Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1900-02-15
FOWLER NEWS.


down, so badly frightening the horses that
they became unmanagable, throwing Mr.. |
Mahieu high in the air. He came down on
his back, paralyzing him almost completely. |
His son, who was with him, was thrown out
but was uninjured. Valuable assistance was
soon at hand and Mr.. Mahieu was removed
to his home that evening. He is said to be
slowly improving. 1t was, however, a very
narrow escape, and should be lesson in
horse management for so many individuals
who are reckless in the way they handle
horses.
Jehosaphat! Mr.. EDITOR, what's the
matter with all your correspondents. Have
they all a special pick at us? Or is it be-
cause we have said something smart and they
are jealous? While disclaiming any attributes
toward greatness ourselves, we have heard
that great men always have many imitators.
The numberless ''poems" which have sprung
up lately are surely not attributed to the
| above fact, we hope, but are probably due to
| Spontaneous combustion, whatever that
ton has caused the latent talent to burst
forth Well, go it, boys, we'll take back
seat while the poetical ardor is on, for this
can't last always, our zeal is no less great,
despite the sundry remarks, for we will con-
inue to do business at the old stand in spite
of hades, the flesh and the devil.
Ed Miles was seen driving in the direction
of his regular appointment Friday p. m. Ed
quality out here in the west, where we are all
beset by many difficulties.
In regard to that lost letter from Fowler,
as published in the last News, we are some
what in doubt. If that question, s'You asked
me if 1 hadn't loved some one" had read
on, 'sback in No. we might have been able
to throw some light on the subject, for one of
our intimate school-mate friends ''back thar
had an experiene like that, which caused her
no end of trouble, with both the Mo. and the
KS. boy. However, we thought the Kansas
| lad was SO far ahead that he wouldn't write
such epistles as that. Two of Fowler
|
and it might have been their property. Still
we don't know. She had red hair-but that
is no clue, all the Fowler girls are red-headed
over our poem, etc. Well, ''be aisy,' girls,
we will tell you ga few about the boys here
when this rythmical fever abates.
| The s'Crackerjack Rennnciations' were
good. Come again, brother, even if you do
wear boomers. We were sorry that news
was so scarce that our name was mentioned
every other line, but that's no matter. You
were in the heat of passion, old girl, and will
probably not be so personal in the future
when your anger has somewhat subsidized.
You seem to be hurt on the skunk question.
1t may be hair oil comes high, but we prefer
goose grease or ''taller''. Come now, don t
pitch into us just because we told the truth
about your sex. If you will promise to pro-
mulgate eseteric cogitations, superficial senti-
mentalities and psychological observations,
and that you will not indulge in conglomera-
tons of fatulent garrulity, but will let your
extemporaneous decantings and Premeditated
ventriloquial verbosity we will agree to re-
| main forever silent.
A. Lapel, our ex-blacksmith, was in town
Friday on business.
John Sims says that Meade is not by any
means dry town, for he saw ''whole
quart the other day and wouldn't care if
somebody would prove up every week.
John Randolph was in town last, week.
John is always chuck full of business and
politics.
The box supper at the NJ. E. church Fri
day night was attended by a good crowd.
The baskets sold at various prices, under the
magnificent oratory of NJ. Frazier. Henry
Gruempkin was induced to pay 81 for the
prettiest girls basket. We would advise
Henry's Odee girl to look carefully to her
interests. Rev. Jones and wife also took it
in, the reverend gentleman making talk on
missionary work. To make the scene more
realistic, toward the last the stove was kicked
over, but no fatalities occurred.
Karl Ellis is staying at Fowler while Geo.
wrestles with the measles.
Mrs. Cline went to Liberal Friday evening"
John Sims was in Dodge on business We'd
nesday and Thursday.
Joe Martin and his best girl attended
church Tuesday evening.
Revival meetings closed last week. The
probationers decided to wait until warm
weather to be baptized.
Skunks are scarce at present writing, hence
! the price has gone up. So has the perfume.
We have caught a whole breath of fresh air.
Since doggerel has become the fashion, we
will close with
ACCEPTANCE.
| When sister Ike, from old Mizzoo,
Just takes her pen to draw,
And bids us come to that ere Schcw''
We offer her our paw.
| OF course, dear girl, we are going to come,
But no guy" we're going to bring,
You be our ''guy', or we'll be yours,
| Now what say you, sweet thing?
If you eat like you write,
| We won't even get smell
OF cake, nor pie, nor oysters hot,
| GAS you read about in - well.
We must stop, old girl, say yes,
! And we'll come a streak Of tightening like,
And chew your ear, while you ''cut ioe'',
| Our dear, beloved Ike.
CRAcKERJAcK.