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Peru Pertinent and Impertinent 



In Spring, when the green gits hack in the trees, 



And the sun comes out and slays. 

 And yer boots pulls on with a good tight squeeze. 



And you think of yer bare-toot days ; 

 When you ort to work and you want to not. 



And you and yer wife agrees 

 It's time to spade up the garden-lot. 

 When the green gits back in the trees 

 Well ! work is the least o' my idees 

 When the green, you know, gits back in 

 the trees ! 



When the Green Gits Back in the Trees 



When the green gits back in the trees, and bees 



Is a-buzzin' aroun' ag'in 

 In that kind of a lazy go-as-you-please 



Old gait they bum roun' in ; 

 When the groun's all hald whare the hay-rick 

 stood. 

 And the crick's riz, and the breeze 

 Coaxes the bloom in the old dogwood. 

 And the green gits back in the trees, — 



I like, as I say, in sich scenes as these. 

 The time when the green gits back ii) the 

 trees 1 



THE FISHING FEVER 



When the whole tail-feathers o' Wintertime 



Is all pulled out and gone! 

 And the sap it thaws and begins to climb. 



And the swet it starts out on 

 A feller's forred, a-gittin' down 



At the old spring on his knees — 

 I kindo' like jest a-loaferin' i-oun' 



When the green gits back in the trees — 



,lest a-potterin' roun' as I — durn — please — ■ 

 Whin the green, you know, gits back in 

 I he trees ! 



— James Whiteomb Riley. 



The Dreamer: "The lumber business makes me sick." 



An Even Break 



Mr. .links: You've spent fourteen mortal hours 

 and $35, and what have you got to show for it? 

 One hat worth about $3.50. 



Mrs. .links: True. And last week you spent 

 five days and $118. and what have you got to 

 show for it? One fish story about a big trout 

 that got away and an awful cold in your head.— 

 Country Oentleman. 



Utilizing Waste 

 An Irishman was newly employed in a lumber 

 office. The proprietors of the company were 

 young men and decided to have some fun with 



the new Irish hand. Patrick was duly left in 

 charge of the office, with instructions to take all 

 orders which might come in during their absence. 

 Going to a nearby drug store, they proceeded to 

 call up the lumber company's office, and the fol- 

 lowing conversation ensued : 



■■Hello : Is this the East Side Lumber Com- 

 pany V" 



-Yes, sir; and what would ye be bavin";" 



"Take an order, will you?" 



"Sure — that's what I'm here for." 



■■riea.se ^end us up 1,000 knotholes." 



■What's that?" 



■■One thousand knot holes." 



■■Well, now, an' ain't that a bloomin' shame? 

 I'm sorry, but we are Just out." 



■How^s that?" 



■■.lust sold them all to the new brewery." 



■■To the new brewery? What do they want 

 with them?" 



■■By golly, an- they use them for bungholes In 

 Itarrels." 



Wisdom 



■■Kvery man ought to save up enough to buy 

 himself a good big farm." said the thrifty citizen. 



■■Yes" replied Farmer Corntossel ; "and then 

 do something else with the money.-— Washington 

 Star. 



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