THE DYING BOY.

Kumara Times, Issue 1096, 5 April 1880, Page 3

THE DYING BOY.

■ [Prom the Detroit Free Press.] . . August Schmidt, of Division-street-is a man. whose soul is full of poetry from sunrise till mosquito-time, and he is most happy when he has a fiddle in his hands. A few days since ho composed a song called “ The Dying Boy," find if nothing happens to his voice he will sing it until the boy either dies or gets 'well. It has been his custom to take his fiddle and song each evening and go to some grocery or saloon and plby and sing it over aiid over until .everybody was driven bur. Friday evening he struck a new saloon, spread out lii§ notes, and began ; Der night vhas dark unci lonely, , .No moon vhas in der sky, Yhen Henry Hantmerdehner’s boy Der doctor said must die. There was a general uprising to do tiro poet honor as he finished the first verse, and before the enthuiasrxi subsided he was but on the street with a broken head. He was the only one disturbing the peace as the officer came along, and was therefore the only one brought in. “ Call Schmidt,” said his Honor, after hearing all the paHiculars, “ let poetry alone. It is the road to the poorhdUsr; ■ While we all love to read poetry; none of ns want to pay for it.” “ First dey broke my fiddle, "and den dey broke rby head,” replied Carl, as he felt his scalp; “And if you eontinue.in the poetry trade you’ll find ten itching to break your head where "fill be willing to say a word of pifbse. Go home and i-csolve to pay more attention to cube root and less to poetry. “ Yhell, I haf to see about dot,”- said Carl, as he turned away and Ifeft the court-room, hummin° r . Dot Henry Hamtnercleimer’s boy Yhfis lame in both his legs ; But Vhen der angels take him homo He’ll haf some golden pegs*