Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 36, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 October 1890 — SHE WAS HUNGRY. [ARTICLE]

SHE WAS HUNGRY.

Hen A She Preferred Baked Clams to Poetic Sentiment. They were sitting on the piazza of the hotel at the beach, watching the moon as it slowly rose out of the slumbering sea. Silence was around them, naught being heard save occasionally the faint clatter of dishes in an adjacent restaurant or the musical hum of an aristocratic mosquito that was making as vain a search for a blue-blooded person as Diogenes did for an honest man. It was the hour for love—sweet, pure, delicious love. The youth felt it in his soul as he sat there by the side of the beautiful maiden, whose silken hair almost touched his shoulders. Suddenly he spoke in low, but thrilling and passionate tones: ‘ ‘To the poetic temperament, to the soul that is capable of feeling the tenderest emotions, that throbs in unison with the harmony of nature, that is susceptible to the influences of the beautiful, there is a peculiar fascination in a scene like this. The balmy air, the rising moon, the twinkling stars, the contiguity of one of the fairest of creation's most perfect works, all unite to awaken in the heart its softest, sweetest, tenderest feeling— love. Don't you think so, MehitableP” “I do—oh, George, don't them baked clams smell nice!”