The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1903-03-24
1T am Sir Oracle.
And when 1 ope my lips let no dog
bark"

1T am Sir Oracle.
And when l ope my lips let no sbg
bark"
With the advent of the prognosti-
Gator who describes an early spring
coming up the road to meet us, our
thoughts turn, not to love, but to the
president of the village strategy
board who, throughout long and
tedious winter, has guided the des-
TIMES of the town village from his
soap box throne back of the stove in
the local grocery store. Night after
night has he held a continuous en-
gagement within the radlating COM
fort of the chunk heater His reign
has been supreme and his doctrines
uninterrupted save when the grocer
drew jug Of sorghum hard by the
stove, or a voluable drummer locked
horns with his argument.
All this with the coming OF The
good old summer time" will be
changed. The artisans who all win
ter long have been waiting for spring
work to begin, will return to their
labors, the budr will bust into
bloom, the spring iaking will be done
and the audience of the town oracle
destroyed until the sultry days OF
August when he will ono, again hold
forth, this time in the borough park,
where the old inhabitants will listen
with quasi-indulgence to his oracular
wisdom.
Often the president OF the strategy
board is a character, a being worthy
Of study. Every village possesses
one Of his kind, yet each is different
from the other. Long live the presi-
dent! without him who would
save the country? Without him who
would settle the momentous ques.
tons that every day arise for solu.
ton In the country town? Without
him who would run this government
| and keep us In the answering path
| Of progress? He is no ignoramus,
this local advisor. He Is a man who
reads and argues, talks and counter
talks. Without him life in the vii.
lage would be one long uninterrupted
siege Of ennui. Hail to the president
Of the local strategy board! He Is q
man Of whom Emerson says:
There is no true orator who is not q
hero!"
a necessary adjunct to the pastoral
life of this great abstract common
wealth!
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Woman, lovely woman! has once
more demonstrated her inseparable
and Unreasonable utility to man!
age cannot wither her, nor custom
| stale
Her Infinite variety''
In one of our American cities q
party of commuters were being hur-
ried homeward over the electric rail.
1t was late, dark and in the suburbs
where the wind means like q
boy full Of green apples, and where
there is naught to warm or cheer q
man along the way. The commuters
were hungry and ugly, anxious to get
to their own firesides to listen to the
family troubles of the day!
In the tenseness of hurry, the-no.
the cable didn't break--the fuse
burned out! The passengers NUT
tered and the motorman swore softly
| dCcOTulHH W tlC iuiCb VI thC Coh-
pany. A moment later, when he dis
covered he was out of fuses, out on
the prairie and out of temper, he
threw the restrictions of the pious
general manager to the suburban
Boreas and was blasphemous. The
passengers were not Mortified at the
man-they were thinking of long
and chilling walk in a blizzardy
night
At this luncture the motorman ask
ed the women for hairpins. They
were given gladly and while their
golden hair hung down their backs,
the street car men made fuses of the
metal pins.
And all rode gaily home In safety !!
Thus again is proven the old, old
story, that It is not good for man to
be alone! Bachelor club papers,
please copy.
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A Missouri man ,ttba hoe hAan