Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1873-08-27
pERFECTrv Y oA'rISFIED.

,rv never knew moro than one man
who was perfectly satisfied with the
weather at all times and under all cir
cumstancos. 1t was Chubb. No mat
ter what the condition of tho weather,
Chubb was always contented and
happy, and willing to affirm that the
state of things at any given moment
was the very best state that could be
devised. In summer, when tho ther-
momoter boltcd up among the ninoties,
Chubb would come to the from. door
with beads Of perspiration standing
out all over his red face, until his head
looked like a raspberry, and would
look at the sky and say, "Splcndid !
perfectly splendid! Noble weather for
the poor and for tho leo companies
and tho washerwomen never saw
such magnificent weather for drying
shirts. They don't shake up any
such climate as this in Italy. Gimme
my umbreller, Harriet, while / sit out
yer on the steps and enjoy IT," In
winter, when the mercury would creep
down fifteen degrees below zero, and
the cold was severe enough TO freeze
tbntfe Or IneF glo0o, U6u6b would SIT
out on my fence and exclaim, "By
gracious, Adeler, did you ever see
such weather as this? / like an at
mosphore that iroezes up your very
marrer. 1t helps tho coal trade and
keeps tho snakes quiet. Don't talk
of summer time to me. Gimme cold
and give it to me stiff" When there
was drought, Chubb used to meet us
in tho street and remark, mo rain
yet, see ! Magnificent, isn't it? Il
want my weather dry, | want it with
the dampness left out. Moisture
breeds fever and ague, and vets your
clothes. If there's anything | dospise
it's to carry an umbreller. No rain
forme, ifyou please" When it rained
for week and swamped the country,
Chubb often dropped in to see us and
to observe, "I dunno how you feel
about this yer rain, Adelcr, but it
alters seems to me that the heavens
mover drop no blessings but when we
have a long wet spell. 1t makes the
corn jump and cleans the sewers and
keeps chewing tobacco from getting
too dry. / wouldn't give cent, to
live in climate where there was no
rain. Put me on the Nile and I'd die
in a week. Soak me through and
through to the inside of my under
shirt, and feel as if life was bright
and beautiful, and sorrer nothing but
nonsense" On showery day, when
the sun shone brightly at one moment
and at the next the rain poured in
torrents, Chubb used to stand at the
window and exclaim, "IIarriet, you'd
We asked me how | liked the weather
Pd've said just as it is now. What !
want is weather that is streaked, like
piece of fat and lean bacon, little
shine and little rain, Mix'em up and
give us plenty of both and I'm your
man." Chubb was always happy in
o thunder storm, and one day, after
the Lightning had knocked down two
of his trees and torn his chimney to
pieces, we went over to see him. He
was standing by tho PROSTATE treos,
and he at once remarked, "Did you
ever know Of u man having such luck
rs that? ! was going to chop down
them two trees tomorrow, and as that
chimney never draw'd well, had con-
cluded to have it rebuilt. And that
gorgeous old storm has fixed things
just as l want 'em. Put me in thun-
der storm and let tho lightning play
around me and Pm at home. I'd
rather have one storm that would tear
the bowels out of the American con-
tinont than dozen of yer little drib-
blin' waterin'-pot showers. If | can't
have rippin' and roarin' storm, |
don't want nome" One day Chubb
was upon his roof fixing a shingle,
when tornado struck him, lifted him
off, carried him quarter Of milo
and dashed him with such terrible
force against fence, that his leg was
broken. AS they carried him homo
we met him, and when we asked him
how be felt, he opened bis eyes Ian
guidly and said, "Immortal Moses
what storm that was When it
does blow, it suits the senior momber
of the Chubb family If it blows hard.
I'd give both legs if we could have
squall like that evcry day. IL"
then he tainted. We want Chubb
elected president. He is the only
man in the universe who don't growl
at the weather, and he ought to have