Salt Lake Telegram | 1923-07-31 | Page 11 | Around Town

llere'i a bit of anappy dialogue from the editorial aanctum of The Telegram. The charaetera are the city editor, puxzling over a bit of copy, and a printer, resting in the congenial atmosphere of ' the eopy desk. , City , ' Editor : (addressing whom might know) How far - is Sacramento from San Fran-eiscot Fran-eiscot ; ' 1 Printer (a baseball fan) About six gamea, I guess. Explanation Testerday we itrova to 1 . cut a little cheer into the deep gloom of vapid attempts at-tempts to entertain by re- ," marking . that the polioe . . department was languidly ' hunting for a Wyoming " cowboy who was alleged to have crowned a clerk i .for laying, "Yea, we have no bandannas." Bert, whose unfortunate lot it was to let the piece, has but little respect for our erudition or for our . . orthography. In consequence conse-quence he made it the oft reiterated "bananas." , You're ' right, anguiehef" reader, one ii just about as overripe as the other. ' ... Inquirer T, there was a frtlsr naiped Cous hcrboata on tlm or another, but can't remember ' just what It was all about. . Jack SUelly says !that Wlllard "laid down" In the Ftrpo fight. Reems to ue that Jess ended the fisht on his knees. When one falls all the way down It Is really ' too much trouble for one to et up. UPLirT FABLE. . Twenty years ago John . , Plubb was a peer- oenntry boys r'oins the ehoree snd dodgine his fsther's strsp In the woodshed. wood-shed. Every dsy he walked three miles to sehosl. This made It ' nseesSary to wslk ' three miles bsok home. In " John's paternal four-walla there was aw running water . and- the running sookroachee . were rosily not to bo elaeeed ae modem Improvement, ut John did not falter. Ha worked and struggled. Ivory night In the yellow llgMt of sn ail lams . he studied, leamine i ' the thins whieh later eheuld se of sterling worth to him. Then. ' when he became of , ' see, he went ts the aity to . seek his fortune. Hs lived in ' a flsrret. Often his only feed wae beefeteak and mushreems. Still he wae dauntless, though tha etery ef hia hardehipa and .' privations is heartrending. In eeite of his srduous exietenes - his motts was "Never Give Up " Twenty yesrs see ha was boot eoemtry lad. 1 . Today ho Is still per. ' 7 r 4ADII TNI SIREN. Chapter 177S. fWHAT HAS CONK, BEFORE: jadle. a dauntless little damo who has bad many exciting; adventures ae a atenographer, has gathered about her a coterie of Intellectuals. . Including Sir Kat, Lurlua . the Chimney Sweep and Sheriff Harry. These four Mustrbeera, valiant and true, are 'meandering; about the story. Descriptions and warnings bsvo been wired Sbad to police . authorities. NOW OO ON WITH THE STORTV) "I have sn - idea," Sadie sn-Beunced sn-Beunced suddenly, stressing the i vowels and mumbling the consonants. con-sonants. After Lucius, Fst and Harry bad been revived, they said as three men. "What!". ' Had tney said "HowT" Sadie would have biffed them Individually Individ-ually and collectively. "Let - ua bunt big asms la Africa," sho iettuced with a meaning mean-ing tons. . Then - euddenly sho turned whits as ahe powdered her map. ."Agreed!" Ordinarily ' thry wouldn't have used juat thla word, but ws have decided to get a little class tn the story said cut out some of . the vulgar expressions which at times characterised It. "Are you feeling ntt" they asked politely. Sadie rouged her cheeks. "I am In tha pink of condition." she spoofted in a tons of spoofery. WelU If Sadie la really going to Africa the Hons snd tigers better get on their bicycles. (More tomorrow.)