Cottonwood report. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1893-1901, 1894-05-04

Fact"
WGirl or boyS"
''Boy"
Lets hunt up old Jonesey and make
him set 'em up"
So is ushered into the world Baby JONES'
very red and hungry. and very much
troubled with insomnia. The former
grows on him, and, ON wearing off the lat
ter, Papa Jones loses his hair and several
pounds OF flesh and Mamma Jones loses
some of her good looks.
"Payp" says Papa Jones in astonish-
ment. DO babies payS Well, l should
say they did"
"Pay3" says Mamma Jones; ''why, the
whole world could not buy him."
And SO Baby Jones becomes Willie Jones,
and with his little primer and immaculate
tie marches proudly to school. Thereupon
the boys ''christen" his new shoes by spit
ting on them, and they soil his white tie
rolling him over in the sand. And Willie
Jones cries and teacher comforts him by
telling him to sit on the platform and by
calling his tormentors dad boys" And
they grin and look ashamed
But Father Time keeps his scythe
a-swing, and lol Billy Jones is in the high
school. Billy the Kid he is called now,
and he nearly breaks his mothers heart
one day because she sees him smoking a
cigarette and evidently enjoying it. Billy
Jones is also inclined to partake of the
fruit Of his neighbours pear tree, said fruit
being obtained after dark.
Will Jones is different boy few years
after his graduation from the high school.
Life has become a question of neckties and
fits on clothes. He ushers strangers into
seats at the hurch of the Dan and Beer
hob H. L.
and one day Deacon Potts is panied to see
him coming out of bucket shop, where
he has taken flyer on wheat.
William Jones, aged forty, is the cashier
OF the Hightop National bank. Mr.. Jones
is known as one of our best and brainest
business men. Mrs. Jones speaks of him
as Mr.. Jones, or William, and Deacon
Potts takes his advice on the investment
of a few hundred dollars he has laid by.
They talk of running him for the legisla-
ture, and The Evening Squash has doomed
him for mayor. The little ones call him
papa, and run to meet him at night when
he comes home.
"You know old Bill JonesS He was tell.
ing me the other day how he used to play
ball where the postoffice now stands. He's
u jolly old fellow, tell you. Told about
helping to pitch a teacher out of the win.
dow when he was a boy, about forty OF
fifty years ago."
Bill is jolly old boy Kept the com
pany in q roar at his daughters wedding
with his stories. They say Bill has laid by
quite little pile in his day. Smooth Ole
boy is Bill. He has accumulated quite .
stock Of experience, at any rate, and is al
ways ready with word of counsel, If you
ask his advice.
Seventy-fve years old today is "Old Bill
JONES'" or "Old Billy JONES'" as hi.
younger friends love to call him. There is
no term of reproach in familiarity unless il
Is used by the thoughtless or inconsiderate
His old friends have dropped by the way
side one by one, and old Bill Jones is the
last leaf on the tree. 1t is well ripened b,
time and frost, and the first breath OF win
ter will detach him gently, and he will fal
to his parent earth in sweet peace. "Olt
Bill Jonesr' He has done his work well
and he is ready to go. He wonders if h,
will meet the old boys again and talk ovel
the old days. His mind is much on hi,
youth. He loves to recall old associations
The old voices are in his ears. He smile.
rs he sees the children play.
Hello, colonel whose grave is this yor
sre fillingi"
william Jones', sir"
"WhatP Old Billy JonesS Well, we'll
So he has gone. But he lived to good ole
age. Let's see, seventy years, three
months the stone says, don't it? That,
doing pretty we'll in these times. Jones
was good old fellow, though. l remem
Der hearing my father tell how Jones le,
him have 5000 once to tide him over
crisis and he never took a bit of security
He and father were great friends once
How long agof Oh that must have beer
twenty or twenty-iv years back. Father,
been dead eighteen years. Well, good lucl
to him wherever he is. Good day. MIN
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