The Wadsworth dispatch. [volume] (Wadsworth, Nev.) 1892-1899, 1893-09-13
LIARS AND LIARS.

The following is the result Of the
free-for-all '~session held at the corner
last evening:
Bill Nichols started for White Horse
the other day but says he found the
road SO crooked he met himself coming
back.
Jackson, the p~rospector, says he's not
competent to join the Liars, the very as
sertion being proof positive as we have
known him several weeks.
Tom Bastian says; There is no use OF
Americans worrying about the future.
Should this country go to grass, we will
be able to dispose of the hay at from
thirty to fifty dollars a ton."
Mckinney the fisherman does not
know how to swim but by the use OF his
wooden leg saved q schoolmarm from
drowning in Bonner. BY permission OF
the Truckee Republican liar.
george washington" said Tommy in
the course OF regular Friday compost
tion," twas a man who, if he pointed a
gun at a man and told the man it wasn't
loaded, the man would not get a bit
scared ."-Ex.
George Frazier scratched this off on
Jim Crosby's shop door while waiting
for his horse to be shod; IA short time
since the cow was sad she scarce could
raise her head begad. Her hoofs were
sore, her tail was limp; her name and
bangs had lost their crimp, and miles
she trudged from grass to drink, with
scarcely strength enough to wink. The
owner too looked blue and glum, and
cussed the business some. But since the
grass is tall-the COW can raise her head
and bawl; her hide is slick, no bones pro-
trude, she Frances like a Reno dude. Her
tails erect, her eyes are bright, she snorts
and dares the crowd to fight. Her owner,
too, digs up the chink, and asks the
boys to take a drink. God bless the rain
it makes q man feel young again.
"Did you hear about Andy?" 'No?
Well, Andy made a strike OF sixty-ive
Thousand dollars at Cripple Creek. As
1901 as he got the money in his hands
he went down to Denver and blew it in.
Rum, cards and fun. You know how it
is. The morning that he woke up sober
and found all his money gone he set out
to punish himself by walking to Cripple
Creek. He wouldn't borrow a cent. A
fellow who was teaming for me overlook
him and offered him a lift, but he
wouldn't get in, and he plugged along,
nluttering to himself: walk, curse yer,
walk, Blow in your dust, will yer?
Then walk, you fool. It'll do you good.
No, you needn't stop at no spring.
Amt you drunk enough? Go dry, you
son Of a gun. Light out and walk, you
burned jackass.' And he did"
Henry Theelan, better know all over
the State and to all good men as Dutch
Henry" was talking to VIM. Donaldson
and with our deaf ear W. took in the
conversation "Bill," say Henry, 81
had q dream last night" Eyes" says
Bill, "what did you dream I" II dream
ed l was in He'll and 1 looked around
for Lem Allen an Dave Wightman an
Fergufs0n fan' Pritchard an Twoomey
an all those fellows what | thought
ought to be there. didn't see ONT OF
them an when Devil came up told him
it was funny there vas no ranchers in
He'll but me-" "Oh yes," he says Il got
lots Of 'em, just come this way" II
went with him q mile and he opened a
big door an l see those fellows all hang
ing head down with their feet tied to q
BEAM" l says: "why you got those
fellows here?" Devil says: scot em in
the drying house first, they're too
green to burn"