NEWSPAPER VERSE.

Marlborough Express, Volume XLII, Issue 169, 18 July 1908, Page 6

NEWSPAPER VERSE.

THE FINAL THROW

At the hazard table the players* sat, Unknown to tame, 111 old Pompeii, dust-covered town — At a dicing game, .When swift Irom the mountain's burning side The storm swept down, And the ashes buried the,m all as they . sat

In that long-lost town. And sa they waited through endless years . x , With heads bent low, While countless nations -rose and fell, For the final throw; Till theUight of the day burst on the

scene,

And they-fell to dust: For so- Death finished their game of

chance, As old Death must. We, too, sit at our dicing-game, While over all ' Fate drops its ashy cloud of years ■ In deathly pall. And so we wait through endless years

With> heads bent low^ Till Death shall .finish our game of chance With the final throw ! —Horace Adams Rhoads. • Munsey's Magazine. AT BRIDGE." v She trumped my .ace; what could I' do£ / x The-'stakes were high:1 'tis very true; But oh, her eyes are big and blue. , ," I only smiled. She led th© king "before their ace And said "Oh,-pshaw! That's not the place !" v /- . And then she laughed into my face: ' 'Now don't get riled!'' Then she revoked; we lost threitricks. , She said : "Well, we are in a fix ! I know you feel like throwing bricks, But don't get mad!" We lost. I gave my I 0 IT, For shekels are both far and few. She said : "I don't know what to do, I feel so bad! "It really was a perfect shame! - But, then, I never liked the game; . Compared to hearts I think it tame— I don't you?" , I~said: "I''think so, too!" ' ■ Muhsoy^-s. • HAXS'S BABY. _ j So, help me gracious, efery day I laugh me vild to saw der vay . My .small youi^g baby;drie..to playDot funny leetle baby. When I look-of dhem. leet-leltoes,. (Tud saw dot funny leetle nose, Und heard der vay dot rooster crows, I shmile like I was grazy. ," ITnd when T heard the" real nice vay Dhem beoples to my. wife they say— "More like his fader every day,'" I vas so broud like blazes. Sometimes dheve comes ~~a. leetle schquall >. / i ■ Dot's yen der vindy vind will crawl/ Kighd jn his leefle stchomock schmall, Dot's too bad-for der baby. Dot makes, him smg at night so schveet, ; Und gorrjibarric he must cad, Und I must chump shbry on" my feet : To help dot leetle baby. He bulls my nose und lacks-my hair, Und grawls me ofer efery where, Und schlobbers me—but vat I care? . Dat vas my small young babjV Around my head dot leettyTarm,,- * Vas schquosin me so nice and varnish! may dhere never coom some" \_ harm To dot schmall leetle baby. A< MATRIMONIAL DISPUTE. "if you'd only a grain or-;two of . ■ sense, You'd think as I do, my dear ; The thing is as plain "as one, two, tliree, And certainly quite -as clear. * "You're pretty, and witty, have \ pleasant, ways, ai know you've a "heart, "-lie said; ,' "But, 0 dear me! What a thing itwould 'b& , v If only you had a 'head!" Her sewing fell from her busy hands, I She lifted a cheery face— ' Qoarley," ,she said, "a tale I've read lliat answers the present case. ' "^jF JV lia carelessly took one. night' • 1< rom her silken belt, a pin; - or.' llf, tinS her open needle-case, fene thoughtlessly put it in. "The pin, whose place was a cushion or "iace \ «im° V s nei .£llbom> Needle, said, My dear, if you'd on i y a% grain of sense, - \ You'd know that you haven't a head. . - "The needle smiled with a pitying «i& ndA id -witn a■ little sigh: X ' se^se I " y *m'd °nly Srain of .?' You'd know that you haven't an' •—■eye."' ,■■ .' ■■ .-■,_•■■.-■ S^ agaht he^. wor^ with » smile ■iSk&n?**P' t'* ' c to frown; AndXfoarlie thoughtfully took his hat And went for a walk down town And never again to his wife he used An argument so absurd;" if or he found,. if she hadn't a grain of She had always the fitting word. THE MODERITySsiON; aWhm raid? a" c y°U g°ing ' my pr6tty| ' ;Tm going a-miffiiuß, sir," she said Kef ' d Kke to discl<>^ tne That I'm an Inspector under the Act. ! So pray remain, for I want to know : A thing or two before you go i „ IMay,: pretty maiden, you must notl weep; "^ How far away are the pigs you keep? And what percentage of butter-fat Does your moo-cow yield? Pray tell " And how is the health of your pretty pet? - ■ ■■,■•*■ ■■-■■'■ ' HaS i* t pnthrax' caiM;er ' Wackleg,-gar-s ou^ister measles *or. whooping , Is the water clean in the drinkin^trough? ■ - to I pray thee answer these questions of tact, • : SSiJ'l? a2 ins Pector under the Act. With the fierce bacilli also I cope By means of my powerful telescope. hxeme me, I must examine your hand. > Purely Official, you'll understand." —Exchange.

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