River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1890-08-07
ON HOUSEHOLD NOTICES.
The Question Discussed by the Frequent
ers of "A Darkroom.

The Question Discussed by the Frequent
ers of a Darkroom.
"Hyke, be you a-takin to putin up
them there mottors?" inquired the man
who never went home, cycling the spat-
ter-work sign, "Peace and Prosperity
which Mr.. Hyke had newly hung behind
the bar
oval, now. it's amazin' how fashions
will git hold! They amt a house you
go into, nor a store, neither, but what
the Golden Rule or the Commandments
is starin' you in the face from some
where's Are the community Twin up
to 'em any bettern they used to, think?
1t seems to me, Hyke, more like they'r
kinder sneakin' out of it in this way,
like the Teller that writ his pra'rs onto
q single SOS he could point to 'em cold
nights, m say: 'Them's my sentiments!
instid of gittin' to his knees. I've
noticed the more people amt Twin
up 10 a motor, the more it's
bound to be stuck up over their
chin bly-piece. When you go into a
house, m set down N read: God Bless
Our Homer you kin take big odds it's as
bad in need of blessin' as it ever bin of
white-washin'. N Love Yer Enc
miesp Why, bless We, old Squire Skin
nam, he's got one of 'em up over his
writin desk, m five lawsuits a-goin' on
with his neighbors. Love Yer Enc
mies!' My goodness that do seem the
onlikeliest of 'em all; now. don't it? If
the motor said; Leave Your Enemies
Live; Don't Take EN- By The Neck n
rf,l- L ~ .
say that were bad enough to tackle; but
love 'em? We find it blame hard enough
TO love our near relations. i don't see
where our enemies is goin' to git the
ghost of a show. M Peace n Pros
perity!' hangin' behind bar counter!
Amt that redeck'lous? Still, it got
more biziness hangin' behind the bar,
that's so, than it hev in front OF it. If
there's any peace N prosperity goin',
they amt lavishin' themselves on the
fellers in front. The man benin hes
got the best look out, in that direction"
"Well, now, you pin stansin' up to
that bar, off N on, good many years, "
retorted Hyke, in an injured tone. II
don't see as Peace m Prosperity has
neglected you so awful bad"
''Were il standin' up to the bar that
fetched 'em-think? Why, man, the
two dollars, or four, or ten. or whatever
it mought be, that are comm to me
every week from the business my wife
attends 10, m that / kin spend as
please, would frequentin' here ever
brung it into my pocket? 1t fetch it out,
fast enough, as my wife often say to me.
If the females of this town she often
make the remark, were wimmin sech
as wimmin were intend to be, that
Teller Hyke, m others resemblin' him,
would be heaved in duck ponds
m rid on rails It's aston
ishin' what sound judgment my wife
kin sometimes expressl I'm jest a
thinkin' if she could on'y see that sign
up there: Peace N Prosperity blame
to gracious if / don't think she grab
onto the poker n ornament that mot
tor"
But a voice from the porch, convey
ing the intelligence that Joe Barnes
team was comm down the road-them
team he blew about, Saturday-caused
the man who never went home to leave
unfinished his chapter on notices, and
proceed leisurely to the door, where he
leaned to view the approaching quad
rupeds with the air of a critic who is
disposed to be lenient but who fears
that conscience will compel him to be
Madeline S. Bridges, in Puck.