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Page 90
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Do you know where I can trade a section of fine Panhandle land for a
pair of pants with a good title?
LAND AGENT.
We do not. You can't raise anything on land in that section. A man can
always raise a dollar on a good pair of pants.
* * * *
Name in order the three best newspapers in Texas.
ADVERTISER.
Well, the Galveston News runs about second, and the San Antonio Express
third. Let us hear from you again.
* * * *
Has a married woman any rights in Texas?
PROSPECTOR.
Hush, Mr. Prospector. Not quite so loud, if you please. Come up to the
office some afternoon, and if everything seems quiet, come inside, and
look at our eye, and our suspenders hanging on to one button, and feel
the lump on the top of our head. Yes, she has some rights of her own,
and everybody else's she can scoop in.
* * * *
Who was the author of the sayings, "A public office is a public trust,"
and "I would rather be right than President"?
Eli Perkins.
* * * *
Is the Lakeside Improvement Company making anything out of their own
town tract on the lake?
INQUISITIVE.
Yes, lots.
POEMS
[This and the other poems that follow have been found in
files of The Rolling Stone, in the Houston Post's
Postscripts and in manuscript. There are many others, but
these few have been selected rather arbitrarily, to round out
this collection.]
THE PEWEE
In the hush of the drowsy afternoon,
When the very wind on the breast of June
Lies settled, and hot white tracery
Of the shattered sunlight filters free.
Through the unstinted leaves to the pied cool sward;
On a dead tree branch sings the saddest bard
Of the birds that be;
'Tis the lone Pewee.
Its note is a sob, and its note is pitched
In a single key, like a soul bewitched
To a mournful minstrelsy.
"Pewee, Pewee," doth it ever cry;
A sad, sweet minor threnody
That threads the aisles of the dim hot grove
Like a tale of a wrong or a vanished love;
And the fancy comes that the wee dun bird
Perchance was a maid, and her heart was stirred
By some lover's rhyme
In a golden time,
And broke when the world turned false and cold;
And her dreams grew dark and her faith grew cold
In some fairy far-off clime.
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