The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1898-03-28
Picked Up by
The Wanderer

"hE sOa AtAtONS " I
know what IL is to be really and actually
IN the hole " His auditors. who were Ia
menting their depression from a burden
OF cigar and laundry bills. asked him to
explain an easy method of getting out OF
the hole.
I'm first tell you how I happened to get
IN the hole, and you will have to go
through just what I did before you'll
know how to get outfit you ever do get
out said Oliver. You heard about my
strike up near the head of Ross fork.
didn't you, and how to get into that coun-
try? Well. I started from the burg a few
weeks x for my camp back in the
mountains. I had no difficulty In reaching
the gulch. but when l got there l couldnt
see my cabin. prospect hole or even a
tree. so deep was the snow. 1 wan
dered about on my snowshoes for a long
time until i came to a spot where 1
thought my cabin stood. I took of my
shoes. those web Canadian affairs, and
began to dig i'm the snow. using a shoe for
a shovel. | bored down about Is feet.
shoveling the snow out by means of
benches about four feet apart, throwing
from one TO another. until | managed to
make a pretty respectable looking de-
velopment shaft. There / struck a couple
OF poles iying horizontally. and 1 sup
posed they were the ridge poles of my
cabin. / jumped up on the first bench.
sat down, filled my pipe and smoked. all
the while planning I'm my mind how to
make a hole in the roof without tearing
away too much of IL. An idea struck me.
/ pokod my pipe in my jeans and Jumped
down to the bottom of my shaft say
l jumped to the bottom of my shaft. for.
% and behold. / was in the bottom of my
shaft-right in the stump of a 1J-foot pros
pect hole that / mad sunk near my ca bin
last fall. l had abandoned it and thrown
a few poles across it. l had forgotten all
ahppf the hAf. NAxr 80, -. - ~.
hole just as ! did and you'n know how 1t
feels to be i'm the hole. You fellows aren't
in the hole-you only think you are"
An old friend of divers came along
and they all walked over across the
street and the young men lost sight OF
Preston in the rush of a busy Saturday
night, SO the desired Information wasn't
obtained. However. Oliver Hazard Perry
Preston Is evidently out of the hole, but
no one knows better than he how he got
out.
These are days when the ladies wear
a very serious countenance and try to
look awfu.ly wise. They flash glances of
scorn at their brothers and say. soto
voce, oh, why don't you get out and
hustle like 1?' They will exercise their
prerogative as true American citizens by
walking to the polls next Saturday and
voting for school trustees. This will be
a phSN Ntth III III ltfnlIlnt WOTIu, sure |
as can be.
While the camera cranks are organic
ing and preparing for a season of delight
full pleasure, the bike faces are growing
harder and sterner as the days go by.
The other day the weather looked en-
couraging. but the heaviest snowfall of
the season has placed a look of sorrow on
the bike face, which. 1t is feared. can
never be removed by even sunshine and
dusty roads.
As a sample of the reliability of New
York's yellow journalism, the following
will illustrate: Shortly after reaching
Spokane recently Corbett received the
following telegram from the New York
IF war is declared would you fight.
and state whether in the army or navy
Corbett Immediately wrote out and
placed on the wires the following laconic
reply:
Fix up story to suit yourself. VIII
fight anything"
A few years ago it was the big Four
-Spelman, Williams. Welcome and
Walsh. Now they are seven. and the 9TH
er three have their eyes turned on Well
come.
The baseball boys are feeling the effects
Of prolonged Information and are begin
ning to feel that way again. The glass
and wings have become heavy
and lifeless from enforced inactivity. The
keep tab on the weather re-
ports and the barometer and the only
Encouragement they get is colder to-day
IN the southwest. possibly fairer to-mor-
row; SHOWS next day; clearer Wednesday.
with indications of more snow sooner or
ater."
TIT young mother walked into a store
pm Main street and asked the clerk to
show her some baby carriages. This
way. please: here is an elegant line of
ouggi~es-anythlng you want"
She bit her finger nails and looked over
he long rows of buggies: she bit harder
It her finger tips, and finally paused in
Ter search to say:
81 don't see what I want; / want one
or twins please, sir"
''Oh! too bad, I'm sorry. VIII have TO
lass that. for we've no double carriages.
m sorry, indeed: we had not calculated
m calls of this kind. But then, you
NOW, we're all liable to make mistakes.
Oh. by the way. here's a large, hand
omely upholstered"
But she was half way down the stairs.
numbling something about 'the imperti-
Ience of some men. Mistakes, the ideal"