The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1891-03-29

city marshal of Medicine Lodge He
was up to that time regarded as short
ON genius and long on socks. Now it is
otherwise. Next to the "Kreutzer
Sonata" and the young lady at the Four
tenth street museum who has heavy
sorrel name down her spinal column, the
Sockless holds the age on public notice.
Colonel Marsh Merdock was the first
to discover that Jerry did not wear
socks. The two went in swimming to-
gether during the campaign, and then
!. the secret got out The Great I'm
socked owns $40 acres of land, which is
this year all into wheat, or nearly SO at
least.
He also owns several head of bright
young heifers, several of whom will en-
ter the mich arena this spring. Mr..
Simpson is the author of small blue
book on ''The Care of the Cow, and I'd
der Information Generally" It is dedi-
Gated to Thomas Brewer Peacock, the
poet of Topeka.
am indebted for most Of the above
facts to Mr.. Simpsons Medicine Lodge
biographer and chiropodist, who wishes
me to say that he treats all troubles of
the feet, such as corns, bunions and in
growing nails, chilblains, quarter crack,
ETC., etc., by mail as well as personally.
He has bust of Mr.. Simpsons foot at
his place, and cheerfully answers all
questions regarding the great man.
Mr.. Simpson is the humorous feature
of the new and powerful movement
which seems to create general mirth,
but there is power and principle be-
hind it all to which it will be profitable
to pay attention. 1t may not win this
time nor next time, but when it does
win the professional politician will do
well to get into his cyclone cellar and
spread his umbrella.
Charles Lederer, Chicago, writes: 'sI
am an artist, and have very little exer-
else indeed. What would you advise?
Do you favor bowling? Did you ever
bowl any?"
Yes, Charles, have bowled in the
happy past. Ifavori it. Bowling builds
up a person real well. You will find a
good bowling club near the Germania,
on the North Side, where lot of talent
ed cusses go for to bowl. removed my
dressing sacque and bowled there one
evening quite a while. The city libra
rian was present. He asked me to bowl.
l had never before bowled. At the end
of long, straight, convex alley stood
several wooden pins, which it is the OBJ
ject of the player to knock over by
means Of large, heavy balls also made Of
wood. If the player can at the same
time also mutilate a small mulatto boy
who sets up the pins much mirth is
added to the game. | went there need.
ing exercise, and got so much of il
that have not needed any at all ever
since. | did not knock over any pins,
but 1 got the exercise.
A few days afterward I met the hoary
headed librarian on the street. He said,
81 must tell you that we had job put
up on you at the Bowling club the other
night"
"Ahr' said 1 cheerily. "What was it?'
fWell, we arranged a string in from
of the pins so that we could throw you
ball off the track every time, and thus
we could prevent your getting single
pin even by accident. But" he added
with tremendous sigh that was almos
sob, sit was not much of a success"
"Why?"
"Why? Why because your ball neve,
got to the string"
Yet I regard bowling as healthfu
exercise, and far superior to the mutila
ton of scroll saw brackets and member
of the family by means of Indian clubs
have also tried dumb bells. A yer,
large one is now holding my door shu
as l write these lines
But l was benefited more by Thu
game of bowls, l think, than by an,
other game l ever played. Tiddlede
winks, of course, will always have it