West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1901-08-22

the vigilance committee, and if he
keeps up the gait he had on him
when he left, his neck will be safe
for some time to come.
We don't want to discourage
ambitious young men from entering
politics, but we know that If 10 or
IS of them would band together as
trust to import cats from the
East to the Far West there will be
more money in it per capita than if
each one were elected governor. In
this town, which has population
of 200 souls, there is only one cat
and the mice have eaten her ears
and tail off. Give us liberty but
give us cats as well.
The only soft drink to be found
in this town on hot day is made of
nitric acid, lemons, sour milk and a
dash of red ink, and the only choice
left is between water and whiskey.
However, one can't always have
barroom of his own in this world.
AS mayor of the town we had to
veto the proceedings of the Com
mon council for last Friday night,
and as private citizen we had to
throw Alderman Raynor out of the
Kicker office when he called on
Tuesday and used language unbe-
coming gentleman. The report
that his leg was broken as he fell
among the old barrels is without
foundation.
There is not much to record in
social events this week. The only
event of importance was the high
tea given by Mrs. Col. D'Arens,
and owing to some mistake in the
highness of the tea many of the
guests did not get home till
afternoon next day.
Old Joe Wheeler, the bear hunter,
sends us word from his cave in the
mountains that he is coming down
some day next week TO shoot few
of the townspeople and have a jolly
good time for a couple of days.
Come on, Joseph. This town is
always ready for something new and
lively.
We understand that Major Gala
han, who used TO be a resident of
this Gulch, has come to his end at
Santa Fe. He ordered burned gin
at saloon over there, and the bar
tender burned too many holes in it,
and there was a row. Then he
burned hole through the Major.
In little dispute over at Wolf
Creek the other day between our
horse editor and the foreman of
XXX ranch, our horse editor got
the bullets into him and he is
obliged to take vacation for two
or three months. Any one who
wishes to fill the position Temporal
rily is assured of SO per week and
the loan of gun.
A florist from Chicago who was
here the other day says that the D.
600, 900 acres of desert land in Ar.
iona could be made TO grow
Sac, 900, 900 worth of roses every
year. Wed like to see the cactus.
the rattlesnake and the prairie dog
hitching along to make room for
roses.
The county clerk Of this county
was so drunk the other day when he
called on official business that he
couldn't tell the difference between
a mortgage on zoo acres Of land
and receipt for weeks board.
This is the third or fourth time we
found him in just such condition,
and our advice TO him is to either
sober up or move on.
Joe Baker, who lives over on
Panther creek, called upon US yes
terday 70 say that he had discovered
what appears to be a mine Of cor
densed milk and that he is now
looking around for a mine OF can
ned coffee to match IT, You can
find most anything you want in
this territory.
In trying TO shoot a cigar from
the mouth Of Denver drummer
The day old Jim Hawson shot
little Wild and tickled the drummer's
nose. It cost him SIS in cash to
settle the case, and We think he got
Out Of il cheap. The town feels
the disgrace keenly, and old Jim
has gone into hiding.