The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1900-07-04
SPINNING WHEEL.
A SUCKERS PLANT

And, in confidential tone.
Laid bare all facts that might be known
About his own and my affairs.
lie owned mine of wealth untold
And only needed cash right then
TO pay the brOwny sons Of men
For lifting out the SlugS of gold.
Would not take what he could spare
An equal interest IN the mine
And thus become fat and fine
And undiSputed millionaire?
All this for thirteen thousand down,
AND to secure ME sure enough
He'd leave brick OF standard" stuff
To hold till he came back to town.
l wrote the check, he went his way
His cOuntenance agleam with joy
AS happy as 2 care-free boy
L haven't seen him since that day.
l know not if he be alive
Or low beneath the snow and rains
Where | must lay these cold remains
The brick was worth six-eight-fve:
Nebraska State Journal
The only thing that will brighten a
tramp is a woodpile according to a story
emanating from Thomaston, a town in
the Naugatuck valley of Connecticut and
told in the New York Journal.
For years the selectmen of that town,
as we'll as the constables, have been try
ing to devise a scheme whereby they
could rid themselves of the knights of
the road"
1t remained for schoolgirl to solve
the perplexing question. The teacher
asked bright class of young pupils:
What will best diminish the tramps fire.
Quenting Thomaston?"
"a woodpile, Exclaimed Maude Adams,
$ years old, before she thought to raise
her hand.
why should a woodpile keep the va
teacher.
Because" said the bright little pupil,
Il would make them saw papa's wood
for a place to sleep and something to
eat"
A tramp visited the home of Charles
Adams last week and begged for a cup
of coffee and a sandwich. Mrs. Adams
first thought was of her daughter
Maude's idea and the woodpile She
showed the stranger woodpile, the saw
and sawhorse. and told him if he would
saw some wood she would give him some
thing to eat.
How long must 1 saw" queried the
visitor.
Until I think you have earned a
breakfast" replied the woman. The
tramp took another look at the woodpile
and passed OH.
Since that day the wood dealers of
Thomaston have not been able to supply
the demand for cordwood.
You do see the darndest things in this
busy port said visitor from up the
New York Commercial Advertiser, as he
sat on one of the bridge benches and
watched the river traffic. I've seen
whole railway trains carried across the
river on those big barges, but this morn
ing [ saw the limit. I'm blessed if there
the river on barge-a big frame house
with fence around the back yard; there
was pump in the yard, too"
Presently one Of the floating grain ele-
vators came putting down the river.
There it is coming back" said the Wis
itor. "Now, am l a liar?"
Young. Mrs. Torkins had gazed intently
at her husband, while he talked for
twenty minutes without stopping, says
the Washington Star.
'Now," said he do you think you I'M
derstand how things were at Philadelphia
during the convention ?''
Perfectly, Charley. dear. After hear
ing what you say, and reading all the pa
perS l could find, it is as clear as day.
Mr.. Roosevelt didn't want to be vice
president, and Mr.: Platt wanted him to.
Mr.. Hanna wanted him to be vice-pres-
dent until he said no, and then he said
he shouldn't have it. And it was a great
victory for Mr.. Hanna, because he want
ed Mr.. Roosevelt in the first place. and
it's a great victory for Mr.. Plat, because
Mr.. Roosevelt was forced to take it after
he had said no. and it was great vic
tory for Mr.. Roosevelt, because without
saying so he wanted it all the time. But
to tell you the honest truth, Charley,
DEAR she added, as she passed her hand
over her brow, Il can't tell which really
HIATT. But [ have always thought from
the first that William McRosenfeld will
make a lovely President"
The head of the household was late
getting home, says Golfers Weekly 1t
was long past midnight Indeed, the lit
tie clock on the hall mantel had just
struck 3 o'clock when he came walking
in. He had been out with the boys, and
his wife reproached him.
''Why, it's early yet. It's not late'
Just then the bedroom clock sounded |
one, two, three.
The wife looked at him with grim re-
buke. He caught her eye and jerked out
this reply:
''Weil, now, if you want to believe that
darned dOllar-anda- half clock before
your dear husband l have nothing to
say"
The experience of that Long Island |
school teacher who married young girl |
pupil is cited as a warning to those who |
think of going and doing likewise. Allud- |
ing to the case, the Boston Journal says:
THE school teacher was asked five or
six years ago why he married his young
pupil. He replied with eyes flashing
pride and with quivering nostrils, Be
cause | can form a girls character. NY
wife's character has not yet been mold
ed The trouble with molding a wom-
ans character is that somebody is like
ly to break the mold. This school teacher
should have taken warning from the mel
ancholy fate of Thomas Day, the author
of Sanford Merton Mr.. Day proposed |
to mold his wife, so he went to an orphan
asylum and picked out a naxen-haired |
girl of IL years whom he named Sabrina
Sidney. (He picked out another, but we
are concerned only with Sabrina) The
girl was sent to school, and then tested
by Mr.. Day in many ways. He dropped |
melted sealing wax on her arms and she
screamed, although he told her the wax
did not really hurt her, and when he
fired pistols at her she persisted in jump
ing, which provoked him. for he was of |