The New England magazine . ir a-singin out of tune,Parson preachin hell-damnation Way up into afternoon;No more sweet n cheerin sermonsSuch as once had been the ruleSundays, ere Miss Susan RobbinsWent to take another school. Wa nt no fun at quiltin-parties,Games were never started right, And wed no one to oblige withCurfew shall not ring to-night. Fellow tried to sing Juanita,All the rest would ridicule — Just because Miss Susan RobbinsWent to take another school. Wa nt no sale in our village For red neckties or such things,And the sheriff closed out Siegel, Dealer in Gents the
The New England magazine . ir a-singin out of tune,Parson preachin hell-damnation Way up into afternoon;No more sweet n cheerin sermonsSuch as once had been the ruleSundays, ere Miss Susan RobbinsWent to take another school. Wa nt no fun at quiltin-parties,Games were never started right, And wed no one to oblige withCurfew shall not ring to-night. Fellow tried to sing Juanita,All the rest would ridicule — Just because Miss Susan RobbinsWent to take another school. Wa nt no sale in our village For red neckties or such things,And the sheriff closed out Siegel, Dealer in Gents the dogs went Henry Boland, Took to drink an played the fool;Started downhill soon as Susan Went to take another school. But hurrah! A new year s comin, An our folks will smile again;Delegation for Miss Robbins Went to Chatham on the train,Begged her to come back n snatch us From our limbo of misrule —Chathams turn to mourn, cause Susys Went an took another school. PETER FADAS DAUGHTER AN AMUSING IRISH STORY By CAHIR HEALY. ETER FADA was one of themstrange kind of craythurs thatthink that nobody knows any-thing only themselves. Imthinking you met people likehim before, and not about the corners ofDerryconnly, either. Peter was a gentle-man — in a kind of way; he paid his justdebts and minded his own business, and wasa friend in need to all the poor of the for his strange way of getting on hewould have been a model for all the men inthe country. They all knew that Peter wasan oddity and a curiosity. Howsomeverthat may be, he had a long head on him, forall his eccentric ways, and it was seldom thathe did not come out on the right side; butthen, maybe that was because the rest ofthem were usually on the wrong. He had away of his own for doing all things, if it wasonly polishing his boots or cleaning thechimney once a year with a Fada never did things the same wayas others, yet he prospered. Seeing this,some of them would begin to imitate hismethods o
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