Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1904-12-10
SALAD FOR SATURDAY.

The absence of wild ducks from
been explained. Your old friend Col
Chris Gaetjer is IN receipt o. letter
from Col. Drake Mallard. president of
the duck society. stating that his par
~ for the south this year avoided this
route on account of the smoke from
so many worlds fair trains. 1t is said
also that Bill Hare of hunting fame.
and some of his friends have been Of
fering special accommodations in pond
privileges in the vicinity of Boards
town which accounts for ducks not
stopping here. If ii develops that the
latter have cut the rates, serious trou-
BILE may be looked for Col. Gaet-
jer has assurances however that
large delegation of the Canvas Back
club will stop here on the way back
in the spring. and that there will be
lively times us result.
These cakes" said Grouchy to his
wife, ARE not fiji for a hog TO eat
Then don't you eat them wiley
said. And Grouchy withered in his
seat.
The increased attendance at Sunday
school grows apace. These reports
from almost every section of town.
Experienced teachers notice this ex-
traordinary fervor every year as the
yuletlde days approach. The little
seekers after bible history never miss
. Sunday and it is not until after the
Christmas tree season that Willie and
Mary show any signs of tagging in
their study After New Years passes,
however. hard application tells and
frequently fond parents are forced TO
have the young hopefuls desist or risk
injury to eyesight which has a tenden
cy to decrease attendance.
Visions of the old days that we
returning. A year or so ago a grand
clean up was made and for a long
time. the red hot" man and the night
cabby found poor picking on the night
side of Davenport. While there never
has been a minute when there wasn't
something doing in Bucktown, the
stunts were mostly of the soft shoe
variety and nothing happened out
loud. Now and then again the breezes
bring sound as of yore. Not long
since the chop suey joint over the
Cripple Creek" was on the police
records and soon we may once more
hear from the Fried Egg" the Dan
ger Signal and other popular resorts
where the goddess of pleasure sports
and frolcs to drive dull care away.
Now that the feast day season is
again upon us the turkey poet breaks
out once more. He is sample to the
refrain of Twenty Years Ago:
I've Numbered through TIL dinner. Tom.
from soup clean on [ nuts,
An ey'ry time tn turkey passed spear
I've bad second helpfn. Tom, of eV'ry-
But still can't eat like / could some
twenty years ago
beneath my vest
Two drumsticks an a wing an neck an
more'n half a breast;
y pile o trimmin's. pie an cake, on top
o that I'd stow
oh. what a stummick / had, Tom, back
twenty years ago!
II grieves me clean down in my boots t |
think th't / amt eat
Uz hearty like w once 1 could this |
Thanksgivin' treat.
An yet my Stummick'S sure feel at
least a week
Much like il used t feel next day,
some twenty years ago.
This is easy on the coal pile but a )
horde of little hearts are hungry for |
good heavy snow and a little ice /
upon which to try those new skates
even that thin kind of the hickory |
bender variety would do.
When you are invited out TO dinner,