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Show THE BEE. ID. 4 4 4 The Orpheus Club is to have a rival. The new club is composed of women and is conducted by Mrs. Ira Lewis. It is hardly old enough to be named yet, but ere long you shall hear it. 4 4 The German Club met with Miss AlIL As the meeting fell on Valentines day, the usual work was abandoned anti Cupid was allowed to come in if he would not speak English. 4 4 Some recent developments in Salt Lake involving the fortunes and futureH of highly respectable females and entailing some temporary embarrassment to one of Zions leading young mm reminds us that other young men have risen from tin; same depths to dizzy heights. And it recalls the following lines from the pen of a TWO SINNERS. There was a man, it was said one time, Who went astray in his jouthful prime. 4 4 4 4 4 on First street. 4 4 Miss Sybil Anderson entertained informally on Tuesday evening. 4 4 4 4 Mr. Henry Peery has gone to San Francisco. The many friends of Mrs. D. Moore Lindsay will regret to learn that she is dangerously ill. 4 4 4 An Athletic Club has been organized to indulge in the seasonable sports, under the direction of a trainer. It is strictly a feminine affair. 4 4 4 lunch club, similar in its method to the Dollar Club has been organized by some of societys belles. A 4 4 4 Mrs. Geddes has gone East to meet Miss Katherine who has been spendiug the winter in Xew York. 4 4 4 Miss Jasmine Young entertains at luncheon on Washingtons birthday. 4 4 4 Mrs. Judge Henderson entertained del ight-full- v a select crowd of social friends this week. A BOY AGAIN. An Ohio genius pours forth his soul in these imgassioned words Oh, but to : Respite from the hell within. Oh the sadness of the faees, Mother faees, widow faees, ! Haggard with the toil and watching. By the night lamp, pale and thin. horror of the faces, Scowling, frowns and dark menaces, Sodden with a thousand vices. Hideous with the brand of Cain. Oil ! the terror of the faees, Felon faces, traitor faces, Plague spots on the fair creation. Nightmares of a fevered brain. Oh ! the Faces, faees. streets and places Crowding city Faces smooth with youth and beauty, Faces lined w ith age and care, Oh ! the story cf the faces, Of the glad and w eary faces. Of the faces everywhere. Chicago Inter-Ocea- Ye'd like to he a hoy again? I wouldn't, ye can bet I'm satisfied jest as I am; age brings me no regret. I'm havin' finer times these das than when I was a lad, An w ishin' I was beck aguin's a wish I never had. I wouldn't have to go to school for all the cash there be. how to read an' write and studyin g'oraphy With that teacher, with his frownin', laminin red-heade- n. TWO GRAYES. d way, To spank me cause I'd mix Maine up with Pennsj lvaniay. An' drivin' cows to pasture every day at 6 a. m An' gettin' thrashed for fishiu' 'stead o' keepin track o them. 'Ain't got no sentiment for me. I never did enjoy The trials that I allers got for bein jest a boy. An furthermore, I'd ruther have the misery of life I went through when it came to ehoosin Marthy for my w ife To look hack on an shiver 'bout, jest as I now kin do, Than havin it a thing to come to he looked forward to. I wouldn't swap those little sons o' mine For tw enty thousand of the chums 1 had when I was nine; An' when it comes to eatin. why, it sort o suits my eye To know that if I want it I kin eat a whole mince pie. An' as for eliums, fellers kin be boys again if so it pleases ye, But w here I stand jest now's the age of ages all for me. Im satistied with what I am, old, gray, and bent withal; But it's sort o' pleasant to be old an know ye know it all. iich man died. They laid him down to rest Upon a fair slope slanting towaid the west A ud cast about the silence of his tomb A marble mausoleums sacred gloom. They hung within its tower tall and white A chime of sweet voiced bells, and every n ight J list as the red sun sank below the swell Of that green hill they tolled his solemn knell. A Another died. They buried him in haste Within a barren held, a weedy w aste. Rank nettles locked their arms and thorns were sown Above his bed, unmarked by cross or stone. One lived on many tongues, The other fell From human memory. And both slept well! Catherine Y'oung Glen. Y'ou le a boy again ! With all the fire of youth Suppressed beneath the loud And solemn frown of Truth. The congregations broken bars; The sad eyes rolling toward the stars, As with incomprehensive v'm The singers smite the sacred hymn Oh, but to be a boy once more For some jeer To hear some pious deacon's roar Harsh grating on my ear. To feel my spirits sinking low Before his glaring eyeballs glow, To make (how little understood) A trembling promise to be good. Oh. but to be a righteous boy Unused to cruel strife Whom parents find supremest joy In mauling on through life. To follow, e'er some sinless man, From Beersheba clear unto within some rnj Stic stole To crush and kill the buoyant soul. ! ! low-whispe- Oh ! the pallor of the faces. Flying from the cold death places Seeking, in the shouting highways The woman repented ami turned from sin. But no door opened to let her in ; The preacher prayed that she might be forgiven, But told her to look for mercy in heaven. For this is the law of earth, we know, That t' e woman is scorned, while the man may go. A brave man w edded her, after all, But the world said, frowning, We shall not call. 4 4 Ere the nnthein could begin. And she followed blindly where fond love led. And love unchecked is a dangerous guide To wander at will by a fair girls side. Ford. 4 ! There was a maiden went astray, In the golden dawn cf her lifes young day; She had more passion and heart than head, 4 Miss Marx entertains at dinner on Saturday evening, at the Blighted hopes and dark disgraces, When the angel robe is spotted, And the w kite soul stuined w ith sin ; Oh the story of the faces Women faces, story faees All the harp-chord- s strained and broken Cod bless lady and God bless groom. Crying: ! Oh ! the pallor of the faces, The sinner reformed and the preacher told Of the prodigal son who came hack to the fold. And the Christian people threw open the door With a warmer welcome than eer before. Wealth and honor were his to command, And a spotless woman gave him her hand, And the world strew ed their pathway with How ers Miss Crawford is at home in her new house 4 . Can the brain keep cool and the heart keep quiet When tho blood is a rher that's running riot? And hoys w ill he hoys, tho old folks say, And the man's the better who's had his day. Mr. V. S. McCornick and Miss McCornick are expected home from Honolulu next week. 4 the beauty of the faces. Sunny locks and fairy graces, Little wandering gleam of heaven Lost among the ways o' men. Oh the brightness of the faces, Maiden faees, childish faces, Beauty in all forms ami phases, Sojourner and denizen. Oh Southern poet: Mrs. Dr. Beatty leaves shortly for a trip to the western coast. 4 Oil, YE FACES. Faces, faces, Crowding city streets and places, Bright with hope, und love, and laughter, Dark w ith passions of despair ! Oh, the s'ory of the faces; Angel faees, demon fares, Faces, faces everywhere. Ube fpocts Corner. Mrs. Ensile Lowis in(rtains tlio Daughters of the Devolution on Tuesday afternoon. red ! Dan-Enwra- pped Oh. but to feel the boyish charm, When snow lies deep and soft, And strong and free the good right ui m That wildly swings aloft Of placing in one solemn line Those grewsome torturers of mine; And teaching without cringing fears. That boyish health is more than tears. Etubectnlu' THE STREET AND THE AGE. Here there's neither friend nor foe; Everything is touch and go. Step your quickest, look your best, Hide your feelings in your breast. Lift your feet and move right on In this mighty Babylon. Halt not, hesitate nor stay Or you're in another's way. Check your doubts, repress your fears; Here's no place for grief or tears. All the world was made for man Get a cinch on all you can. Gain and profit seek and hud; Leave all other things beniiul, Press right forw ard, always bold, Fill your coffers full of gold. Here success is nothing more Than to drive a coach and four. Whirl along in silk and lace. Flaunt your wealth in every face, Grasp the dollars, hold them tight; Tug and sweat with all your might. For this only have a care, And you'll be a millionaire. When youve raked in ull in sight, Go to setting wrong things right ; Found a school with your estate And forever be called great. 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