The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1899-12-07
A FEW OBSERVATIONS.

victed of selling liquor illegally,
shall be compelled to work out the
fine of $500 at cracking stone ON
the road at 81 per day This pun
ishment will no doubt keep the
liquor sellers within the limits of
the law.
You can tell a successful farm
er by looking at his wife's fruit
cans in the closet, says our OBJ
server. You can tell the dry
goods box statesman by the patch
es on his pants. You can tell the
slouchy woman by her shoe-but-
tons and her hair. You can tell
the poison serpent by the blue
ness of his tail. But the easiest
way of all, you can pick out the
enterprising merchants of the
town by looking at the town pa
per- This is not divine revela-
ton, but it is business, gospel and
truth.
He stood before st. Peter and
meekly applied for admission to
the better land. Cannot admit
you, sir" " Cam t admit mel" eX-
claimed the dismayed aspirant.
"Haven' t | lived u Christian life?"
Yes, in the main" Haven't l
obeyed the laws of the land?"-
"Oh, yes" "What then has been
my offense?" "You wanted to
stop your newspaper and instead
of dropping line to the publish
er and paying arearages, you had
the postmaster send him u mes
sage to the effect that your paper
was refused. A man so contempt
ible would find no company in
heaven; please move on to the land
where they don't shovel snow"
You seldom hear the public say
anything in favor of their local
newspaper. But the local news
paper is always favoring the pub
lie. And how quick the local pa
per hears of it, if by accident an
error appears, but if the public
or it's officials make blunder
they must not go in the local
newspaper, because the local
newspaper would lose it's head.
Nobody but local newspaper ed
itors make blunders: the rest Of
the populace doeth all things
well. A great many people who
know how to edit a newspaper
are somehow holding positions on
the top of dry goods boxes.
How slow moves the old clock
in the school room. Surely it
must be nearly run down. Why,
it seems like half an hour since
last I looked, but it is just five
minutes. Tothe school boy think
Ing of home and play, time seems
not to fly. but to creep with labor
ious and snail like movement.
For years that old clock has re-
mained on that identical shelf tick
ing swiftly the hours of recess
and vacation away, ready to relax
into a tick slow and solemn like
that of the death watch the mo-
ment the bell sounded for study
to begin. The old clock itself is
q lesson. How many who have
passed out of the portals of that
old building, soon to be torn down,
and in few months will be but a
memory. How many have gazed
with longing eyes at the old clock
wishing it would strike the hour
of closing, when they could have
made the minutes fly on golden
wings of promise if they had but
diligently applied themselves to
their books. Yes, dear school
boy, you are welcome to the les
son, and when you are disposed
to gaze at the old clock in the vain
hope that you can make the mo-
ments fly faster, turn to your
books aud when you leave school
to face the realities that come in
the battle for existence you will
thank us for the suggestion.
November, the eleventh month
of the year, has rounded out it's
days. 1t was the ninth under
Romulus, from whence it derives