MAT 26, 1811
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"KIDDIES SIX"
Three weeks ago I an-
nounced that I would publish
another volume of my verses,
provided my friends of The
Commoner would show up in
sufficient numbers, each with
a promise to purchase at least
one copy, to insure the cost of
publication. I explained that
the 'title of my book, if pub-
lished, would be "Kiddies
Six," because of my six chil-
dren who are just the aver-
ago healthy, rollicking Itid-
dies have furnished what-
ever of inspiration there is in
the verses. Also that each
book would contain a picture
of the whole bunch, including
the little Woman and the
Architect.
I have been gratified be-
yond expression at the re-
sponscs. They convince mo
that I have a lot of friends
scattered all over the United
States and two or three ia.
Canada. Also that The Com-
moncr is a mighty good ad-
vortising medium. If the re-
sponscs keep up during the
next three weeks as they have
for the past three weeks, the
book is an assured fact. It
will cost you one dollar, and
it- will contain at least 200
" pages, ' bo? priritetf on flnb
paper and bound in cloth
"with gold trimmings. Do not
send any money now. Just
signify your willingness to
send the dollar for a copy
when I notify 'you that the
book is ready for delivery.
The Little Woman is keeping
a record of the subscribers,
and the Six Kiddles are ready
to have their picture taken.
Send 'in yur orders now.
By the way I'jn going to
print this boolc myself. I
haven't forgotten the case,
and I can still cut an overlay
or lay out a 32-page form.
Cheerfully yours,
WIMi M. MAUPIN.
As staunch and helpful, good and true,
As my wife's been to me.
And if my wish comes true, my boy,
You're blest beyond compare.
Your days will all be days of joy,
Your skies bo always fair.
The Biggest Boy to wed! All right;
But that recalls to mind,
As hero I sit this summer night,
The long years now behind.
I wish you happiness, my boy;
I'm glad because you're glad.
And wishing you life's greatest joy,
I'm lovingly, YOUR DAD.
certain, and its cessation is inevitable.
Tho Biggest Boy
The Biggest Boy, who flew the nest
A few short years ago,
And settled In the sundown west,
Now writes me: "Dad, you know
I've met Her! She's the girl for me
We want your blessing, Dad.
June 8 the wedding is to be.
And gee, dear Dad, I'm glad."
The Biggest Boy to wed? Dear me,
It seems but yesterday
I saw him run In 'childish glee
To boyhood's laughing play;
But yesterday in roundabouts,
Barefooted, tousled-bead,
'Around the house with noisy should
Now in a month he'll wed!
Last night I saw the shadows creep
And heard the youngster say
His "Now I lay me down to sleep,"
When tired with childish play.
Last night It seems 'twas years ago.
Ah, me, how time has sped!
The lad now writes to let mo know
That in a month he'll wed!
'All right, my boy. One wish for you:
May she you've chosen be
An Empty House
Tho little baby across the street
died last night. Just a tiny little
bit of humanity that had budded
seven short months ago, but it had
wound its little fingers around two
hearts, and then the tiny hands were
stilled they tore heartstrings and
wrenched two souls.
The white streamers upon the
door have fluttered In the spring
breezes all day, and behind curtained
windows a father and a mother, lone
and weeping, are gazing upon the
cold face of their first born. Lone,
yes; because a red placard upon the.
front of the cottage tells the passer
by that the law has stepped in to
prevent friends from coming to ten
der their sympathy. And tomorrow
evening the little baby will be burled
with no one present but the parents
and tho undertaker.
Time and again we have seen the
sweet-faced little mother standing
in the window with the babe in her
arms, waiting to welcome the hus
band and father home from his
daily toil. And just as the little one
was learning to know the face of the
proud father, and almost ready to
wave Its fat little hands in baby
greeting just as the dreams of
father and mother were brightest for
their little one, death steps int and
lays a heavy hand upon the home.
It is just a little cottage across
the street. It is the home of a me
chanic, built from the savings of
years and made ready for the bride
who gave her life into the keeping
of the sturdy young man who is to
day experiencing the greatest grief
of his life. A little house, but for
months to come it will be all too
large for stricken parents. Some
thing has been taken from the little
cottage, and tomorrow, and for many
months to come it will stretch away
into seemingly endless halls and
rooms whoso walls seem far apart.
It is all so strange! Why should
that promising youngjlife be taken,
and lives worthless to the world be
spared? Why send a sweet little
soul like that into the world only
to take it away again just as it be
gan knitting itself Into the souls of
others? We do not know all we
can do Is to wait, trusting that in
good time the mysterious will all be
explained.
But as we sit on our own front
porch this evening, and look across
the street and see tho fluttering
streamers of white upon the door,
our own hearts are sore and such
sympathy as those only can feel who
have loved and lost go out to the
two stricken hearts behind the cur
tained windows of the desolated cot
tage. i
v Expected
The magazine called "Human Life"
has suspended publication. This Is
not surprising. Human life is un-
Tho Bird and tho Worm
After perusing a recent bit of
philosophical dissertation auent tho
early bird and tho worm, recently
appearing in this department, J. H.
Haughawout of Fairmont, Nob., sub
mits tho following conclusion:
I fain would learn of bird and worm
Tho proper rule to state.
Should I ariso at half-past fivo,
Or lie abed till eight?
Wo all in youth wore taught the
truth
In plain and simple terms
As wo have heard tho early bird
'S the one that gets tho worm.
Yet I maintain tho case is plain,
And not a bit absurd.
I still afllrm tho early worm
Was up before tho bird.
So, if you please, I'll take my ease
And worry not a word;
For worms at play at break of day
Are eaten by the bird.
Described
"Dinah," remarked the judge, "you
are charged by your husband with
having hit him with malicious in
tent. Are you guilty or not guilty?"
"Yo, honah, ' ain't nevah hit dat
wufless niggah wit' merliclous in
tent in mah whole life. Do fac's o'
de mattah is, yo' honah, w'ot I did
hit dat niggah wid was muh soap
paddle, an' if muh han's hadn't dun
been so sweaty frum wo'kin' muh
fool self t' deaf f'r t' buy him his
vittles dat de paddle slipped, I sut
tinly would ah put dat niggah in de
horspitlo so dat ho couldn't a come
trasin' around claimin' dat I hit 'im
wit' sumpln dat I nevah had in muh
whole life."
Cautious .
Biggs r-"Hore comes Wlggs; lot's
slip around the corner and get away
from him. He'll want to tell the
latest cute thing his little boy said."
Dlggs "Why not wait and hear
it?"
Biggs "Because I want to tell
you a funny thing my little Harold
got off last evening at the supper
table."
Mean Tiling
"Don't you think I really ought to
have my voice cultivated, Mr. De
Bunk?" "Yes," growled tho mean thing,
"and the first thing you ought to do
Is to havo it pruned."
Mean
She "You know very well you
married me for my money."
He "Yet ypu have the nerve to
say that I never earned a dollar in
my life."
Brain Leaks
The sermon that everybody likes
hasn't stirred up many people.
The world's greatest heroes are
those who do tho little things well.
One thing about sowing wild oats
there's never any shortage of seed.
A lot of men think that when they
have given money they havo given
enough.
When a man has lived so long he
has forgotten when he was a boy, it
is time he quit.
A lot of men work themselves to
death looking for an easy way of
making a living.
We can forgive a man if he bor
rows a dollar and forgets to pay it
back. We can forgive him if ho back
bites. We can forgive him if he
cheats us in a trade. But as yet we
haven't cultivated the Christian gift of
forgiveness to tho extent that we can
forgive tho man who borrowed a
favorite book and returns it in a
dilapidated condition.
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