The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1900-05-28
HOME-SPUN YARNS.

Ihere has been something wrong with
the town clock. For more than a week
past II persisted in Ginning the last
quarter of the hour first ana the first
quarter last, Every hour it repeated this
without shame and without variation
Ihere are families in this city who regu-
iate their daily lives by that clock up in
the tower of the "ioint" building. Ad-
mlrerS still call If "Baskin's Music Box. -
ana they would stay awake at night TO
Isteh 10 the chimes if the chimes would
only play all night
This Derverse clock came near break
ing up happy home las ek Smithers
mad agreed to meet his md the little
Smlthers on certain aF at a GER
tain time, and take them 10 the dog and
pony snow The good wife at home heard
the CLOCK strike what she supposed to be
the quarter after / and began hustliDg to
get ready; When the quarter TO struck
she bundled her three youngsters on the
car and hurried to the place of meeting
she arrived half an hour late No nus
Danc was there. and after waiting and
IuIIllng Tor an hour she bundled the
young Smifhers on the car and took them
DICK nor bawling in concert.
Smither- I'd been on the ground at the
proper time and after waiting until after
me snow had commenced he went Off
ABOUT ms business. He has been trying
TO explain ali this to his wife ever since
but he cannot shake the good woman s
confidence in the town clock.
The Salt Lake newsboys who day after
day, offer their papers for sale to Lewis
5 Hills, the sedate and dignifed presi-
QenJ OF the DeSeret National bank little
cream that he was at one time "A news
boy himself, and peddled his bundle Of
dallleS about under his arm lust as they
90 now But such IS the case. Over fifty
years ago Mr. Hills was a regular carrier
Tor the Springfield (Mass) Republican
ana takes great pleasure still in relating
MS experiences of those early days.
All through the years of the Mexican
war TINS hlgnly respected banker carried
the Republican up and down the streets
OF MS native city. It is not easy to
imagine him bare-footed Yankee boy
GIiIhlDlhS up ana down the rugged New
england hills that even invaded the cities
ana crying out the sensational news of
the day TO induce the people to buy If
those hills could talk, no doubt they would
repeat many cries used by the news
boys IN selling their papers. And as the
war IN AeXico progressed and the people
grew more hungry for the news. there
would be much IN the newsbOys' song
about PalO Alto. "ResaCa de Ia Palma. -
Vera Cruz, ''Old Rough and Ready.
the hero of the hour "Au about Santa
Ana losing his wooden leg" and the
ike No doubt Mr.. Hills at times made
a sensational cry about news that was
four or five weeks old.
The boys in those days had TO fold their
own papers, and in order 70 do this and
get started OF on their runs by .. it was
necessary to be at the office by in the
morning winter and summer. The Re
publican, Mr.. Hills says. had one of the
best presses In existence at that time but
or course il was a very slow and crude
affair compared with the perfecting
presses Of today. The Boys sold papers
as they went their rounds as well as car
rXlng to regular subscribers They got
nominal pay for carving the regulars
and We're given half tAeir receipts from
copies sold.
Mr. Hills has taken the Republican reg
ularly from that time 10 the present and
still considers il the best paper printed
IN the united States In its columns he
mas read the record of over fifty years of
the worlds greatest progress: il has come
TO him regularly week after week like a
letter from constant friend. and it is
little wonder that he feels a strono at
tachment still for the first love of his
bOyhOOd.
A bluff will work occasionally. even on
Salt Lake policeman Ware, the achi-
tect, started down town the other even
ing on his wheel and discovered before he
had gone far that there was no oil i'm his
lamp, After weighing the matter he con-
cluded 10 risk it in the dark. and on the
next block ran squarely into the arms Of
a miniOn of the law. The officer pounded
the pavement and made fuss enough to
rout an army-a Spanish army.
Where's Yer Hght?'' he demanded. 81
guess ! ii have to run We in.
Sir, said the architect In a voice he
had heard at the show when he was a
boy; Sir, DO you not know that / am a
member of the Sketch club: that | am a
shining light, in fact, and need no other
Illumination
The crestfallen cop dotted his cap and
got of the sidewalk while Ware pro-
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