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Show HAPPENINGS i s ABOUT TOWN -' . By C. W. D. It's all up now with Geyser Bill Jits 'rtryal iWwn and sword; yb", 'for' tffese things that came to pass, a Oh let us thank the Lord! j We kjiwsof two patriots ! who ematurely when1 the false news first got a holt on a nervous ner-vous public. And, now, they've got to do it all over again. But they have U3 beat one at that, and then some, according to Hoyle. Charley Decker, engineer and bon vivant, left here for Salt Lake ' cJtiM&i i8bSA6i IW.e win be gone for an indefinite time, after 0 yearls residence,..in. .Milford, and we .regretted to -see him go Sam Runs-wick Runs-wick is shy a companion, now, but tlmt fragrance of a spring morning that Sam carries with him should prove a solace In his more lonelier mbirientl. . ' " .?-' "Blooch" belongs to Teddy Wil- ' lfa'ms! 'fibVa" mongrel yklth pride, "that 'ifightB' and' "fights fair. Blooch neyerjivgiaed, a scrap, as his scars will testify, and he always scented the bfktj.1 afer ofi .,- Collie, bull terrier, ter-rier, or airdale, it never mattered which," fhe"61d' -vet". "was always there 'h-eh''Jthe''fe'dhg' rang,' and1 he usual-ly--saw hi----sn-arling traducer slinK . for., .co.yer. ,. ..... Io Jijaie..Xew,. doubted -the valor of w5 uauiuti .giauiaLor, . ana only tne s,tra,agefha,d,. .temerity. .. to stir up trc.u,b.Ie.. .,,,.. . , Now, Blooch is a pathetic, picture. Nearly tbljnd and dea(, he. limps heerfullv aloiyr; wagging his tail with a sort,of "smug, , selfTsatisfac-tion.,, selfTsatisfac-tion.,, I often .wonder if he doesn't revert to the halcyop days when his ,blaok; feaUess, eyes glowed like fire, and his' shining teeth gripped the throat of his vanquished opponent 'who had m"ore"'cburaga than discret- 2. t ..., Blooch is sit ontitn'st pure a"--sim'pfeT f he" we're "able to smile, his face' woulcf light' up with1 reflective reflec-tive 'pride "dt Ifie" mention of his name; ' 6ut'-air'n"e'''can' 'A 6 is wag bis -tatf ''with-' a'cKh'owTedment. He reminds' me"(5f an (lid teieran of the rebellion -""Welt." -ho " says, ' "I've be'en 'treavly bllntT since"72, arid deaf as -wdll:" The-'f-hetimfS'tW, has got me twisted like a scrub'"oak. ' I lost a leg al-Geltwslmrg.- - Have had dya-pepsy dya-pepsy for thirty years. Lost two fingers in a silo cltter. But I still goot two teeth and thank God they hit;-"' ' Mrs. Dobson is .pGj if tneS Dest Jiy.le Snake-joys v knfw of. Jt'p at the.ilotl j oji jtlfit jjloek Chicker-ing, Chicker-ing, she occasionally runs through her repertoire that includes every-thfig every-thfig from rag-time to jlhe RVisary, Aiifl (thef l'lt$ Mr$ C perched all afcfundMhirfte in wijh a'sprin melody. mel-ody. If you've got the glums and the rent's due, hup Into the ;muslc .room at... the, MUford., some :,frosty night afld, forget,, it . i. :. ' . ,. I Music has charms, and Ifjj moot folks were as adept on thl( V" board 'as --Mrs'.' "Dobson. there vwo-'' ' never hav-e ' been"occaslon for? th's story. "Bill," says a friend, "refrrlni to his next door nolghhor, "doeB Bbe play by ear or" note?" j! "Darned If I know ," says thin other, oth-er, "SfaffidS' lis' If" she playvl by sheer bri'ffe" force." ' And don't forget in slippery -I'eath to: C sharp or B fiiit. I i t Stan Tattersall's got a sw-eater 'that was at one time'iised In J'etro- grad to incite revolutions. It?s not 'a fierv red, nor a burning crimson, nor a flaming scarlet, but it cpmbln-en cpmbln-en jill tiret In i-ojor.ond Stan says Itgljreshljia JouHclousness pf being be-ing wi.rm in the cohlest weather. A df:lepation of Mexican chlli-con-carnisls tried to buy the Jbloom-.. Jbloom-.. fi-frifirnod-on -) iv.ts.o. HAPPENINGS ABOUT TOWN (continued from page one) in' rag but Stan wouldn't sell it for a half interest in the Tampico oil fields. Uncle Jim Hatton came in. on Monday to swing around the circle cir-cle of his friends. Everyone likes Uncle Jim but he never stays long enough to give us a chance to express ex-press our appreciation the way we should like. One of these days, we're we-'re going to rope and hog tie him and drag him to a real banquet and toast him over the glasses. And Uncle Un-cle Jim says that spring water never makes a fellow hesitate. She,, used to sit upon his lap, As happy as could he; But now it makes her sea-sick; He has water on the knee. When the bugle called our young men from the farm, factory and fireside, fire-side, these same fellows left their sweet-hearts in tears at the depot and departed with the hope of a sweet reunion and the glad reflection reflect-ion of having served their country in its hour of need. For instance, there's Flo, and Lou and Maud and Helen, and many others in Milford, who have indured this time of -stress with patience and heroism. While h-- w.as se"v-ng. she also served, hut have we given her due credit for her little sacrifices and sublime endeavors en-deavors to help see the thing thro. Elizabeth would always stay At home and loll around each day; Somehow, she never tried to knit; An outfit for a soldiers kit; With rustic innocence and charm, She lent a hand along the mead, And did a worthy thing indeed. Marie, adept at pinafore, Could play each rag and classic score She donned a suit of canvas blue, Which never rips what'er you do, And drove a tractor up and down The flowing meadows far from town, She found enjoyment in the thought, That she was doing what she ought. Dear Dolly, with seductive grace. Had heathy tan upon her face, Acquired at the tennis court. And playing at each out-door sport. She cooked the meals at Uncle Joe's For twenty hands and washed the clothes Ah, each of these, lest you forget, Is each a veteran farmerette. I Jim Gibson says that whenever it's time to hibernate, around the ledge of winter, he always gets fat. i We think Jim's favoring the flap-! flap-! jack and sorghum diet too much these days. But crisp mornings and a stack of hots would make a dyspeptic dys-peptic smile and let out another : notch, and Jim's no dyspeptic. H. E. Adams of Malone. made us a visit on Monday. We call him HI. but his wife doesn't like the cognomen cogno-men because it savors too much of rural Ne wEnpland. Anyway. Mr. Adams has been a valuable rlti7.--r-'in Millard county and has been instrumental in-strumental in getting better roads and other benefits which a farm community needs. He played the political accordion in Michigan before be-fore he nursed a beard and hasn't altogether forgotten the art. i As Christmas closer romes each day, I'm wondering what to do. I wasn't listed in the draft, Nor victim of the flu. But scheme as deftly as I can, And ponder as I may, I can't get out of buying gifts To gladden Christmas day. . I know what Doc. Quirk's going to get for Christmas, and that's a gun that'll shoot even if you don't aim straight, and shoot to get th" game. Doc. goes hunting with f"--Dreibelbis once or twice a week, and always brings home the ducks that Charley gets on the wing, and then for three days he prates about his trusty musket and his infal'i'e marksmanship ? Hunting coats high boots and fur couldn't testify to skill with the Remington, and we'll wager a platinum stick-pin that tbe young apothecary couldn't break his plate glass window at 10 feet with a load of buckshot. Little Frances Sloan claims that she wasn't deserving of all the nice things we said about her last week, but we know better. We just began be-gan to warm up when Harry hollered holler-ed for copy, and when Harry calls, it's a te deum for any inspiration we may have. j We met Harold Doolittle Sunday morning right, in the lane near his house, and now we learn that Harold Har-old went to bed sick on Sunday afternoon. af-ternoon. That being the case, wo shall henceforth make provision to protect our friends by wearing a mask that will entirely cover the frce and afford only two small openings open-ings to peep through. Heretofore we have inspired a laugh; and a free thpt can create such emotion l-nc vnli'e.. V.'n v ' n r- e : Hacker, who has been placed in Class 1 A, will remain here to carry car-ry on his work in the Peaver Bor-tn-iH D-'e to te s"- -rv ptI L'i '-o -,.:n iti.pt- , tp - - into service. We sav. Alfred pic-j pic-j up a 130 pound sack of wheat with the dexterity of a social woman 'ifting her pet poodle md we mar-ivn'lcd mar-ivn'lcd at this youth's prowess. Such as he who are over on the firing line helped to spin the Kaiser into oblivion; ob-livion; and Alfred's one regret Is that he didn't have r"i opnortun"-to opnortun"-to play nine pins with a few of tho-e teutonic wooden heads. When Wilhelm fled to Holland. His soul was filled with fright And now that he's in Holland. 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