. Book of the Royal blue . h. talk of the balm laden breezes of Spai:Mediteirancans foam, Of 1 ..nd But lias t;ir.,t. r attractions for nir, And ni> Npirit is tilled with delightWhen her breezes sound soft as the moan of the sea And you hear the corn grow in the night. Oh, And illcvs are green,cMT were seen. There are fields ufallaira ind |iasliirc>s galore And a harvi-sl lo rra|i m lli. lali:There are erilis in tin .il hs u ilh |i|.iitv in store To respond to tlir liuii;;.r ..f is promise of plent\ for toilers who toil. Without ever a prospeet of blight,For the sweet
. Book of the Royal blue . h. talk of the balm laden breezes of Spai:Mediteirancans foam, Of 1 ..nd But lias t;ir.,t. r attractions for nir, And ni> Npirit is tilled with delightWhen her breezes sound soft as the moan of the sea And you hear the corn grow in the night. Oh, And illcvs are green,cMT were seen. There are fields ufallaira ind |iasliirc>s galore And a harvi-sl lo rra|i m lli. lali:There are erilis in tin .il hs u ilh |i|.iitv in store To respond to tlir liuii;;.r ..f is promise of plent\ for toilers who toil. Without ever a prospeet of blight,For the sweet rains of hea\en have watered the soil And you hear the corn grow in the night. Theres a land far away mid the stars, we are told,Where the\- know not the sorrows of time;When- ),un- valleys of gold Bids niv iMokrii-down spirit take Hight,.d this is the plea I shall make to the last-Let me hear the corn grow in the night. —A. L. Bixby {Lineoln, Stnf, .Inunial). BOOK OF THE ROYAL BLUE. 33. PARAGRAPHS. Yeast— Is he a thoughtful man ?Ckimsovbeak— Oh, very. Why, I never knew him to scratch a match in the wrong place when he had on his Sunday trousers. Bacon—.d you say he is kind to ,;„K1IT—„s_\Vhy? — Whenever his wife commences tosing he always puts the dog out of the room. Teacher—You may tell me what a drome-dary is, Tommie. —A dromedary, maam, is a two-masted camel. He threw his small clock at a cat. He missed it you can bet;The clock it stopped at half-past three—The cat is going yet. Patience—Do you envtiobile? Patiuck— Xo, I<-an-t-,.iHI half oftlie tinir whrti ridiufi m an auto-. Voucan-t Patience— I suppose that is generally want to know for sure when yourein a mans lap, dont you, dear ? Church—Tell me what you eat and Ill tellyou what you are. Gotham—WeU, I eat hash at Mixumsrestaurant. Church—Then youre a fool ! Patience— Do you enjoy going to thetheatre
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