Only a Country Weekly.
“Only a Country Weekly!”
The words were careless said,
With a little curl of the pouting lip
And a toss of the golden head.–
“Only a Country Weekly!
How can you tease me so?
To read of grass and dust and things,
And folks we do not know”
Ah! Pretty, petted darling,
Your world is very small;
Of grass, and dust and country things,
You do not know at all.
Of orchards where the apple blooms–
Drop rosy flakes of snow,
And girlish cheeks are just as red
And just as sweet I know.
It tells you where marshmallows grow,
The wintergreen’s retreats–
That flavors all your bon-bons,
And other dainty treats;
Into the deep, green, mossy woods,
Where chewing gum trees grow–
And brown nuts in September
All there treasured wealth bestow.
The “weekly cheers the lonely heart
Far in remotest dells,
It laughs and jests with lovers,
And rings their marriage bells;
It aids the learned scholar
To mature a new resolve,
To brood his infant fancies
And a mighty thought evolve.
It tells the farmer how to plant,
And how to change his soil;
It tell him how the markets are
Rewards for all his toil.
It tells the busy house-wife
How to make the nicest things–
How to buy and cook her dinner,
And other thoughts it brings.
It brings the latest fashions
To smiling, sweet sixteen,
And riddles to laughing Johnny
While romping on the green.
Of its various possibilities,
Acquirements great and small,
The “weekly” knows so many things,
I could not tell them all.
Ah dear! You well may look at me
With open eyed surprise,
To learn that grass, and dust, and things
Are nearer paradise.
Then welcome here the weekly–
Or even every day.
And the editor is the wisest man
Who makes his paper pay.
Mary A. Stranger
PETOSKEY RECORD
J.C. BONTECOU, Editor
WEDNESDAY MARCH 5, 1890.