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Show Is II 1 I j TO ENTERTAIN IRRIGATION DELEGATES I 1 ' ' JOE HOGGE, PROPHET, RETIRED PASS- I ING OF A LANDMARK, ii , It appears that the board of control of the Ir- M j,I ( rigation congress has arranged for a moonlight m Iff I excursion across the lake at a time when the new B If! 1 moon will bo showing a pale bow In the western 1 fjf , sky. Wo rise to ask the Identity of the genius M f j f who gave birth to this brilliant idea. He is en- B II titled to a place in the Hall of Fame. His rank B ft is next to Coleridge, who discovered the horned H i j moon above the eastern bar. Or, put him cheek B fi i by jol with Thackeray, who makes the full moon 1 rl ( I set at midnight. This Ogden man is in good com- M l i pany. Put him where he belongs, and If the B m ' laurel be not forthcoming, give him a crown of H 'I v alfalfa. HH . J ii& ? M m i f The stone has been rolled away from the tomb M j and from within the sepulchre comes the sound M 1 of an awakening. John Seaman has been ap- B m ' pointed by the board of education as the school M J j t census enumerator for the Fourth ward. There-B There-B jl " fore, we marvel. Not that Seaman will not make B if 1 1 a good enumerator. Not that the Democratic H f I board has not the right to play politics. The B if I cause is of yore. In the bygone, when Uncle John B IS j was on the board of county commissioners, a va- B 1 1 I ' cancy occurred in the office of assessor. Uncle m I I ' John had Henry Gwilliam appointed to the place. M i In the fatuous turn of fortune's fickle wheel B Henry Is now on the school board and Uncle John B if is universally recognized as chief teaser of the H f i Order of Kickers. It seems as though Henry is 1 I getting even with John. Hy I I That part of Weber county lying south and HL I west of the river is looking for a new prophet. Hf! I. Joe Hogge has retired, owing to tne failure of a Hlj I 1, vote of confidence, and there is a splendid open- H f ; ing for the right man. Joe's fall was due to that B worst of political crimes ambition. They had an B ! election the other day over there ror school trus- H' tees and a non-partisan convention selected the V $ candidates. Joe Hogge was not satisfied. He B j 1 1 had not been consulted. Now, Joe has accumu- B i 1 1 lated quite a pile of glory as the political discov- W t erer and manager of Uncle Archie McFarland. Be- Bf If sides, he is the friend of Lindsay Rogers and B f f Henry Peery and other political wizards. So you I see Joe goes some. Well, he looked over the non- I, partisan nominees and he could see without a lorg- I nette they were not all Republicans. He used his blue pencil on a couple of them and then B ' 1 called a convention of Joe Hogge to meet the H I same evening in front of Tribe's. The convention B II was a great success. Joe was the chairman and B II secretary, and he also made the nominations. The B I Hogge ticket was slightly handicapped on account fl j Ii of the excluslveness of the convention which nom- H ' 1 1 inated It, but it made a good run. The non-parti- B 1 1 sans, however, were the goods. They had all par- B I ties with them, including Gentiles. , Joe died hard, B 1 but he died. The place of prophet for the south- B Vjj west corner is vacant and any good man whose B l feet will fit Joe's shoes can have It. The burning of the Ogden woolen mills early in the week removes a prominent mile-post in Utah's industrial history. The place was built by Lorin Farr soon after the pioneer days, and did a thriving business for many years. Other interests got control and for twenty years the plant was alternately busy and idle. The present pres-ent owners were making a splendid success. Farr quit the business because he had too many Irons in the fire. He was six times married, and he quit making woolens so he would have more time to look after building up the kingdom. And see what he has achieved. The old gentleman is yet alive and the Farr family, unto the fourth generation, genera-tion, numbers between, five and six hundred. fcy THE OLD OAKEN PLUG. I've basked in my big meershum's soothin' smoke An' Havanas of a rich expensive brew; I smoked a cigarillo from a senorita's teeth A-gleamln' as the white wreaths filtered through; But no smokin's so enchantin' as that large and juicy quid Extracted from the husky slashin' plug we used ter chew. I have masticated possums we have tree-ed, I've wallered some in Liza's pigeon stew; I've wrastled with the jimmies somethin' scandalous scandal-ous to see, And drunk a heap eggregious where the wavin' barley grew; But them is effervescin' dreams to gastronomic bliss We've abstracted from the big and bumpshus plug we used ter chew. When Death's avengin' edict calls me out, i An' X-if e's soft sky glooms in, a hapy, hue, f " I'll say t' him, Old Harvester, terbaccker's in the pouch, Enough for one long farewell juicy quid for me an' you; And fer Him thar'll be no Vict'ry, as my lips close firm an' true On that condensed ambrosia-breathin' plug we used ter chew. A. K. N. |