Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-07-19
Skeet Wool Retired,
BY GEORGE BINGHAM.

BY GEORGE BINGHAM.
Copyright, 1906 by Daily Story Pub. Coz
The freight train ratified and
swayed as it ripped along at it's best
speed down the steel rails stretching
out through the lowlands and the
knobs.
A wandering printer lay stretched
out on some old newspapers spread
over the floor Of box car, and he
had just awakened from the sound
sleep of man who had nothing on
earth to bother him.
Seeing the bright flashes Of sun
through the cracks around the side
door Skeet arose, stretched himself
window to the top of the car. s,z
A brakeman with a broad, red, Irish
face came slowly down the traiA.
"Well, general he spoke above the
rattle and clang as he approached the
tramp, how'd you rest last night?
Any bugs in that coach?"
"No, I never heard any stirring
around through the night. I've seen
em turn around and go back, when
they saw me. Why, have you had any
complaints from other passengers?''
"Yes," the brakey replied, Shorty
you know old red Shorty, with the
crooked eye-yes he rolled out Of
there the other night and trotted back
and said if didn't give Inn another
place he'd get off, and make me give
him his two bits back: He'd adone it
tool" s
"What'd you do with him?'
ooh, moved him over into a mule
car, and never heard any more of
him" >....
Say, brakeman, where are we any.
how?'
"That last whistle back yonder was
Peachtree Switch"
''In Kentucky, hey?"
Eyes, hit Kentuck back yonder be,
fore daylight
Where's the next water tank?'
RED Oak Ridge"
"I'll blow off there. Red said there
was a print shop there, and I'll drop
off and clean up"
u When the train Stacked up for Red
Oak Skeet Wood dropped off and found
himself standing in the villages only
street.
The municipality of Red Oak Ridge
consisted of few, rambling, unpaint.
ed houses squatted about among the
growth Of scrubby red oak trees and
bushes.
A boy came along the road driving
a COW.
"say, amt your name Charlie?"5
Skeet Wood asked.
.'Naw sir. My name amt Charlie.
It's Grover, that's what it is"
well, that's what I thought. You
even look like your name was Grover.
Say, Grover, where's the printing Of.
flee? The place where they print the
weekly newspapers" s
& Amt any"
'eWhy %
& Cause they moved 1t off. That's
Why. ].
Moved the whole print Shop away?"
Eyes, sir. That wasn't such a big
job s;=ss
.'Well, Grover, where did they move
the Office TOP
Where did they move tito? They
moved it to Pursley. :
/ .sWhere is Pursley, Grover
"Haw, don'tsyo know where Purs-
ley is? Pursley is IA miles from here:
That way
Where is the courthouse that. was
here once upon time!
cts moved to Pursley, too.
Has it? How long ago?"
..W'y. 1t moved to Pursley the next
day after the newspaper moved to
Pursley.
..How long has that been?"
Whit p
IS, 1ow many years has 1t BEEN"
.Oh. it has been about II years ago.
II was moved three years after ! was
born"
rs that 50, Grover?' 81 II
. eyes, sir" IS
SAY. Grover. is there post once
here?'
eyes, Sir, there Is q post ONCE here.
why didn't they move It 70 Purs-
ley too?'
because they already had one there
and they didn't want two there. "
.sHow about the blacksmith shop
here? Have you got z pretty good
onei'
Nav. sir. We did have one, but
they moved Il e Pursley. !"
They did q
Eyes. bir. Z,