Rensselaer Journal, Volume 10, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 April 1901 — SHE MEANT WELL. [ARTICLE]

SHE MEANT WELL.

Dot Pat a Dumper on the Young Muu'm Euthuaiajim. The young man who aspires to the intense was walking with the young woman who doesn’t quite understand all he says, but nevertheless thinks it is simply grand. “Look on the glories of the western sky!’’ he exclaimed. She seemed puzzled for a minute and said: “Let me see, you face the north—that’s the way our house fronts—and then on your right hand is east and on your left is west. Why, it’s ,the direction we’re walking in, isn't it?” He looked a trifle gloomy, but resumed: “How the great masses of color are piled one upon another in nature’s lavish and transcendent art!” “Yes,” she sighed. “It makes me think of Neapolitan ice cream.” “And there, close and closer to the horizon, sinks a great crimson ball, the setting sun.” “Right over there?” “Yes.” “Straight ahead of us?” “To be sure.” "Well, I’ve been wondering about that for the last five minutes. You know, my little brother is so mischievous. He broke my glasses this afternoon, and I am so near sighted that I couldn’t be sure whether that was the crimson setting sun or somebody playing golf.”—Washington Star.