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Show Ruminatin M Roundabout In which Ruminator proposes to cream a lot, think as little as necessary, scatter a few bouquets bou-quets while their objectives are still above the sod to enjoy them, and fire a hot-shot now ami then before said Ruminator gets too old and his sight gets too poor to see the sparks fly. If there could be, anywhere, a record re-cord of the cheerful moments brought to people by the thoughfulness and i. consideration of others, that record. would be full of references to Mrs. L. M. Robinson of Rocky Ford dam and her daughters, Kendall and Lucile Franke. Stranger coming into in-to the county or acquaintance removing remov-ing to some distant place for all there is a happily worded greeting, not to mention the innumerable others who must be on the thought-of list of these good people. The fact that Mrs. Robinson is spending the winter in Salt Lake on account of her health, makes no difference so long as the United States mail con tinues to function. Have you been to the toy shop the last few days? If you haven't you'd better get over there and see the transformation that has taken place in the appearance and utility of used toys recently gathered up by the Boy Scouts and repaired and painted under the direction of the Veterans of Foreign wars, the Volunteer Firemen and others. The paint on milady's face accomplishes ac-complishes nothing in the way of ' transformation by comparison with some of those toys. We fear it isn't a proper pre-Christmas pre-Christmas spirit we have. Just as their fellow Lions get to the point of truly admiring the adornments on their upper lips and Ruminator gets to the verge of suggesting to Bill Martin to do likewise, Less G. and Bill N. go and shave of their soup-strainers! soup-strainers! It's not fair! It sure seems good to see again in 1 the windows of the Milford hotel lobby the canaries belonging to Mrs. G. T. Fitzgerald, who is batting for Hebe as hostelry manager while the latter is in L. A. Those canaries have a lot of friends who appreciate their cheerful singing and lively actions. And the covers with which their cages are hooded at night time are intriguing of themselves but quite necessary or the songsters wouldn't know when to call it a day. Crossroads Merchant No, sir, I ain't a-goin' to advertise. Stranger Why not? Merchant I tried it once, an' it nearly ruined me. People come from miles around an' they bought nearly all the stuff I had. |