The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-12-20
The Nonpareil Man
Casually Observed. .

Fearing to be out of the swim, Chile has
Just tossed cabinet crisis into the pile.
South America ought to put up notice
reading, Nations intending to throw fits
must retire to the ante-room.'
Secretary and Mrs. Shaw have just cele-
brated their silver wedding. In 1896 this
would have been looked upon as an in
sidious attack on the gold standard.
One of Castro's cornpatriots declares he
is insane. It may be so, but it is difficult
in South America to distinguish between
insanity and patriotism.
Admiral Dewey has ordered his fleet to
scatter to several West Indian ports for
breakfast. ..,.
One way to make Castro shudder would
be for the powers to send him a few of
the Christmas necktfes so prominently
displayed In the store windows.
A committee Of the miners union has
been appointed to see that President
Baer does not give each miner a turkey
on Christmas Day.
The Atlanta Constitution says: ''Tom
Ochiltree. Tom Reed and Tom Mast
surely the grim reaper has had a sudden
and woeful grudse against our genial
conapatriots Of the Tom variety" True,
but the signs in the windows Of the local
refectories indicate that there are Toms
enough left to mingle with the ferries in
the coming Yuletide.
A great many people are interested in
"reminiscences. An article like the one
printed yesterday. in this column regard
ing sliding down hill'' In the days
when Pap Was a Little Boy Like Me-
Is sure to call out a few letters, telephone
calls or interviews regarding similar adj
ventures that the participants consider
SO good that they are anxious to share
them.
When Pap was a little boy the time
had not gone by when children were con
sidered limbs Of Satan" and were sup
posed Ito be seen and not heard" It
was not hundred years ago that Grand
ma used to sing in public worship the
cheerful old hymn beginning:
Conceived in sin, g wretched state,
Before we draw our breath
The first young pulse begins to beat
Iniquity and death.
IDEAS like this were not exactly con-
ducive to fun and good times In the
family circle and the boys had to flock of
| by themselves to "sin." But this is all
changed now and there Is about as much
| fun at home as anywhere.
| Pap used to tell about the wonderful
! in the cow pasture. There were too par
allel ridges running along together for
about a mile, the valley between them
sloping down to the river. Here the boys
| would start at the old stone fence at the
| head of the hills and shoot down one side
OF the vailey and up the other, then down
| again, 50 weaving their way back and
forth down the valley for a mile or more
and probably getting in two miles OF
| slide without A stop, This, of course, was
! when there was a crust and the snow
was ever all the fences.
| But the Mt. Curve-Lowry Hill slide ir
this city is pretty hard to beat. You
start in front Of Captain Snyder resid
/ ence. turn on Grovcland avenue and q,
| Mr.. Edgars residence you leave the
! street and drop over the crest Of Lowry
hill, where you fall off the edge Of the
j earth. and the next thing you know you
! are KNOCKING down trees on Kenwood
/ parkway.
Some &C 'he old fellows with the goui