The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-16
THE .NONPA AR Ell MAN

back and his hat batted down over his
left eye in q very cocky manner. T. T.
had just been over to call on the boys,
and these various features doubtless lin
gered in his memory We have had a
suspicion all along that we were much
better looking than that cut called for.
DR.. A. G. Cotton Of Chicago says that
love is a disease and has its microbe, only
we haven't found 1t yet. DR.. Cotton adds:
man who haggles over difference Of IS
cents In buying shoes for his daughter, and then
suddenly Is seized with mania for buying SILK
dresses for his typewriter-what is 1t? dis
ease. s.
The cure would seem to be simple in this
case. Let somebody inform the gentle
mans wife and she will tenderly care for
him until convalescense sets in.
| But this love microbe! The good doctor
adds:
II this love microbe could be found and de-
stroyed, and marriage placed on a sensible scien-
tine basis. there would then be hops of bring
Ing upon our earth magnificent race Of human
lbcings-strong, vigorous healthy and beautiful
Doesn't that give you a. hurt somewhere,
to think Of placing love and marriage on a
scientific basis? To have some doctor
examine your teeth, take your temperature
and tap your chest when your idea is to
hold somebody's hand in the cleaning
and sit up in the parlor with the Queen
/ H..
Any scientific gent who comes around
with a microbometer when these little af-
fairs are on the boards, is bound to get
himself disliked by the populace. We are
all built the other way.
Editor Deacon of the ST. Vincent New
| Era, who has been vigorously opposing the
| extension Of J. J. Hills railroad to China,
/ has been standing guard on the Mime
l sofa side Of the river to detect North Da-
kota pot hunters who would just as soon
eat Minnesota chicken as any other. Mr..
| Deacon says:
! 1--WE invite them over, as usual as their
habit has been In past years, and, as usual,
as in past years, the poachers when re-
I turning with well-flled game bags at set
Of sun, will find us, watching and waiting
at the ferry landing on the Minnesota side
Ilevying blackmail on the Pembina law
breakers. which was always promptly paid
in plump. young chickens. Instead of
writing for deputy game wardens to scare
/ Dakota chicken hunters away, we would
sooner hire a crowd to chase them over
here
North Dakota pot hunters in the pres
ence of Editor Deacon would do well to
duck.
| Alvin Hildreth, one Of the poets Of the
Writer'S League who lives at Candor
township Otter Tail county, and whose
poetic genius finds vent in the columns OF
/ Progress, has a grievance. Mr.. Hildreth
writes to this column complaining OF
''the wretch who took a snap shot at me
} with shotgun thru my doorway an in
cident which he says created in my mind
an emotion that may serve to offset the
emotion. caused by the Nonpareil Man
reading my poems in the Progress"
This matter Of being a poet has it's outs
but we trust that one who is honored by
being made use Of by the divine affatus
will not mind a, little thing like being shot
at. =
A poet is ever without honor in his owr
township, as Alfred Austin would tell you
altho Mr.. Austin has not yet achieved the
high honor Of being shot at.
A poet with the laurel and the bay upor
his brow can afford to take some chance!
and should not be warped from his higl
mission by the rattle Of small shot free
by an indignant but thoughtless genera
ton wrapped up in those things tina
} perish in the using.
5 Let Mr.. Hildreth continue to bat hi
8 Tyre, relying upon his own sense of recti
y tude and, the sheriff OF. Otter Tail county
s "A. J. r. s