Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1896-07-10

! A, J. Hash, drove over to Rock creek
last Friday, returning Sunday. He re-
ports the drive as long, and hot one.
Candidates for county offices must be
scarce. Not a single announcement
has been published, that any individual
of this county offers his name to any
convention for their consideration. 1t
must be that some body will take an
office; it would look awful for them all
to be vacant. Speak up, don't be afraid.
Joe Darrah came over from his ranch
in a hurry, Saturday, after some med
icine for a sick horse. He failed to go
home until Monday, so drank the med
:cine himself. The horse is all right
cured by proxy. The stuff he drank
must have been worse than belladona,
as he now sees Is to l as many red ducks
as lie did last spring.
James Murray and wife left for Den
yer, via Salt Lake, last Friday night,
where Mr.. Murray has Sc cured lucra-
tive position. Mrs. Murray is daugh-
ter of Assistant Chief of Detectives,
General D J Cook of Denver, and dur
ing her short residence here made many
friends, who regret that her stay in Sho-
shone has been so brief The best
wishes, of all, follow Mr.. and Mrs. Muir
raw to their Colorado home.
Against SANDER there is no defense, 1t
starts with word-with shrug-with
a nod-and very often with a smile. 1t
is pestilence walking in the darkness,
spreading contagion far and wide, which
the most wary traveller cannot avoid it
is the Understanding dagger of an ass
ASSN it is the poisoned arrow whose
wounds are incurable; the mortal sting
of the deadly adder. SANDER originates
with no true gentleman or lady.
The editor sat in his golden throne,
as editors generally do, his gold clock
licked and his diamonds shone; foun-
tains perfumed the air with cologne.
and yet was the editor blue. so blue. |
Oh, why was the editor blue? Because |
his subscribers, just few, had forgot |
ten to settle their bills when due; and |
he pondered so deeply how awful their
lot, when they in black hill would |
sizzle, so hot, like him, in a terrible
stew-a stew, like him in a terrible stew.
The office seeker is my shepherd; l
shall not want Inuch-during the cam
Daign. He leadeth me into the saloon,
,or my support and my votes sake. He
illeth nv pocket with good cigars and
my beer runneth over. He inquireth
after my family, even unto the fourth
genera ton. Yea, though walk through
he mud and the rain to vote for him,
md shout myself hoarse when he is
elected, he stralghtway forgeteth me
ind giveth me the ha-ha. Though I
meet him in his own house. he knoweth
ne not, and giveth me the ha-ha again,
Surely the wool hath been pulled over
ny eyes all the days of my life, and
'erily, verify say unto you, he maketh
ne think like it.
The great and glorious 4th has come
md gone, for the year 1896. While
'hoshone made no effort at a public
at home, the patriotism
inspired by that day, filled the bosoms
# all our people. Some went to Hal
ey, some to Ketchum, and others to
1agerman and to the falls, where the
agile had been better fed, and was, con-
able to scream louder Many
theirs remained at home and sought
hady groves and reveled in everything
God to eat, from hard-boiled eggs to
NIGEL food. The day was too oppressive
Y hot for the fisherman, so he crawled
lto convenient hammock, where he
ung and swung to his hearts content,
nd caught five pound trout-in his
lind. The solo club was in Salt Lake,
nd sundry sylvan retreats. The editor
himself with the taxidermist,
no stuffed him-with ice cream and
unto the freezing point
AIKEN all in all, everybody had a good
me.