OCR Text |
Show THE GUNNISON GOSSIPER. By Nemo. 1 The last day of school this week. Now the teachers and the children will breathe the air of freedom again. What happy memories it brings to us "old fellows ;" and how we wish - we were "one of 'em.': ' Now let everybodyget in line, and pull for the firBt two years' course of the County High school, to be located in Greater Gunnison. If you can't find a "nigger in the woodpile," get an ax and get out there yourself and cut and split your summer's sum-mer's wood, instead of loafing around town talkiug horse trades. Do this, and your wife will smile, your health will improve, and your coascienoe need friends." If you have a true and trustedjriend, "grapple him to your heart with hooks of steel," for he will be faithful when others fail. All who succeed and enjoy life ar those who have retained their friends. They are the same yesterday, to-day and tomorrow, for age cannot wither, or sorrow change their fidelity. Thomas Carlyle, the great Scotch-English Scotch-English author and historian, who, in his latter days suffered infensly with dyspepsia, said, "I never knew I possessed such a diabolical apparatus as a stomaoh until I was fifty years old." He also wrote and said many sensible and beautiful things ; among them the following few lines, which; we ought to know and remember; "So here hath been dawning aD other blue day ; Think, wilt thou let it slip useless away? Onf. nf fttarnif-.v t.hia Hav in V-tnrn -j j --, , Intoetemity at night t'will return. Behold it aforetime no eye ever did ; So soon it forever from all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning another blue day ; Think, wilt thou let it slip useless ' away?" Legal quibbles and technicalities are fairly illustrated by this incident. An old lady caught a bad boy by tha collar, and flourishing a stick over hia head, said ''you are the boy who broke down my fence, and told all the other boys to go into my orchard and steal my apples " "It: is not true," replied the boy, "I didn't do. it. And I didn't mean to do it. And, when I did it I was. only trying to mend the fence , which is weak. And the reason I did it waa to keep the bad boys out. And I have always, said you should be paid for the ap-. pies. And I won't do it again. And your apples gave the boys stomachache." stomach-ache." Thus you have a plea of "not guilty," of confession and avoidance, of justification, a plea in bar, a plea lot abatement, and ail the others. will approve. We often wonder if autombiles, hand-me-down clothes and breakfast foods were the only articles worth advertising in the magazines. Man is a difficult animal to please. If it rains a few days, we complain of the mud ; if it Btays dry, then we howl about the dust. If it gets cold, we want it warm ; and when it gets warmer, we kick about the heat. When the wind blows we object, and when a summer calm comes we pray for a breeze. If we have a bountiful crop we say the price is no good, and if there is a failure we conclude the oountry is gone to the dogs. Thus ever since Eve gave that core of an apple to Adam, in the Garden of Eden, man has a grouch against nature. There is a vast difference between the honest sweat from the brow of toil, and the slick sweat that flows from the tongue of the promotor or politician. True friendship is a prize worth at taining and retaining. In this stormy world' of ours, a real friend is of more value than riches, Money will never buy genuine friends. Parasites may hover and fawn around the man of wealth, but should riches take wings, these pretended friends disapear like the mist before the blazing sun. Health, wealth, or power cannot be independent of true friendship. No man can truthfully say, "I do not |