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About The Falls City tribune. (Falls City, Neb.) 1904-191? | View Entire Issue (Oct. 14, 1904)
I . I k : THE BALLAD OF THE SAUCY KITTY - \ . .l. ; s ' - - Once I was shipped as engineer upon the Saucy Klttr. , As good a tug us ever swam 1'0 seaward from the cltr. 1 We pounded down the Hook one day , IIn oily swell a-rollhlg- , One of those heavy , soggy : days , with nil the bell buoys tolling , 'l'here's weather In the Mouth , " says I. "You bet , " sars Bill Mnguhe , t "And IC we get a ! lalllnRhlp : , we'll mac ! hcr pay our hire . " 'Ve sQutterpd down the sliding ! seas surd spluttered In t11C trough , Until the Jersey shore abeam lay 1/i / : eu miles ort' And there we hailed a Spanish : hlg ! with spats us tall as thlll1tlf'I' , i 't' And she was fl'elA'htell to the decks and rolling gunwales ulHlf'I' , "Now bllll ' " ' _ , ' " 1110 weather's coming qulelt , , bully boys , soya Bill Mktilte : ; And If we take that brig we'll have Il job to make liS sic ) ( . " 1Ve rounded to h. : , , 'dlh her stein and , "Hey ! " enys CliP MaguIre , * 4 "D' 'e want Ii lOw ? You'll need It soon Speak quIck , for I'm a flyer 1" ! , . The Spanish ealltaln strolled his beard and looked while wo stood ready. . "How much , ' \ says ' he , "Two hundred straIght , ' ' says Bill , "Jlnd rlMln steady b "Senor , you jest ! " the captaIn saId , Bill threw his ! wheel hard ( ] OWJI , ' 1'hree hundred dollars now " says he "and more before you drown " "No , no ! " the Spanish captaIn crIed. But Bill 'Mugnlre thundered , I TJ , "I.ook south ! For everyminute IIOW , I'll charge another hundred ! " , The "I'll ' fet , . . .towlngl" I captaIn looked and leaped aste-rn. pay you your I' But : Cap Maguire twirled his wheel und said : "SlIl\ more Hm'l'e owIng , } 'II charge you seven hundred now to my me for my wailing ; You hl1\'en't got a mInute tuft for here the squall cornel skating ! " - , . , ' , . -'Done ! " crIed the Spaniard , black with rage , both hIs dark eyes n-llnt1l . : " 7 ; ' , ' " . "I only hope you ) tow one-hal as well as you can swhu'lle ! " I't. ' . . < ' 'Ve'd barely got the vessel fast and swung her to the l'ui'wRer ' t' . ' , : . . Before the weather hit us straight and how the squall did yaw her ! , ' v - " We headed In the smother blind , We'd scarce come out n-dllmJln ! , Before again we'd bury deep In green that came a-fipplitgll. ! ; 'I 1 1 MaguIre sIgnaled for full speed ; then down the tube he' . hollers : \ . " ' - . "Now , If you bust that hawser we lose seven hundted..dollnrs , ! " . " 'Ve rolled to right , we rolled to left , each , roll looked like , our , last , But In the reeling pilot house Maguire held her fast , L ' " 'Vo couldn't lee the brIg astern ' 1'he.ah' was thlelt mi'IIrht ' } " , . ' And only the tense hawser told that we still had her tight ; ' ' . ; ; . ' : 'Ve rolled to right we rolled to left ; we drowned from bow to stern , , ' , " With heart In ! moulh 1 braced myself ; and watched . my enginesturn . . . . . : ; > " . . . . . " . . . , . . , And each time the propeller ! raced , I thought : .rhls Is her lust ! " I . . . . . ' Hut evelT time MaguIre turned and held her to the blast. ! : , ' " . . ; . _ ! Now If you'\'e seen that Jersey shore hit by a gale from seaward . YOlI'll need no sworn certificate to tell you death's to leeward , r ( ! SO when MaguIre down the tube said : "JIm , she's losing steady ! " I Haw that devil of Ii beach as If we'd struck all'eady. 1 saw Its wIcked , tawny- glint , where , deep In tons of water , It waIted for the crested sea to bring UR to the slaughter. "We can't hold on , " my ) helper saId ( hIs breath came In short catches ) , "I [ we don't cast that SpanIard off , wc'lI go ashore as matcht'H. " ! \ rq "My engines can't do any more " I relied up to MaguIre , . . . ' " .nil we are taking sea aboard that sure will drown our tire ! i ' No man will blame you If you cast a shIp off In thIs weather ! " , , 'Ve'll hold ! the brig " Maguire said , "or go ashore together ! " 'Ve rolled to starboard and to port , we rolled from left to rIght , : \ ' Once as WH wallowed. flllll my post the beach was plaIn In ! HIght. : . : ' 1r'e ; : came so close that I could see tltu white foam on the strand , . . , ' " All every 1'a'bnck rolled ashore and pounded on the lant1. , ' . : . . Then Maguire down the tube : "You' i e holdIng to her tine ! Now keep roUl' engine steady . man , und don't you bust that line ! " T "She's almost In the brealters " said my helpcl' "Now wc're done ! . ' " 'hen will that madman at the wheel cast off hIs line and 1'\111'1" . But Bill's voIce down the tube again sans cheerily , "YOII bet ! " ' If we can keep her as she 13 , wc'lI hold that Spaniard yet ! " ' f 't I ' Ridge after ridge of crested sea tried to twIst us around , . ' , I And roll us itS a foundered wreck toward the Jerseys gJ'olln\l. Stroke after stroke the black squall beat to turn her nose and twIst UK headlong In the trough where we would vanIsh like a mIst. ' ' . ' made ! I nursed them nil I knew 'r""n t after turn my engInes ; straight with her nose to open sea Maguire held her true " - Be held her true for seven hour . all of a steady squall , . . . . . . ' , . ' . And we were just outsIde the line of brealters-thut was all , , ' ; ' . . . , When the black storm flapped at last and left us where we shoo , _ . ' : , , ' 1'0 flounder on the tossing sea and lliwl inside the Hook. , . ' . ; : ' , No ' , . . .ord came from the rolling brig _ until \ ) we reached smooth water , , t : : ; And took our hawser and steamed ' , round to lie beneath her quarter . ' ' " " ' , ' ' The Spanish captaIn then leaned dow , bearded and tall and grave : , . : : ; ' > "Senor , the tugboat captain your pardon 1 must crave , ' -4 A ' thief of the sea I thought you when , this little trip began , , 1'It. . . " 'i s ± nut -I stand In' port on my rescued shIp to say that you ore u man ! " . Ji. ; . , -BolitOIl Herald. ' . ' . - . . _ . . ' . I . . ' ' ' 'J ' ' ' i& . ' 'r- ' \ . . . , I . . " ' . _ , " \1J in , . - ' ! ' 't.rt ; , t. I , i1 : , . : " . , . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - " - - - - - - - - . - - - " - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Fashion Always Supreme. \ . " , The excavations which Dr. Evans " , : hf' " been malting In Crete reveal that ' 1r Ua woman of fashion In IGOO B. C. fa 'l'1d the hourglass waist and figure , . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - and probably the Grecian figure was regarded as a harbarlsm. Barbaric figures , however sensible ; ] , can never hope to compete with those of fash. lon's dictates. ' . . - - - - - TICKLE J GRASS , BY ByroN WILLIAI15 M ' 'V I p. " lny 111 ! lit kept ! ! III n litrollhoxl 1'11'1111111'1' knows little of pelf ! Liviag 111111 loving and IJt'IIIK SPIIIIK from olle'li natural self ! Pf'nce Is not found III umnlsllI , GNml III ' ' ' of I eiml 1Ca'I'1I gloom Pt'IICt' 11-1 In showing the weary Nook full of roses III ! bloom I DolIlIl'S 4\\'l\lgh not 111 the balance ; Woe is t not lifted by gold ! St'urch thllle own heart for its gilldlless- Here Iii the uIIRwel'-Buhold ! Finding Jimmie. She was it wan little woman with the embers of d 'lng 'hope In the flame of her cheeks , the hectic flume that told a story of the black cumel kneel' lug at her gate ! Her clothing was Ilrabbled and thin , like the frame that supported It , and her shoes were sloppy and run over at the side anT hee ) To ad(1 to the sadness of aspect , at her angular breast , lay a i fretting babe , sharing her deplorable squalor of poverty and want ! One of those strange and pitiable bits of suffering humanity that are tossed up to the public gaze by an unkind fate , she rapped tremblingly at the door of the poor supervisor and asked for help to Wlnche1l. "Just enough to help me back where .Jlmmle Is , please , sir ! It's only such a little way-nnd I am too tired I .to walk ! I Jimmie ? .Jlmmle , heOf ! my boy ! We left him when we went out West , to make our fortune In the mines at Dark Hills : left him with some neighbors who were good to him. He "was not well and we feared he could not make the trip. 'Yes , we had bad luck In the . ! Father , " swallowing , and wiping away a tear , "father died , Minnie died and , and , " with a Rob In her voice , "the expenses seem to take all there was left ! There walm't anything for me to do there and I started back to .Jlmmle ! Oh , sir , If you only can help us to Wlnche1l , I'm sure the Lord wIll send His choicest blessings to you for ; your kindness ! " I . . . Captain Brooks of the Winchell police department , dozing over his desk , was awakened by the sharp telephone . phone be1l. " 'Ella ! " , "Police department-yes. "Whl\t's that ? Patrol to the cem etery ? Here , come off ! You quit your monkeyshines with the police department or you'll glt-What's that ? It's Hanson ? Patrol to the cemetery gat'e' ! Yes ! Meet the wagon there ? All right ! " Clang went the electric button ! On' ' the floor came the clatter of horses' feet , the quick "Glt ap ! II the rumble of wheels , and the captain leaned hack In his chair and pondered ! In his long service he had had many calls , but this was the first. for a patrol wagon to dash at full \ speed to the city of the' dead ] ! "GI'ave robbers , I s'pose , " he mut- tered ; "the dirty thieves ! " . . . There upon the new made grave of little Jim they found a wailing babe and beside 1 it , face downward , a brokenhearted - enhearted , shattered piece or earthly clay. The body was motionless In that strange fascination 'we call death , hut the spirit winged its way on high to welcome Jim ! , - - Memories. At the Big Bend , In the deepest "hole" In the Cedar , there dwelt ! a monstrous plckere ] All the boys knew of him and kept their distance when In bathing a few rolls lower down the stream. This king fish was a whale among fins ! He swished about In the liquid depths as confident In his strength as a giant In a village of pigmies. Fishermen , renowned of rod and reel ] , came for miles to angle . for this \'etomn-nnd he bit with nt'itlity . snapping the ] ' minnows with determinatlon I1ml Bltlll IIIw the )111 cannibal that i he was ! Anti then 'tune the fun. A IIIshh1H of water , n lonl ) Into the air , It crash under ] : the hont- and freedom ! Lt ] hiM wake ho loft. . broken flslt . Ihlcs . twisted poles ] and- swenrlll anglers ! , When I said good- bye for the stern realities of life the big plclt1'ol ! was still monarch of the "hoe" ] nt the Dig Bent ! Some day 1 run going back , back to the zephyr- kissed country , back to the high-banks and the willows , back ] to the Dig , Bend , to catch that fish ! There have been big fins In the water where I have fished since then , but none 80' worthy of my rod and ree ] , Some' day , Ah yeti , some dnr , I'm going , back ! There were eight of UH , typical ] " , . happy ads ] , and our camp was In Watorman's woods along the sinuous : rlvor. Snuggled In a cove , amid the wild cherries , the chlpmonltfJ and the- singing birds , we made our temporary - ary abode In tents. Our table ] waN sup- plied from the river , from the wood - nut ) from the go.cart that came dally from 'our several ] homes ! Occasionally - ly ] we had squirrel , fried brown and ! , crisp ! Al , delectable ] dish ! One day six of the eight went fishing - ing We arrived home late to fInd the remaining two had been hunting and had prepared a feast of equlrro ] . They had found a village of the frisk- Ing beauties , young and tender , antI , vandal.fee ] ) , the guns had done their duty well ] ] ! We were hungry and "Cen to" with greedy haste ! How good the squirrel tasted ! Yes , we would have another , thank you ! At last the dish , was deleted ] ! Then up roseloneof \ , the two villainous - ous chefs and apprised us with shriek , and shout that . we had eaten ' gophers ! Common field gophers ! They had' snared them while we were absent , ' and cooked them fit for epicures ! We gagged and went away into the darkness , six of us , to run our fIngers down our throats ! It was a sad end- Ing for a regal fasl-but boys will ] ) be , boys , even to the limit ! Underneath the little white schoolhouse ] - house built on the hillside , was a cave- like cellar , and within that cellar was a bogie man ! The janitor told mo' about It when first I passed that way , a youngster In kilts ! At night I ran past the bogie man's abode : hy lay I peered curiously yet warily In at the' window to catch a sight of his boglo- ship ! When I had grown older , I refused' to believe the bogie story and aughed' ] ' at It , but In the meantime , other' bogies had arisen ! These , one by one " , gave way before experience. In their stead came other bogies , not to be' scouted at until dlsproven ! Life 18 : filled with imaginings , grave , frightful - ful hobgoblins that worry and despoil our happiness Could we disarm them promptly upon their appearance , how much brighter this world would be ! A boy had a dog for sale. He had ! paid a quarter for the pup and had ! found . the " ownership onerOU8. ' : Ho' ' wanted to dispose of the canine , -bpt at a profit. I argued ! I was willingg , to give the twenty.five cents , , but nee , more. Then I remembered a tobacco , box the cigar man had given me , a' mere bauble , but gaily painted ! I proPosed . . posed exchanging the quarter and tho' box for the dog ! The offer was accepted - . cepted with avidity ! Men are like the boy A mere nothing - Ing with a bit .of paint or J1 gaudy feather attached to It , has Influenced many 'a ' trade. Ian has a weak spot nlwa's. Frequently we can touch It with a hit oC fantasy , or tickle ] it with , a feather. Moral-Study your ctis- tamer ! Some Interpret It this way ; If 'Work for the night Is comlng'-when It takes good money to buy good cheer -cr , we mean , good beer ! II An over polite man usually bas an ax to grind. I ,