The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1899-10-18

and ''thunked thunk, but still the
thoughts would not flow
That grave digger, the Ghoul,
who is my predecessor III the liter
airy world, or rather whose success
or I haye been elected to be, has
pretty nigh covered the whole field.
He has raked up ali the old bones
in the grave yard, gone after the
ticket of leave man., given the
Shiny tongued gossip a turn, pulled
family skeletons from out Of the
closets, given q learned chapter
upon the doctrine of anamism, which
was SO deep that the curious reader
considered 1T dry, has taken whirl
at human characters whose acquaint-
ance he had cultivated, and told
about the tricks that exist in all
trades.
s'Besices this, the hoary old night
hawk has raked up the bones of the
dumping grounds and told his ex-
periences in getting lost one night
in going to that place.
1.-THE difference between the sexes,
and the condeming in one branch of
the human race that which is con-
doned in the other, has come in for
a few sage and learned remarks.
And since the publisher of this
great family journal expects me to
confine myself only to things of a
general nature it is pretty difficult
to know just what to say
And with this the Sphinx wiped
the perspiration from his brow
with a chunk of seaweed, and snap
ped his jaws together so hard that
his teeth ratified.
The sensation of this latter move
ment made him think very seriously
of the condition of his Jaw, and
momentarily the idea seemed to
present itself to him and he said, II
will talk of the man with the iron
jaw
Iron jaws are not an uncommon
thing, and while they perhaps do
not exist only in a theoretical state,
yet the phrase is simply appropriate
ed to emphasize the irony that is
found every now and then in the
wagging of the maxillar The man
with the iron jaw is not the one
who is described in the little Scotch
verse which reads:
His feeble jawes and hallowe voice could
make z
None other sound"
1--WE find a sp cimen of the men we
are talking about in the fellow at
the ball game who exercises his in
ferior maxillary so enthusiastically
that he transfxes his throat and
drinks his vital blood, he wags it SO
>energetically that his neck becomes
like an agricultural implement, the
entranceway becoming like the
place where grain and the straw
passes from the feed board to the
cylinder of the threshing achine.
But this the man who is common
ly known as the 'rooter' does little
harm in this working off the steam
OF his enthusiasm
There is the fellow whom YOU
meet in politics, who starts little
yarn going on aristocracy row, and
before you can get the thing corell.
ed, has another one on the avenue,
and another one down in the seventh
ward. He has the iron jaw an
backs it up with brassy counter
ance, silver tongue and has not
yet discovered the fact that speech
is golden. He is the fellow YOU can
meet every spring and occasionally
in the fall.
There is another man with an
iron jaw, and it works in defense of
the sporty element in the COM
munity, and will tell you that we
fellows who preside behind the
green cloth are doing wonderful
things for the financial condition of
the city But of course he is only
mistaken.
The iron jaw doesn' always work
SO violently that it makes thunder
Gus sounds, but when YOU see iti