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HE base ball season's here agin. Ter me it's lots o' fun, ter see
the players at the bat, an' watch 'em strike and run, an' slide
an' yell an" all o' that, an' yet it seems ter me, tha game ain't
half bo full o' life az what it uster be. I wish you could o' seen the
club in which I uster play!. O' course it wasn't liko the teams you
run across today; because let's see w'y that was nearly thirty
years ago! an' base Jiall then wasn't nowheres liko the base ball now
you know. Our nine comprised the flower o' that little country
town; we knocked out every club there was fer twenty miles aroun';
we had no fancy uniforms, but, mind you, we could play, an' make
ten times as many runs as what they mako today. Si Jones, the
blacksmith, pitched for us, 'an in them days, you know, you had to
please the batter, he could have it high er low; an' Deacon Perry
uster catch, except camp-meetin's when, we played a' sort o' "picked
up" nine, an used his big son Ben. Old 'Squire Smith played at
first, an' when his glasses stayed in place, so he could see the ball he
alters fortified that base; Judge Simpkins played at second, while I
proudly guarded third, an' young Doc Squills was short stop, an' as
lively as a bird. The right was held by Elder Tubbs, the left by
Lawyer Green; Cap Sidera, 'ith a wooden leg filled up the gap
between, an' they were just the fellers calculated for the biz, unless
'twas Green who carried a crutch because o' rheumatiz. He was
our safest player for he never tried to pounce upon a fly an' Bhow
hisself ; he'd take it on the bounce, but when we got a new style ball
he quit. J'l jes be darn," said he, "if I will catch a ball 'at ain't
made out o yarn." Them days at home, the umpire had to do the
business square, er else we'd throw him out, an' git another then an'
there; an' sometimes when the other side'd kick too awful loud, we'd
sort o' compromise the thing an' leave it to the crowd. Our wives
an' sweethearts uster come an' watch us play the game, an' though
we'd lose er win the'd always cheer us jes' the same. Twould do my
ole heart lots o' good ter be back there once more, an' play a game
'ith jes' the same ole club we had afore. ,
Nixon Waterman.
A BYSTANDER'S NOTES.
"There's a child among ye takin' notes."
A few years ago no one thought of dancing in this town except
the members of the Pleasant Hour club and the firemen. The rest
of society played cards or went to the theater. The married people
still play cards and go to the theater, but they also dance. It is five
years since Prof. Mahler had a little dancing class of eight couples
all more or less elderly people. When the professor returned to St.
Louis his prudent pupils thought best to preserve their knowledge
by using it so they organized the "Patriarchs." It is really a beau
tiful sight to see patriarchs innocently jumping up and down.
Their courtly and kindly manner make an evening with them some
thing long to be remembered. They deservedly stand first among
the social clubs of the city. Soon after, in emulation, the Empire
was organized, and it baB been equally successful. There is a strong
feeling of loyalty to their respective organizations among the mem
bers of. these two clubs, and the members of each rega.nl the other
club and ltB doings with the greatest interest. This more or less
cordial rivalry has done much to enhance the vitality of both clubs,
and has brought them to tho end of the season with just as much
enthusiasm as was manifested at the commencement.
"June's," where the present chancellor buys his oysters, and where
the first one lived, has become a theater for the discussion of all
topics. Religious ones predominate. Catholic workingmen going
out to labor on the bishop's new residence, Adventists waiting
for the Union college car, teachers and pupils in the Normal school,
all meet hero and join in the debate that is nearly always going on.
Meanwhile Mr. June attends to his customers.
O street, from Ninth to Fifteenth, is decorated on both sides with
a black fringe of buggies and wagons. This is a custom which
much smaller towns than Lincoln do not allow. Tho vehicles
obstruct more business than they facilitate. Besides which there is
always the impending danger of a runaway. How a horee once mix
ed up in this loose fringe would entangle it! How he would startle
the other horses till they kicked themselves loose and started out in
their turn to destroy and inspire the rest of the horses! The Journal's
dramatic critic would describe such a scene the next morning as an
equine cyclone. W.
Oh tell us, thou bird of the snowy breast,
Soaring to heaven through ether so blue.
Have those loves of ours beyond the stars'
Forgotten, or still are they fond and true?
Do the minor chords of life's Bad refrain.
Never echo there on the golden strand;
Can you bring us a message, Oh! fair, white dove.
Of rest, and peace, from the better land?
Oh tell us, if all is so fair and bright,
Their hearts have forgotten our darkened ways,
Or if they watch o'er us by day, and by night.
Longing to share our weary days.
Come back, with thy snowy breast. Oh dove!
To tell us they love us, that still they love.
Augusta L. Packard.
It would be worth while for the ladies to bear in mind that if they
take a gentle course of Ayer's Sarsaparilla in the spring, they will
have no trouble with "prickly heat," "hives," "sties," "boils," or
"black heads," when summer comes. Prevention is better than cure.
The special features of Herpolsheimer & Co.'s hosiery and under
wear stocks are the superiority of shape and finish of their goods.
They just received a consignment of hosiery direct from Chemnitz,
Germany.
All the New Spring St3rles in Furniture just arrived, and at Prices lower than ever.
Quick Meal Gas Ranges from $15 to- $35,
100 Leonard Refrigerators from $5 to $50.
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