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have thus far expressed themselves the majority appear to bo in fav
or of voting tho bonds.
The short poem, "Recognition," which appeared in tho last issue
of The Coukiei: was written by Mrs. Isabelle Richey of Platts
mouth. The Courier hopes to leceivo other contributions from
this gifted l.idy.
Mrs. Richey, by tho way, has just had published a charming little
book of poetry, "A Harp of the West," a volume that bespeaks the
growing culturo or this section. There is true pootic art and fervor
in her verses, and "A Harp of tho West," attuned to many graceful
songs, will add to tho measure of Nebraska's literary credit. Carl
Smith in Sunday's World-Herald mado public some of his recent
work, some of tho poems being of a somewhat ambitious form.
Much improvement is to bo noticed in the work of this clever young
Omahan.
Mr. Bryan, though no longer a congressman, is still an idol as
was evidenced by the reception he received on the occasion of his
home coming Tuesday. Such an ovation as was tendered to him
might turn the head of a public man not properly seasoned and cal
loused. Mr. Bryan delivered an address in the Funke opera house
in the evening. It was the proudest moment of his life, he said, and
then after trying to make it appear that there was some good in the
Fifty-third congress he commenced his familiar monologuo on Jef
ferson. It is unnecessary to state that the ex-congressman covered
the memory of the great statesman with glowing wreaths. He ap
proves of Jefferson most heartily. Then he closed with a discussion
of the silver question. Mr. Bryan has improved steadily as a public
speaker since he first went to Washington.
The Civic Federation very wisely deferred expressing a preference
for any candidate until all four political parties had held their conven
tions. The action finally taken meets the approval of good citizens; the
federation is to be commended for its conservatism and good judg
ment. An article contributed to The Courier and published a couple of
weeks ago occasioned the followiug comment in tho Journal. "The
advanced ladies are beginning to criticise each other, which is a
good sign. Some are beginning to throw little darts of ridicule at
the clubwomen who sit and listen three mortal hours to 'papers on
things in general from their lady acquaintances at the clubs, and
wonder if a mere man would ever hold down a chair that long to
listen to the burning thoughts of his brother men. Others are
laughing at tho presumption of Miss Frances milliard in covering a
whole side of a newspaper in telling people how she learned to bestride
and ride a bicycle. The ladies begin to suspect, perhaps, that they
are taking themselves a little too seriously. Now; this betokens the
sprouting of genuine reform."
HOW THEY GBT 'EM.
The Lady Shopper What? Pay 80 for a lamp like that? It's
outrageous, and I won't pay it!
The Astute Salesman You forgot, madame, that the price has
been reduced to 4.99.
The Lady Shopper (reaching for her purse) Oh, very well, then;
I'll taket
TRIIdBY'S "LITTLE BILLEE."
With apologies to William 11. Thnckory.
There were three frionds of London City, who studied art in gay
Pareo there was Cockpen's Laird and Yorkshire Taffy, and the
youngest ho wa.i Little 15 i I lee.
Now these three chaps all fell in lovo with tho self samo girl, a gri
zettc, Trilbee; tho Laird's lovo Platonic and Taffy's Byronic.but tho
worst of all was Little Billee.
Then there was another, to complicate matters, a horrible creature
named Svengalee; a German by birth, a musician by trade, who was
also in lovo with charming Trilbee.
Now this beautiful maid, I regret to mention, was not overbur
dened with modestte, but she had a straight foot without mark or
blemish, and bIic sang "Ben Bolt" quito remarkableo. Says Cock
pen's Laird to Yorkshire Taffy, "Wo'ro old and tough; us can't get
she;
"There's Little Bill, he's young and tender, so let's withdraw in fa
vor of he.'' But just as Trilby had quite decided to wed no other
that Littlo Billee, his patrician mother and clerical undo camo over
the channel quito hurriedlco.
"O Bill, we never can let you wed her, you must pack upyourgrip
and come homo with we." When Bill received this information he
used his pocket handkrehee.
But home he went as his mother bade him and painted Old Mas
ters quite diligentlee, though ever after 'twas plain to be seen there
was somothing wrong with his top storee.
Well, time passt d on, "a way time has." with Laird and Taffy and
Little Billee till they happened one day to hear tho name of a won
derful singer, "La Svengalee."
Says Cockpen's Laird to Yorkshire Taffy, "I should like to hear
her reach high Z." To the Laird o' Cockpen says Yorkshire Taffy,
'We've heard all the rest, let's go hear she."
But scarce had she reached tho ninth octavee when all of a trem
ble grew Little Billee; "The voice has somowhat grown out of my
knowledge, but those are the toes of my lost Trilbee."
'Twas true for there with baton in hand stood her horrid old hus
band, "Svengalee," for her voice was built up on tho music-box plan
by this wretched old fakir who held the key.
Well, the scheme collapsed as all fakes do, for Beelzebub needed
old Svengalee; so one night, as Trilby was singing Ben Bolt, he
whisked him down to his "ain countree."
But, alas, poor Trilby alone on the stage was unable to tell high X
from low C the galleries hissed, to the rescue came the Laird and
Taffy and Little Billee.
You know the rest, how Trilby died, for sho really couldn't have
married all three. Taffy took him a wife, lileo a sensible man, and
the angels mado off with "Little Billee."
Clara V. Townsend.
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