The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1891-08-08
on MONTANA WEATHER.

Qncle Jerry MUSK anu JupllSr Ilu
vius in partnership have given the PEG
pie of this town a very entertaining
weather programme for the summer
months. We are particularly indebted
indebted to Pluvius. He has taken
several centuries to reach Helena or
his route, but has endeavored to eve
matters by throwing in an extra supply
OF his own original, trade marked brand
of weather. He has actually paral
yzed the oldest inhabitant, the old
timer and the old Montanian, the latter
having the additional misfortune Of an.
other burden.
But what do you think of it? Here is
a commonwealth young, ambitious and
eminently respectable when compared
with her older sisters. She is endeavor-
ing to win for herself a reputation for
veracity, virtue and those sterling quail
tiles which were conspicuous in her old
blood relations. tho New En- gland states.
With an honest record Of the past and
ali equal honesty of purpose, this lovely
young maiden steps to the threshold
OF her domain and invites w~orldlings
to become her subjects. When a glance
Of inquiry follows, she modestly but
firmly points to the brightest star in
the constellation Of weathers and says
that is mine"
A careful analysis of the past is asked
and given. Look at Montana weather
in any possible light, except through
Butte smoke, and you will find the
loveliest climate in the world. We have
with us always the life. giving mountain
atmosphere, a drink of which brings the
tingling Of quickened blood and the
fullness of life's enjoyment. When
dame nature throws it's chilly mantle
over the closing year she losses to her
favorite daughter the daintiest of all
her gifts, the chinook wind. While the
frozen east is wrapt and unwrapt with
coverings Of ice and sleet and snow,
Montana at times folds the balmy Chi
nook about her and brings the breath of
spring where winter should have been.
And likewise her winter garb is a royal
garment. Between the films of snowy
lace come breezes laden with balsamic
tonic of wood and mountain. And the
summer! All, how we .Montainians love
to tell the white-heated and discouraged
easterner of u summer season, of it's
pleasant days. delightful twilights and
cool nights, of the eve and comfortable
temperature, Of its dearth of horrid
thunder storms but hold. It ia Of the
thunder storm We would speak. How
under the sun and by whose authority
did this gruesome thunder storm creep
into the weather catalogue of Montana?
Montana has worried through many
years without this innovation. The old
est old timer who came here in the
Of early days will tell you that
he never saw half a dozen thunder
until this year. And yet hardly
a day has passed since July | without a
flood of rain with a consort of thunder
and lightning. What has Montana done
deserve this presumption on the part
of weather kings? Why should the
dreaded thunder storm invade our ter
ritory whom not wanted?
Pluvius, a word to you and your side
partner Uncle Jerry, or vice versa.
Remove that thunder storm forthwith.
Otherwise you will find yourself in trou-
BILE. We suspect it is d Matchmaking
scheme, Uncle Jerry, and that you have
secured the aid of Pluvius to get a Har-
rison delegation from Montana, but in
any event excuses don't ego" Incl
aentally we suggest that you and Plu-
vius read an entertaining and instruc-
tive work entitled, "The History of the
V~igilantes in Montana"