ol' Pickett's Nell. a Th’ folks wuz talkin' ev'rywhars 'Bout her a-puttin' on sech airs, 'Nd seemed 't' me like they wuz right, Afore th' cows come home last night. But now - oh, my! FEEL more 'an ever like a fool Mather Dean Kimball. The Dialect Tale. We have had it in Irish and Dutch, From the east, from the north, from the south; The spelling is generally such As to twist the most classical mouth, We have meekly submitted for long, We have patiently tried to pronounce This language of story and song, But there comes to each pound a last ounce. O brothers, we pray and beseech, If you have a “short story" to tell, Put it into your everyday speech, And spell as the spelling-books spell ! If you find it devoid of all wit, If it lacketh both humor and sense, If it aimeth and faileth to hit, Spare, spare us the final offense! Has the reader no rights of his own? Must he read his once-loved magazines In language which makes him to groan With struggles to guess what it means, haunted by similar les, He tries to compare and collate, Till overtaxed memory fails, And he yields to bewildering fate? “Take care of the sense,” we are told, “And the sounds will take care of themselves.” It is time to return to the fold, O fillers of library shelves ! If man is a savage at heart, Conventions may suddenly fail, And an auto da fe in the mart Be the end of the dialect tale! Margaret Vandegrift. Teddy. TEDDY 's been to seek his fortune, Been a long, long way; Weary, foot-sore, and disheartened, He'll be home to-day. Handsome, winsome, lazy Teddy! Boys and girls and old crones say With ne'er a penny in his pocket He 'll be home to-day. 'T was for my sake that he wanted Store of wealth without delay, 'T is for my sake that he 's coming, Coming home to-day. Shall I frown upon poor Teddy? Let his luck his worth outweigh? Sure he needs a smile, I 'm thinking I 'll give him one to-day. William Zachary Gladroin. But now - oh, my! Six year! Waal, waal! doan't seem a week But now – oh, my! She uster tease, ’nd tease, ’nd tease But now – oh, my! 'Nd sometimes, ef at noon I'd choose But now - oh, my! 'Nd oncet when I wuz dreamin’-like, But now – oh, my! ) 'Nd them 'at knowed 'er years ago But now — oh, my! Last night! - Ez I wuz startin' out 'Nd then - oh, my! I THE DE VINNE PRESS, NEW YORK. |