Telegram Herald

Ne

you o nuret oa

SUDRC.

At other time

Don't you see that

I am busy

"I thought I must

speak now

I want

your consent to the

FATE

of your

daught er to me

to marry a man. I cannot be inter

rupted except upon business of importance.

-Laala Jeme

A creditable

A humorous foreign contemporary sug

gests a novel method of gaining the

attention of obdurate buyers

ON THE

COMMON.

She was a Boston maid of high degree,

With eyes that shame guiltless innocent nights,

And just such pouting lips as seem to me

To kiss her heart's.

I met her on the Common's grassy sod.

Near where the fountain plays in afternoon

mood.

She stood reflective, while a plastic wad

Of gum she chewed

"It does one good to seek this spot," said I

"When weary of the city's hum and buzz."

She ceased her various pantomime to reply:

That's what it does.

"This sylvan spot," then softly I averred.

The footfall of the tram seems almost to die.

Her voice came sweet as notes of woodland bird:

"Yes, I should smile."

The balmy breezes whispering overhead

With such ecstatic softness kiss the brow

In tones of liquid melody she said:

"You're shoutin' now!"

"And have you noticed, fair one, how each bird

Seems here to chant its sweetest vocal gem"

I dwelt in rapture on her every word:

I'm with them.

"And now the leaves like moving emeralds seem,

When in response to the sweet breeze

they

shake"

Her voice came soft as echo from a dream:

"They take the cake."

"And do you catch the flowers' fragrance sweet

From yonder garden when the soft wind blows?"

She answered as she viewed my rugged feet:

You bet your hose."

"Dost wander often to this sylvan spot,

The dirty city's curse of quietude to seek!"

Soft purled her answer: "Well, I take a tramp

Both once a week."

In converse sweet I neared by her side,

And felt that there forever I could dwell.

And as I left her, after me she cried:

So long, old pal."

I was not captured by her voice so rich,

Nor with her lovely form, so fresh and young.

But with the short dexterity with which

Her slang she slung.

-Capt. Jack Crawford in Clipper.