Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1892-10-28

open so that you can see the nice hard
finish on the inside of his thorax.
There is another fish that one finds in
the French Broad river, called the Pride
of Perdition, think. It has legs ON it,
and when man catches one he throws
down his pole, gives two blood curdling
shrieks and hunts for Kelley institute.
The superintendent of my farm told
me about it, lie caught one few weeks
ago and didn't feel like working for two
or three days after that. The mouth
was made at time when it was thought
there was going to be more material than
there really was, and so the body is
slight and the legs are badly bowed
from trying to carry the mouth around
in search of more things to eat.
What Ticktown needs is a good hotel.
AT present it is sadly deficient in hotels;
also everything else. But good hotel
is needed first Also large, powerful,
urbane man to stop people who I'M
consciously pass through the town and
never come back.
1t is quiet. 1t is only two miles from
the main road and only fourteen miles
from Plum Lewis View. Good neigh
bors can always be found by coming to
my place. Street cars are contemplated
also by man who has been that way
ever since he fell out of hammock that
was hung on his piazza in the fall of 1871
by son-in-law who then lived in Michi-
gan, but who has since moved to Oak
land, CAL, to open dental Office, &C
cording to local paper published in the
interests of the trade at $3.50 per year,
with the understanding that it is to be
paid for in advance or as soon thereafter
as may be, though this is no way to pub
lish paper, as Isaiah so truly said, for
the laborer is indeed worthy of his hire,
and this is found to be the case especially
among workingmen, and in the language
of DR.. Bartle, speaking of the Alliance
itself, and especially of Euripides, where
he tells of Antisthenes, who was one
day working in the new lot back Of the
NJ. E. church with pair of restless
steers and quarterly meeting going on
at the time, so that he could not address
the steers as he would have liked, and
the place being a trifle rocky, as also
was Antisthenes, and the briers having
swathed his bare legs below the togs,
which did not amount to much anyhow.
"And what are you driving atY' says
Euripides, who had just got poem into
Greek magazine with the understand
ing that it was to be paid for as soon as
it was published, if nothing happened,
and to be used anyway in case of his
death, so he was feeling pretty well.
Driving atY' says Antisthenes; 81 am
driving at these pesky steers and doing a
little more work TO get little more
money to buy little more food to give
me little more strength so that | can
do little more work and get little
more money to get me little more food
to give me little more strength so
that r
DIR. Bartle says that he and Euripides
both came away and left the old man
sitting on the pillow beam vaselining his
brier beswatted limbs and going over
and over in the midst Of his quaking
beard with this same old, old grievance
which is bothering every workingman
today, dear reader, you and | and all Of
us, and no member of congress can helr
us out of it. No Republican or Demo
cratic platform or hoarse campaign re
solvers can take this mighty burden
from our aching shoulders. Only Gods
kindly hand, when the day is done and
the drowsy crickets review the beautiful
torchlight procession Of fireflies, can
with gentle touch take off the heavy
CALLING burden that he put there when
the world began, when every man was
told to eat with one hand and wipe his
brow with the other.
Is it not so?
And yet Ticktown, as was saying, is
free from malaria. Sewer gas and civil,
cation are unknown here except among
the better classes, and as the promoters
have removed all fatal cases to another
county early the death rate is low
Capital and bag of -four are all that
we need here now to make things lively,
Buckwheat -four would be best.
Ticktown is the home of the red bug
which has recently become such an in,
dustry here. If time should be hanging
heavily on yorr hands this summer, sill
down on an old log at the corner OF
Soudan and Coon streets, where the site
for the new opera house is patiently
waiting for the capitalist, and after an
hour or so of gentle thought you will