The daily silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1903-1907, 1904-02-04
JUST A LlTflt SUNSHINE
these are Not Original, But
they're All Good

lad
How much do you really care
For the honored place that is worth
the race,
AS those that have won declare?
For the gold of life in the wales of
strife,
For hills of the larger view.
Do you care enough hat the smooth
or rough
Hold ever their charms for you?
How much do you care, my boy
enough
To master the little fears?
DC you dare cry halt to the needless
fault
That seeks to despoil the years?
Then you'n lay aside, with a soldiers
pride,
The lure of the laggard's d cam;
For, 10th east and west. it is toll that's
best,
As hard as the way may seem.
- dilh NdleOll NUT III tHc iNdih
Horn.
Miss Howjames cat the opera)-Has
she not a marvellous technique?
Mr.. Cahokia-Yes, but she doesn't
-er- seem to know how to manage it
gracefully. She gives it a sort of kick
when she turns around.-Chicago Tri-
bune.
.Johnny-Ma, what did they put the
Yhiskey on Willie's hand for?
Ma-To cure the sting of a bee.
Johnny-My, pa must nave swallow
I'd a whole hive of bees, and all stung
him.
What do you think of the new ia
panese ultimatum?" asked the young
man who was trying to make v
5ation.
VERY NICE answered Mrs. Cum
,rox, although to tell you the truth
1 like plain, old-fashioned fruits the
best."-Washington Star.
:.
MY angel" said the husband with
a merry twinkle in his eye, would
YOU like me to read you a lot of your
old letters to me?"
why, dovey, where on earth did you
find the foolish things?" asked the fond
wife, with an air of surprise,
"Oh, 1 ran across them at an old
books shop this afternoon"
"Impossible! 1 am sure they are all
III the attic"
That SOP" sarcastically asked the
brutal brute. Look herei"
And he held u a worn copy OF
"Everybody's Ready Letter Writer and
Guide to Polite Correspondence. with
Epistolary Forms"
Next day ne doubled his order for
hair tonic.-Judge.
!.
Bishop Potter's latest story has a
western setting. At the end of a days
journey a traveller stopped for the
night at a small rancher's shack in
Montana. AS he sat on the doorstep
with his host a troop of child en- be-
gan playing about them, and he ask
ed:
These all yours?"
Yep
"How many?"
Lets see," and the rancher hesitat-
! ingly began counting them up on his
fingers.
Pretty soon a drove of hogs came in
to view.
"Yours?" asked the traveller.
yep"
How many?"
Jest $50 to a pig" was the instant
/ response."-New York Times.
i.
"Old Adam Forepaugh," said a friend
of the veteran Snowman, 'once had a
big white parrot that had learned to
say:
lone at a time, gentlemen-one at
a time-don't crush
1.-The bird had, of course, acquired
this sentence from the ticket taker OF
the show. Well, one day the parrot
got lost in the country. and Mr.. Fore
paugh leaped into his buggy and start
eu out postlidSlS " NUM- loi ~"
People here and there who had seen
the parrot dirtcted him on his quest,
ard finally, as he was driving by a
cornfeld, he was overjoyed to hear a
familiar voice.
He got out and entered the field,
and found the parrot in the middle of a
flock of crows that had pecked hin till
he was almost featherless. AS the
crows hit and nipped away the parrot,
lying on his side, repeated over and
over:
lone at a time gentlemen-one at
a time-don't crush.'"