Weekly Chemawa American., June 08, 1906, Page 9, Image 9

THE CHEMAWA AMERICAN
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Only a Printer
i "lie is only a printer." Such was the
: .rn-ring remark of the leader in a circle
i aristocracy of the codfish quality.
W'Iki was Earl of Stanhope? He was
j niv a printer. What were Prince Ed
j a.inl Williams and Prince 'Napoleon? '
Hi'-v were proud to call themselves print '
-r. The present Czar of Russia and
I 1 1 k f of Battenberg are printers', and.
she Emperor of China worked in a print-'
'! oliioe almost every day.
William Caxton, the father of English
liii rature, was a practical printer. What .
w.w (i. P. Morris, N. P. Willis, James
Hali', James Parker, Horace" Greeley,'
j Chrirh's Dickens, James Buchanan, Si-
: i 1. Cameron and Schuyler Colfax?.
Printer? all, and practical ones. Also
I'.ayard Taylor, the poet. .
Mark Twain, Amos Cummings, Bert
Hart, ?pie Reid, are plain printers, as
vre Artcmas Ward, P. V. Nashby and
Sut Lovingwood. Senator Plumb was a
irinter and so was James Hogp of Texas
ami the leader of science and philosophy,
l! njaniin Franklin, in his day made his
Imast that he was a printer.
In fact thousands of the brilliant
iniiuls in the country are to be found
tuiliiii; in the publishing houses of-the
larjji' cities and towns. It is not every
one that can be a printer brains are
absolutely necessary. Ex.
Tun Victim of Indian Politeness.
A Boston girl who recently witnessed
n Indian sham battle in the West tried
to talk to a young Indian brave sitting
next to her. "Hip much fight,'' she
Her Indian neighbor smiled and re
plied: ''Yes; this is indeed a great exposition,
and we flatter ourselves that our portion
of the entertainment is by no means the
least attractive here. May I ask whom
I have the honor of addressing?''
The girl had been addressing one of
the Carlisle Indian school Graduates.
Ex. "
? Papa's Kiss
"Why don't you kiss like lr.ama? '
Asked the little, maid of three,
As she ran to greet her papa, ;
And climbed upon his knee. :
"Her tisses taste like candy. ;
And is good enough to tat
But your mouf do taste awful,
And aiot the least bit sweet."
"That is so," replied-thu father
Her eyes he dared not meet
"There's no reason why, my darling,
. My kiss should not be sweet." :,..
To him the thought was galling,
' iThateach evening with his kiss, :;
He had thoughtlessly polluted
Those innocent, young lips.
"Come here, dear wife and mother,
And help me take this vow;
Neither liquor nor tobacco
Shall touch my lips from now.
And oh, dear Heavenly Father,
Thou who art good and wise,
I thank Thee for this angel
Who has opened my blind eyes."
Ex.