Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1903-08-07
of Pasco packed in ice by the citizen
of that burg.

of that burg.
Bertha Snoet, of Seattle, paid $64.-
| 40 for a shirt-waist. Bertha was con-
! victed of stealing the waist from a
store in that city, arrested and fined
the above amount. The next time
Bertha should take an apron, have
some one tie her with the strings and
give her thrashing.
1t seems to us that the organized
unions OF Seattle who intend to build
a labor temple should all give week g
work to the object. This would swell
the fund financially and prove wheth-
er each member was sincere and earn
est in his opinion and desires to back
his views with work for the cause.
Instead of hanging convicted muir
derer in this State, the authorities can
save much expense to their counties
by having the convicted and sentenced
man walk along the track of the
Interurban railway. They do killing
of human beings most every day by
brilliant and most up-to-date methods.
A farmer told US the other day that
he had plowed up, last week, some
crinoids belonging to the paleozoic
or mesozoic age, as we'll as some
silurian tribolites and branchopods."
After hearing his story we asked him
if he would like to look over . paper
from his old home, and we handed him
a copy of the Boston Globe.
First Olympia Man" Had a nice
trip?"
Second Olympia Man - Yes,
rather"
First Olympia Man" Been doing
Seattle?"
Second Olympia Man" Well, yes
you put it that way; but when !
look at my expense account it rather
strikes me as If Seattle had been do.
ing me-"
A hermorphrodite horse is being dis
played under tent on Eighth street.
1t is one OF those freaks of nature that
puzzle scientists Washington
tan, July %.
1t would appear from the above
paragraph that local items must be
scarce in that town. Another thing,
this article is hardly to be expected TO
be seen in print in a newspaper that
has for its editor Dean.
The greatest curse in the United
States to-day is that of the boycott"
There is no language too severe in
which this poisonous product OF mod.
ern agitation can BIZ denounced. 1t
is Aagrantly wrong and is un-Ameri-
can in the extreme. The assumption
OF power by self.appointed dictators to
prevent the individual from exercising
his lawful and free choice of conduct
ing his own business to suit himself,
should be nipped in the bud. so to
speak, at once by" Uncle SAM"
Little Olympia Girl" Papa, do you
get salt out of Salt Lake?"
Olympia Papa" Yes, my dear,
large quantities"
Little Olympia Girl-"And ink out
OF the Black Sea?"
Olympia Papa mo; now keep
quiet"
Little Olympia Girl" All right
but are there any women on the Isle
OF Mani"
Then papa went down to the depot
to see the train come in.
Not half the fuss and excitement
WAS manifested at the Vatican upon
discovery that the celebrated Fisher
mans ring had been stolen from Pope
Leo shortly before his demise, than was
created, last week, by little one.
characterization imitation of news.
paper published in town so small
that the name of it on q sign-board
completely conceals the place from
view to an idle passer.by, over the dis
covery that some ono had purloined
the brand new fisherman's extension
gold.plated reel from disciple OF Isaac
Walton of the "not-on.the-map" burg
with water tank population.
There is . girl. in Oily mpia. who, be.
ing both bright and pretty, has o good
MANY admirers, but the most ardent
Of all happens to be q pudgy old grass
widower with a red nose. Naturally
she has to stand good deal OF guying
on his account, and skips him as
much as possible; so much in fact,
that the poor man had no chance TO
plead his cause in private and alone,
and he was at last driven to use pen
and paper. Here is his production.
1t is recommended TO all bashful
lovers for its brevity and beauty, as
we'll as business-like construction:
Nettie-I want to know my fate. You
know that l love you. Will you marry
mer Ii SO, speak to me about it. l
think the world of you. Give me a
chance, Nettie. BLANKETY DASH"
And would you believe it7 That
heartless maiden hasn't "spoken to
him about it" yet.
Il should accept this story of
yours" said the able editor as he
leaned back in bis diamond-studded
chair of plush and gold. and lit his
dollar cigar, "if it wasn't Tor one
paragraph, which must confess l
don't quite understand. You place
your heroine in the third story of a
burning building. with every avenue
of escape cut off. She goes to the
window. Then you say, lin the
street below stood her lover. Long