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Show Wednesday morning, he started to our sanctum sanctorum with his mind heavily charged with a red-hot poem, on ''beautiful snow." it would have been a scorcher, too, as the Judge was warm over the cranky prankiness of Winter and Spring to see who will gain the mastery. Before Mr. Johnson reached our sanctum, however, he bethought him that we might be loading, priming and training our una in readiness to greet the usual quota of spring poets. So, swallowing his vexation and caching his poetical ebullitions for a more opportune time, he turned and slowly retraced his steps to his cozy nook in the Court House, no doubt muttering to himself: "Well, this weather does beat the Old Nick, anyway!" i UMTS TliK OLD H k. Hnw "lncnf Our ( iili'n Vi lmirri-(l liy Thlt I niisnnl wcnllirr. I County Recorder E. P. Johnson soberly informed us that while the I Hakes were falling so furiously |
