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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 13, 1890)
WEST SHORE. 2S3 1 WLMSPK n iJM.! 7 SSf?J) I kiseed her And if there'i any blame it most rest with the fan, Beneath which we two neetled, with my hand seeking hen. The Christmas alelgh bells jingled, and the fun, so soft and warm, Kept whispering, " Kiss ber I kiss her ! it won't be any harm." And so I kissed her. I kissed her And if there's any blame It must rest upon the fin ; I simply couldn't help it, and It was no fault of hen. The summer sun was shining, the fin bent low above And whispered, " Kiss her I kiss her I ah, kiss and tell your love." And so I kissed ber. WISE ADVICE. Jiwii.kb What words do you wish engnved in the ring, sir? Yoimo Man" From Henry to Clara." Jswiur Take my advice, young man, and have it engraved simply " From Henry." Then, if you get it back, you can use It again next Christmas. I wonder Which kiss I found the sweeter I really can not tell The summer or the winter one T I loved them both so well j Twin dreams of bliss, they haunt me, reminders of a past That vanished all too quickly, too bright, too sweet to last. But ah 1 1 kissed her. ClKRII BUKI MoHOAK. yMX m P'il DISGRACEFUL CONDUCT. Cuha How shockingly forward Miss Clark Is-she is all the time standing right under the mistletoe. I think she ought to be ashamed of herself. Lccv-Yes, Indeed! Why, she doesn't give ni half a el"""' NOT FLA TTERINQ. Cnour Did you ever dream of me, Miss Amy? Amy No; but I wouldn't wonder if I dreamed of you to-night. C1101.1.V Ah, how delightful of yont Amy Yes. I have eaten so much mince pie that I fully expect to have some terrible nightmare. mm r 1 NOTHINO NEW. Moqui Seems to be a new strain Yellah is singing. nARi-Oh, no; be always strains like that when be sings. THE COMMERCIAL MUSE. ( ThU poem till tppwr la all U ImuIIdi nufuiiM at a out of a pm). From that dark land when banks of crystal snow Are swept by blasts from out tin Borean cave, To that (air country when the palm trees know The soothing breath from oh the sun-klased wave; From palace halls, by heaven's great bounty blessed, To humble cot, when grim-laced toil was born, Glad pii'ons rise, and glad beaitl All the breaat 01 those who wake this Joyous ChrlstmM morn. But don't lorget, In thoughts of gift and giver, That Bearchem's pills will regulate your liver. II. L. W.