. On the whole the saloon keeper got off pretty easy. A $10 hypnotic spell is hardly worth mentioning. It is the $50,000 hypnotic case that attracts widespread attention. Of course the saloon keeper has this much in his favor: The two gypsy women in question were very pretty and were about 20 years of age. The powers of a pretty 20-year-old hypnotist must be very overpowering.
This hypnotic idea opens up some rare possibilities for the man who loses his coin away from home, and doubtless will be worked to its utmost capacity, but we can’t see where it is going to make any change in the domestic touch. When wifey extracts a few dollars from the pay envelope or from the limp trousers as they hang over a chair, can the monarch of the domicile consistently say he was hypnotized? It would be nearer the truth perhaps if he were to say he was terrorized.
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Hobson’s Choice

(Contributed.)

The rich man takes a special train, the king his coach of state,
The picnic fills the farmer’s wain, the beggar hugs the freight,
The chariot whirls the bride to church, the taxi speeds the groom,
The lovers make the buggy lurch, the banker owns his brougham.
The ambulance the wounded takes, the doctor autos round,
The prison van removes the fakes, the stretcher lifts the drowned.
The boy a bicycle bestrides, the sport a tandem drives,
The babe a basket carriage rides, the trolley takes our wives.
The farmer rides most anything, the railroads carry all,
The sailor board his ship will spring, the police their wagon call.
And some will choose a hack or gig, and some a landaulet,
And some most any kind of rig – dog cart or wagonette.
But one there is that none will choose, yet ‘twill to each befall,
And none of us will it refuse – the hearse will take us all!
      Melrose.                       T. F.
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July 23, ‘10












JOCOSITIES
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By JOE CONE

The Dream Castle

‘Tis not a big castle upon a high hill,
     With turrets and ramparts of stone;
Whose towering sides, where the swallow abides,
     Are hidden with vines overgrown.
Where travelers falter and view from afar
     Its roof as it flashes and gleams;
Nay, nay, not at all, is it grand, is it tall,
     The castle I see in my dreams.

Were I young, with the measure of years at my feet,
     With the ardor of youth in my breast,
Then my castle would stand, like a monument grand,
     On the heights of the far away crest.
And my soldiers would picket the ramparts of stone.
     And ‘twould give to my poets their themes;
But the years they have passed, and diminished at last
     Is the castle I see in my dreams.

All I ask for me now is a tiny abode
     Where the forest my neighbor shall be;
Where the lake calm and blue is forever in view,
     And my boat is e’er ready for me.
Where my health should be good and my wants shall be few,
     Where life is always what it seems;
Ah! That is the way that I see life today,
     The castle I see in my dreams!
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Uncle Ezra Says:


“It takes two to make a bargain, but sometimes a third party gits the best end uv it.”




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Vacation Note

If you have got to earn your vacation before you go, and then make up for it after you get back it will be more restful perhaps to stay on the job.
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Gungy Insight

Hank Stubbs – Autos kick up an awful dust, don’t they?
Bige Miller – Yes, an’ use it up awful, too.
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Pavement Philosophy

Pay dirt is clean stuff.
Ants naturally enjoy picnics.
Kidnapping is not popular with the young.
Some barefoot dancing is barefaced effrontery.
The alarm clock is one of the necessary evils.
Sometimes a person is shocked but not jarred.
A real friend in need seldom lets you know it.
Sometimes green peas are not as green as they look.
The smile that won’t come off is hard to grin and bear.
Some get too much outdoor life, and some get too little.
The bathing suit is very beautiful until it gets wet.
Scandal is a good deal the way it is peddled around.
Putting one’s shoulder to the wheel isn’t all there is to it.
The social whirl is all right until the keyhole gets to moving.
We look up the weather reports, then admire our own opinions.
Unfortunately, the tried and true things have to be second-hand.
Some people’s methods of hurrying is simply jumping up and down.
There are several ways of being broke, and none of them at all desirable.
Isn’t it funny, a society dress is apt to be cut low in every way except the price!
One of the greatest comforts of life is the thought that we could do a whole lot better than the other fellow.
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“The Brown-Tailed Moths Arrive”

                                              – Herald, July 7.
(With congratulations to Shelly.)

Hail to thee, dark spirit,
     Insect, bug or thing;
That, from sheol, or near it,
     Bringest thy fell sting,
And brushest us with hairs let fall from shirring wing.

Sharp as is the stinging
     Of the dreaded “skeet,”
Whose voice is ever singing
     Up and down the street,
Thy hairs we hardly see   we FEEL that they are there.

What thou art we know not;
     What is most like thee?
Through hades streams there go not
     Forms so dread to see
As gnat, or wasp, or hornet, or “skeet,” of thee!
     Boston.                           E. W. G.
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Easy Essays

(The Woodchuck.)

The woodchuck is not made of wood as many are prone to think. He is a little, brown-colored animal about the size of a house cat (if the cat is full grown) and lives in the ground; or under the ground would perhaps be getting nearer home. Very little is known concerning the woodchuck’s domestic life. If he has any good qualities he must keep them in his hole in the ground because all that he does outside is not to his credit. He comes onto a farm, digs his igloo and takes full possession, eating whatever of the farmer’s assets as pleases his fancy. He is very fond of nice ripe grain, and won’t turn his back upon choice winter squash if the coast is clear.
One peculiarity about the woodchuck is that he is visible but part of the season. In this respect he is not unlike the summer visitor, being right on deck while the vegetables last. During the long winter months he is said to burrow, lying perfectly dormant, earning nothing and eating nothing, not caring whether school keeps or not. If this is true the woodchuck is certainly to be envied. Excavating into the woodchuck regions has developed the fact that the man of the house doesn’t lay up anything for a rainy day, so the theory that the woodchuck rests on his laurels through to winter months is undoubtedly correct.
The dictionary inventor has seen fit to call the woodchuck the “Arctomys monax,” whatever that is. That may be all right for science, but the average farmer call him a “gosh dern nuisance,” which is probably more correct. It is not very pleasant when you are walking across a field after night has shut in, hunting for the cows, to step into a woodchuck hole and break your leg and have to crawl back home a mile or so on your hands and knees. It would irritate almost anybody, even a woodchuck enthusiast. About the only good point about the woodchuck is that he is a digger. Lots of easy-going people could take a lesson from the woodchuck in this respect. Always remember, that when you are trying to dig out a woodchuck the woodchuck keeps digging, too.
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July 24, ‘10











JOCOSITIES
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By JOE CONE

The Four Crowds

Four crowds in the running to go to their toil,
To enter the city and labor for spoil;
Four crowds as distinct as the classes of old,
But whose objects are like the earning of gold.
Four crowds in the morning, with sadness or song;
To which crowd do you, brother, or sister, belong?
There’s the six o’clock, seven, the eight and the nine,
All streaming to town in a serpent-like line.

The six o’clock crowd has its lunch in a pail,
It must be on its job, and it never must fail;
It is clad in its work clothes, its overalls blue,
And its shirt at the neck is well open to view.
And it smokes, and converses in ways that are loud,
But it’s healthy and cheerful, this six o’clock crowd.
It handles the horses that clatter all day
Where traffic is heavy and cursing holds sway.

The seven o’clock crowd has its lunch in a box,
And ’tis smarter a trifle in collars and frocks;
It fills the hot factories, and opens the stores,
And rubs the large brasses on stairways and doors.
But the eight o’clock crowd is the greatest of all,
As it swarms like a legion attacking a wall;
A stream of bright maidens, with beauty endowed,
O, wondrous indeed, is the eight o’clock crowd.

Then with dignity, weight and finances endowed
Comes the Captains of Trade, the nine o’clock crowd.
The bankers, the brokers, the Sampsons who keep
The financial powers from going to sleep.
Four crowds as distinct as the classes of old,
But with similar object, the earning of gold.
Each needing the other, to make the design –
The six and the seven, the eight and the nine!
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Uncle Ezra Says:



“They’s a lot uv people who work so hard to keep cool that they are allus in a sweat.”




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Engagement Note

The sooner the young man who is in love and engaged gets married the better for everybody; he can’t have his mind on the girl and on the job and do justice to both.
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Where Cider Comes in

Hank Stubbs – Apple crop round Gungy ain’t much to talk about this year.
Bige Miller – Ain’t very promisin’ for “surprise parties” next winter, I’m thinkin’.
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Cooling Off

“There’s a coldness sprung up between Harry and Maude, I hear.”
“Yes; and isn’t it almost paradoxical?”
“How so?”
“He hasn’t been a bit generous with ice cream invitations this summer.”
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Cobb’s Reputation

“Is Cobb’s motor air-cooled or water-cooled?”
“It must be water-cooled; there’s no such thing as cool air where Cobb is.”
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Beware

“A little nonsense now and then
Is relished by the best of men”;
But if it’s stretched from toe to crown,
The worst of men will turn it down.
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Dog-Day Mercies

(Contributed.)

The locust shrilleth in the dusty elm
     His clanging, hostile, stinging note of heat,
     I from the majesty of fire retreat,
Sealing my house, as cavalier his helm,
Lest noon should ruthlessly my brain o’erwhelm
     With its remorseless, cruel, solar beat.
     Deserted is the glaring city street,
Bald-headed prophet of a slandered realm.

Snug in my study, with a cube of ice
     A muslined lady and a frigid poet;
The day may prove a very pearl of price
     If love, and song, and beauty can bestow it.
My pity, Oh, my brother, wanting these cool mercies;
Then, too, four-footed friend, unconscious of my verses.
     Somerville.          H. A. KENDALL.
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The Greater Work

(By Edward Wilbur Mason in the National Magazine.)

For art’s dear sake! In age and youth
     One toiled beneath the sun and moon
And saw within the wells of truth
     The midnight stars at noon.

And one for joy of labor bent
     Above his tasks with soul of fire;
Ere long he saw a continent
     Girdled with steel and wire.

For wealth and lure thereof each hour
     One slaved nor thought of else beside.
He knew the circumstance of power –
     The vanity of pride.

Yet still another toiled with heart
     That to its childhood ideals clung.
For duty’s sake he did his part
     And lived his life unsung!

July 25, ‘10












JOCOSITIES
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By JOE CONE

Hay In the Barn

He worked all day
     Out in the field;
His crop of hay
     Was one fine yield.
And he felt gay
     (This is no yarn)
When all his hay
     Was in the barn.

He didn’t know
     A deal of art;
In pomp and show
     He played no part.
But joy his lot,
     And wide his grin,
Because he’d got
     His hay all in.

And you, my friend,
     Whate’er you do,
Should keep this end
      Fore’er in view.
Are you a clerk,
     Or actor gay,
Keep hard at work,
     And make your hay.

Are you a king
     Or peasant plain,
The barn’s the thing
     For all your grain.
While shines the sun
     Just make your hay;
Then, when it’s done,
     Stack it away.
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Uncle Ezra Says:


“Ev’rybuddy hez got to be ‘hez beens’ sometime or other, but they don’t wanter hurry it up any uv their own accord.”



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Outing Note

They say a change is as good as a rest, but with some people the more change they have the less rest they are apt to get.
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Cheerful Comment

Speed a-weigh the butter boat!
That bath tub trust doesn’t worry some people.
There were 500,000 suffragists strong, but not strong enough.
The Nicaraguan misunderstanding and the Panama canal keep going.
If you don’t write love letters they will never be read in court.
This latest theory of drinking a lot of water with meals will strike some as pretty dry.
A woman who can show men a few things about poker certainly is intelligent enough to vote.
If Jeff couldn’t come back in 1910 how is he going to return in 1915 to 1920, which is probably as soon as anything would come to a focus?
It is the old story over again. First comes the airship, next the airship destroyer, and now the destroyer of the airship destroyer.
When the convention of the Independent Biscuit and Cracker Manufacturers’ Association took a sail down the harbor it was like casting bread upon the waters.
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Unanswered Yet

“Mama,” said little Harry, peering over the dough-board with much interest.
“What is it dear?”
“If making bread makes white hands, like I’ve heard you tell sister, where does the dirt go?”
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In the Nick of Time

“I never got any results from advertising      
Here the solicitor interrupted by throwing up his hands in astonishment and took in a long breath preparatory to 10 minutes’ deluge of the merits of his company, when the business man continued: “Because I’ve never advertised.”
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Forcing the Truth

“A penny for your thoughts,” said he, trying to read her eyes in the dim moonlight.
“They are not worth it,” she replied, looking wearily out to sea.
“Then I insist on knowing them,” he pleaded, drawing dangerously near.
“You won’t be shocked?”
“No, indeed.”
“Well, then, I – I was thinking of you.”
A long silence followed, broken only by the distant lapping of the unsympathetic waves.
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Wouldn’t Do for Gungy

Hank Stubbs – Ma says she don’t think much uv the new house her nephew is buildin’ down to Newport.
Bige Miller – What don’t she like?
Hank Stubbs – She says the ceilin’s are so durned high they’s no chanct to slap muskeeters.
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Undesirable Literature

(Contributed.)

(Law bars Outlook from Hutchinson, Kan., because of Roosevelt article on prize fight. – News item.)

He wrote of fight, said ‘twasn’t right,
     In Outlook, did the colonel,
But way out West, where they know best,
     Such stuff is thought infernal.
O Kansas folk, is this a joke?
     Your lawmakers are vernal;
‘Tis sad, alas, that you should class
     It as a yellow journal!
     Dorchester.                     H. E. F.
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July 26, 1910













JOCOSITIES
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By JOE CONE

Haying with Helen

I’ve hayed with my father,
     When I was a boy;
And I can assure you
     I found it no joy.
I’ve hayed with the neighbors
     For so much per day;
But ne’er could I relish
     The making of hay.

I’ve hayed in the morning,
     At breaking of dawn;
I’ve swung the old cutter
     With muscle and brawn.
But never till lately,
     In fact till today,
Have I really been happy
     At making the hay.

But Helen came with me,
     Fair Helen from town;
Fair Helen with dimples,
     And tresses of brown.
She raked the stray grasses,
     And followed the cart;
But Oh, she did greater,
     She raked my poor heart!

Ah! Haying with Helen,
     While birds sang their lays;
While nature was shrouded
     In mystical haze.
I’ve hayed with my father,
     Resentful and blind;
But haying with Helen
     Is joy undefined!
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Uncle Ezra Says:



“Money talks, but what it says ain’t allus wuth listnin’ to.”




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Pleasure Note

It is safe to say, in the face of all that happened on the water last Sunday, that bathers and boaters will do the very same thing next Sunday.
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Wouldn’t Do for Gungy

Hank Stubbs – Ma says she don’t think much uv the new house her nephew is buildin’ down to Newport.
Bige Miller – What don’t she like?
Hank Stubbs – She says the ceilin’s are so durned high they’s no chanct to slap muskeeters.
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A Seaside Tragedy

Summer girl – So you leave here tonight?
Summer hero – Yes; duty calls me home. I have risked my job to be with you two more days already.
Summer girl – You don’t appear to be pained at the parting.
Summer hero – My heart bleeds to leave you.
Summer girl – Oh, Alphonso, Alphonso, must you go? I can’t live without you!
Summer hero – Ye gods, Claribel, I must. The train is rounding the curve now!
Summer girl – All right, Alphonso; here comes Charlie Whiteducks. Good joke, wasn’t it? Good-bye; good-bye!
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Cheerful Comment

China has insurgents, too.
Crippen can’t dodge the wireless.
“Wheat rises in Paris.” Glad it isn’t the Seine.
We need “showers of blessings” – also of rain.
Talking won’t raise the Maine; it only raises the ire.
Beverly expects her wandering sailor boy about Thursday.
Perhaps one reason eggs don’t drop is because it might hurt them.
And old man “Jeff” isn’t the only sport who can’t “come back” on his job.
Although Cavalieri never helped our beauty any we are extremely sorry she is ill.
Moral: If you are going to dive into the water to save somebody take your pocketbook with you.
Perhaps Champion Johnson feels that he needs to help himself in the limelight in order that he may be seen distinctly.
If seven aeroplanes can be wrecked while safely housed in sheds, what might not happen to them if they were on the wing?
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Those Blue-Milk Cows

The secret is out at last. Even a cow can’t always keep a secret. Jack Miller of Thomaston, Ct., picked a pail of blueberries, and seeking a few moments’ rest he lay down in the shade of the old apple tree and went to sleep. On awakening he found his pail nearly empty, but thought the strong rays of the sun had drawn his berries aloft. That night when he went to milk one of his bossies he found she was giving blue milk. Old brindle had been the robber, and couldn’t deny the accusation. Jack thinks that he has made a discovery that will be worth while. He is going to do a little experimenting now with red raspberries, blackberries and green gooseberries. He thinks he can produce any tint of milk desired by customers who have strong eyes for color. Meanwhile city people who have been worrying about blue milk will understand that probably their dealers have been feeding their cows a few blueberries.
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July 27, 1910














JOCOSITIES
____

By JOE CONE

The Witching Hour

When hearts are young, and love is new,
     And Cupid holds full power,
There somewhere near the midnight clear
     Descends the witching hour.
Love likes to have the world asleep,
     And have the lamps turned low;
Love heeds the power the witching hour
     Wields in its semi-glow.

Ah, fate! My heart’s no longer young,
     Though love’s not lost its power.
No more I wait the moments late
     For midnight’s witching hour.
My witching hour now comes to me
     When day has sunken low,
And in the west, behind yon crest
     The sunset bursts aglow.

The twilight is the witching hour,
     When labor rests its arm;
When peace serene steals o’er the scene,
     And dusk enshrouds the farm.
Then hand in hand with her I sit,
     And feel again love’s power;
Though years have flown our love has grown,
     And changed the witching hour!
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Uncle Ezra Says:



“A man hez got to do pretty simple things to attain an’ retain greatness.”



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Sporting Note

If we are to have the Jeffries-Johnson pictures in the dailies and weeklies why not have them in the moving picture houses?
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Why They Don’t Speak

She – Will you love me when I’m old, dear?
He – I love you now.
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Began Too Soon

Mr. Rocks – This titled foreigner wants to marry our daughter.
Mrs. Rocks – How delightful! Is he a baron?
Mr. Rocks – Very barren; he tried to touch me for fifty.
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THE FAITH CURE

[By the Bentztown Bard in the Baltimore Sun.]

Forty grains of laughter on a sunbeam on your tongue,
Forty grains of gladness in a cup of Ever Young,
Forty whiffs of springtime on the golden brim of day,
Where love of life goes dancing in the bloomy arms of May.

Forty winks of slumber on the hills of velvet dew,
And overhead the little stars that gem the deeps of blue;
Forty drops of crystal from the tumbling mountain stream,
With love to pluck your blossoms in the lanes of lovely dream.

Forty happy moments where the birds of summer sing,
And beauty takes her phantom way upon an airy wing;
Forty fiddling fairies in the bosky woodland dell,
 With lips of childhood laughter bidding all your cares farewell.

Oh, leave the little cankers and by faith we’ll make you whole,
Who keep our good green country for the comfort of the soul,
And give you wine of morning and the brew of joy to drink,
Where love beside the ripples leans with lips upon the brink!

Forty grains of sunshine and an hour or two of glee
Across the cool, clean meadows and beneath the greenwood tree;
You’ll need no other physic, and you’ll go to bed at night
With dreams of dawns of magic in the dells of fairy light.

Forty drops of bramble path adown a vale of bloom,
And bid the little aches good-bye that tied you to your room!
Forty drops of youth again beside the stream and hill,
Where all the childhood phantoms dwell and life is sweet and still.
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July 28, ‘10
















JOCOSITIES
____

By JOE CONE

Its Annual Visit

(Contributed.)
(Sea serpent seen off Nahant by D. A. Donovan. – News item.)

The time is late the guests are booked
     The season’s on the wane;
But up to date, each day we’ve looked,
     ‘Till now it was in vain.
No news in print of monsters strange,
     No one had got a peep,
Not e’en a squint by those who range
     Upon the vasty deep.

But now it’s here, seen in the bay;
     Plain through a big spy glass
Did it appear, they all do say,
     And surely showed some class.
‘Twas huge and long, some fifty feet,
     With jaws a-gaping wide;
‘Twas swimming strong with its web feet
     A-battling ‘gainst the tide.

From all accounts it is the same
     That called on us last year;
Without a doubt it’s getting tame,
     To come our shores so near.
This story’s straight, in every way,
     ‘Twas seen by Donovan;
At any rate, the papers say,
     He’s not a drinking man.

    *       *       *       *       *       *

He saw it pass while there he sat,
     With telescope to view;
Had we a glass as strong as that
     We might have seen it, too!
    Dorchester.                   H. E. F.
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Uncle Ezra Says:


“Mum may be the word, but ez a rule it ain’t used ha’f enough.”




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Humorous Note

This week’s number of Judge is devoted to the American Press Humorists. It would now seem that the funny men ought to be devoted to Judge.
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Making a Correction

Hank Stubbs – You remember thet woman I told you ‘bout who went through here with her dress upside down?
Bige Miller – Yaas.
Hank Stubbs – Waal, ma says I wuz mistook; she says it wuz one uv the hobble gowns.
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Cheerful Comment

That Russell will case won’t cease.
Harvard expects an uplift beginning Sept. 3.
Have you engaged passage for that first trip to Panama?
It is doubtful if “Jeff” wants to try to “come back” at “John.”
The little Cuban insurrection blossom has been nipped in the bud.
Young Kermit is a long way from home, and in a very, very wicked city.
The light in the tower of the Cambridge church was not hung there for signal purposes.
The Cleveland gum girls are out on a strike, and now the managers are chewing it over.
Rhode Island is going to put up the biggest clambake ever for President Taft. Well, they’ll need to.
Reported that Laura Jean Libbey is going on the stage. Cheer up, boys, there’s hope for us yet.
If finders of lost money are to get a rate reward of only $1.50 per $11,000 it behooves them to try to find larger rolls.
Doesn’t Marshall P. Wilder, the humorist, who is lying ill of acute indigestion at Atlantic City, know that laughing is a sure cure for digestive troubles?
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Ahoy There!

Doc’ Crippen sails the ocean blue,
     Seasickness not his store;
But he’ll be land-sick, I’ll be blowed,
     When once he gets ashore.
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Robin, the Robber

John Petsel, a Germantown, Columbia county, N. Y., farmer, has filed a claim in state court for damages to his cherry crop, caused by robins. Mr. Petsel declares that the robins, birds protected by the state, have destroyed 150 baskets of cherries, at 35 cents each, and he wants the state to reimburse him. And Mr. Petsel is quite right. Certain New England states protect the deer, which are multiplying and replenishing the earth at a tremendous rate, and when deer destroy crops, which they frequently do, the state pays the damage. If a person or persons sneak on to your property and steal your belongings you have redress in the law. The law would be extremely soft-hearted over the killing of a burglar caught burgling, but the saucy robin may perch himself on a luscious bough of your cherry tree and gobble all the cherries he wants, then drop the stones down the back of your neck. One or two robins gormandizing cherries wouldn’t make much of a showing, but 500 hundred strong, devouring fruit from morning till night would soon make a cherry tree look like a raise umbrella without any cloth on it.
The old saying that the early bird gets the worm is lost in the shuffle here. Mister Robin doesn’t care a hang about the worm, early or late, as long as cherries are in season. The early bird gets the cherry, and not only that, he gets the whole crop. He leaves no stone unturned. Bird lovers say, quite generously, “Oh, let the robin have a few cherries; don’t be so small!” The farmers would be satisfied if the robin would take only a hand share, otherwise known as the picker’s share, but when he trims the tree with almost human persistence and completeness it is high time to do as Mr. Petsel has done, look for a rebate. The father of our country saw that something needed to be done, so when he found that the robins had skinned the tree he cut the durn thing down.
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July 29, ‘10
















JOCOSITIES
____

By JOE CONE

Laura Jean Libbey

(Laura Jean Libbey, the author of over 80 novels, is going on the stage.)

So you’re going on the stage,
     Laura Jean?
Ah! You know you’ll be the rage,
     Laura Jean;
Well you know that lovers old,
Lovers meek and lovers bold,
All will want to you behold,
     Laura Jean.

We have read you since a boy,
     Laura Jean;
How you filled our heart with joy!
     Laura Jean.
How you made our pulses thrill
With your wondrous writing skill;
You can move us ever still,
     Laura Jean.

You will be a wondrous hit,
     Laura Jean;
There’s no slightest doubt of it
     Laura Jean.
You will monologue, perchance.
But we know without a glance,
You’re most young enough to dance,
     Laura Jean.
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Uncle Ezra Says:



“Many a man on the road to prosperrerty looks too often to see what’s over the fence.”



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Cheerful Comment

He came over (from Maine) in the Mayflower, too.
The east wind was right on its job this time.
The summit of Mt. M’Kinley is still open to ascension.
Will he be a citizen-politician, or a political citizen?
Now for heaven’s sake help make it safe and sane Sunday.
Marshall P. Wilder says the papers may kill him, but indigestion won’t.
Don’t forget that there’s business inside a soda fountain as well as out.
Women in the hayfields? O, well, the hayfields might do a whole lot worse!
Mrs. Russell Sage is to back a woman aeroplanist. Hope “Votes for Women” won’t adorn the wheelhouse.
What’s in a name, or relationship? “Nick,: son-in-law, and Theodore, nephew, both defeated!
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A Gas Note

Don’t hunt for a leak with a light; follow your nose.
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“Bryan Mum on Defeat”

We admire the fellow who gets on top
     And then doesn’t crow o’er his climb;
The fellow who spurns to do a few turns
     Is the fellow we like every time.
But the man who’s defeated, and then keeps mum,
     Who smiles, but has nothing to say,
Ah! He is the host we admire the most,
     So here’s to mute “W.J.”
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An Unbiased Opinion

(Contributed.)

Sometime ago a very young girl employed as a bundle girl in one of the large department stores of Boston was asked by her floorwalker to give him her opinion of a certain saleslady employed in the same department. The little girl quickly replied as follows: “Her ears are too large, her tongue is too long and her eyes are too bright.”
Boston.                                                    H. V. L.
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The New Way

“Mother, may I go out to sail
     In Jack’s new dirigible fair ship?”
“Oh, yes, my daughter, sail all you like,
     But don’t go near the airship.”
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Nipped in the Bud

The sightseers had just stopped in front of a quaint, old church, the large bell, which hung from the belfry, being visible.
“The constant clanging of the tongue all these years has cracked the bell at last,” observed the guide.
A little man on the front seat of the wagon straightened up and was about to say how greatly he sympathized with the bell when a big, red feminine hand fell with a thud on his shoulder and he sunk into oblivion once more.
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A Mean Burglar

There is no accounting for the tastes of a burglar. A Chelsea man a few nights since was robbed of his false set of upper teeth which he had left, not on the piano, but on the kitchen shelf where they would be warm for the morning. What possible use the burglar could make of the teeth is beyond comprehension; he would better have stolen the stove covers which he could have sold for old iron. There is no demand for second-hand sets of false teeth, at least in the better walks of life.
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July 30, ‘10
















JOCOSITIES
____

By JOE CONE

Blueberries and Milk

You may order your cutlet, your squab or your steak,
     Your salmon and green peas galore,
You may order your fries, and praise to the skies
     One-hundred-and-one dishes more.
I’m willing that you should have all of the meat,
     All the fish and things of that ilk;
But in weather like this I dwell in the bliss
     Of a bowl of blueberries and milk.

Just give me a pint of blueberries fresh picked,
     And a quart of good milk without guile,
Four slices of bread, and an hour ahead,
     Then watch me break into a smile.
O, order your table d’ hôtes luscious and large,
With their flavorings finer than silk;
But when it is hot I am right on the spot
     With a bowl of blueberries and milk!
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Uncle Ezra Says:



“This is a world uv give an’ take, but take appears to be leadin’ give about two to one.”



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Aviation Note

It is dangerous to fly high even when you are on the ground.
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Looking for Re-dress

“Don’t you think Penless, the poet, is making a mistake in bringing suit against that magazine?”
“Well, you see, Penless looks at it like this: He would like to know how it feels to have a new suit on.”
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Pavement Philosophy

The good dye not at all.
Also, the Lord loveth a cheerful liver.
A day’s work brings the best night’s sleep.
Don’t try to have eyes in the back of your head.
When you say “cheer up,” follow it up with cheer.
A stitch in time is what keeps the jewelers going.
As a man thinketh, so is his neighbor to the thinker.
The smile that won’t come off gets onto our nerves.
Playing fast and loose means a tight rein sooner or later.
It is pretty hard lines to go fishing and find you have forgotten them.
All the world loves a lover, but it pays a good deal more attention to the lovess.
When the barber tells you your hair is thin, he is speaking a truth that hurts.
Some people look in the Lost and Found column to see if there is anything they can claim.
It pays to advertise, and it also pays to advertise that it pays to advertise.
If your ancestors didn’t come over on the Mayflower, there’s all the more reason why you should visit Plymouth.
Bring up your children in the way they should go, but it won’t be long before they want to go by the way of the auto and aero.
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Summer Hotel Notice

“Persons using an un-necessary amount of gas for suicidal or other purposes will be charged extra.
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Pretty Sandy

Lovely bather – I think I will bathe over there beyond that point of rocks.
Cholly Swimm – Aw, I think I’ll follow suit.
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Looking for the Simple Life

Sportsman – This your camp?
Proprietor – That’s what it is.
Sportsman – Healthy here?
Proprietor –Healthiest spot in New England.
Sportsman – Good beds?
Proprietor – A-1.
Sportsman – Roof tight?
Proprietor – Don’t leak a drop.
Sportsman – Good food?
Proprietor – The very best.
Sportsman – No black flies?
Proprietor – Not a fly.
Sportsman – Good fishing?
Proprietor – Best in the state.
Sportsman – All the conveniences?
Proprietor – Everything the heart could wish.
Sportsman – Guess I’ll go further up; this is too much like the city.
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Original Toasts

TO BLUE EYES

Here’s to the girl with eyes of blue.
The fairest of the fairest hue;
Should she not with me favor view
More than her eyes would I be blue.

TO THE TWITCHING EYELID

Here’s to the girl who slowly winks,
Who with her winking raises jinks;
May she fore’er be idolized,
Nor have her eyes paralyzed.

TO THE MILKMAID

Here’s to the maiden all forlorn
Who milks the cow with crumpled horn;
Though city cousins dress in silk,
Mayhap they have no cows to milk.
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Montaigne

(Contributed.)

Most quaint old skeptic! that could doubt and smile
     And with good temper, but keen wit, debate
     The mystery, man, doffing his pride to fate
Unwounded; guileless, yet brimful of guile
To ransack self, most conscious egotist the while –
     Thou art the copy that, more full and late,
     Wit writes out at length but with a shallower pate,
Most modern-ancient, patchwork Bibliophile!

Those love to con thee who themselves have read
     Downward and crosswise the deep book of Mind,
     Shakespeare by the candle fed his greater light,
And our dead Sage,* by youthful fancy led,
     Adored thy will-of-the-wisp while life was kind
To dreams – dreams, tho’ wise, yet always bland and bright.
                             H. A. KENDALL.
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   *Emerson.
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July 31, ‘10































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