Logan Republican | 1904-02-17 | Page 3 | The Proud Bun

THE PROUD BUN. The baker-mnn was kneading buns His trough was deep nnd wide , When, much to his surprise, he heard A small voice by his side. "Oh, mnko mo large nnd fat," It said. "And stuff mo full of plums. So that I may attract applause From every ono who comes." "Oh, put n piece of citron In, And make me rich and rare. Thit I may serve for dukes nnd earls Who sumptuously do faro." Tho baker chuckled In his slcevo To hear him talk so big. B'U thought. "I'll put In everything. And let him run his rig!" He put In all he had on hand. And mucin him rich nnd raro. And set him In the window-pane, 10 make the natives stare. For. swelled to twice his natural else With yeast and plums and pride. He scorned the doughnuts, pies and cakes. And elbowed them asldo. "I'm waiting for the duke." he said, "With whom I am to dine!" Just then two newsboys cnino along Whose appetites were fine. "My eye!" they cried, "come over here And see this Jolly nun! Let's buy him for our supper, qulckl" And so the thing was done. Two morals to this little song Are had at easy rates; 'Tls III to wait for dukes and earls In these United Btntes. And when the baker knends his dough. If then you are begun. No matter whnt be may put In, You'll always be a bun! St. Nicholas.