Democratic Sentinel, Volume 11, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 September 1887 — The Last of the Jerseymen. [ARTICLE]

The Last of the Jerseymen.

With pallid face and feverish limbs he tottered to the back porch of the hotel and sounded a dreadful horn of warning, like the dying Roland when Charlemagne and all his peerage fell by Fontarabia. He was a mosquito. And the swift-winged denizens of the bushes thronged around him. “Friends,” he murmured feebly, “my time is short, but I can still do you some service. Beware yon beautiful city girl who sits gazing out upon the sea. I have tasted the rich bloom of her cheek and behold, I die! It was Venetian red.” And he rolled over. * * * * * 4c “I think Jersey is a much-abused place,” said the maiden, rising from her chair. “I’m sure the mosquitoes haven’t troubled me a bit.”— Tid-Bits. Heaven helps those who help themselves, if they do not rob others of the same opportunities.