Uncle Dudley's odd hours, being the vagaries of a country editor . ounds out into space, and we will have a new set of funny things to listen to—but their average is verysimilar. Echoes ? Duluth and vicinity has more andpurer, louder and more terrific echoes than all the restof the world combined; and we wouldnt sell a singleone of them at any price. We are rich, and dont haveto. We notice an article in the papers to the effect thatPennsylvania cannot produce a poet—that no Pennsyl-vanian ever born could write poetry. Oh, pshaw!Just listen to your Uncle for a moment I There was a man in our to
Uncle Dudley's odd hours, being the vagaries of a country editor . ounds out into space, and we will have a new set of funny things to listen to—but their average is verysimilar. Echoes ? Duluth and vicinity has more andpurer, louder and more terrific echoes than all the restof the world combined; and we wouldnt sell a singleone of them at any price. We are rich, and dont haveto. We notice an article in the papers to the effect thatPennsylvania cannot produce a poet—that no Pennsyl-vanian ever born could write poetry. Oh, pshaw!Just listen to your Uncle for a moment I There was a man in our town, He owned a cat and dog;Likewise his wife, a good old soul, Was the onwer of a cow and hog. The cat went crazy, the dog went mad,And the wife made fun of Reuben,— Her cow got choked, her dog died of bloatThen Reub. made fun o the old woman. There, now, take it back! thou villainous aesthetefrom Boston. We could keep it up, in verse, by themile; but the above is proof enough to nail that lie be-fore it goes any further. Poetry!—guess not. ODD HOURS, 97.
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