The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-06-18

~NE Of those gardeners who dearly loves to see
somebody else sprain himself {, improving Nature
strenuously by letter to any advocacy Of what he
calls the unnatural habit Of arising at $40 to
chase weeds It must be confessed that there is too
sides to this question to SO many others, making
it difficult to strike that golden mean SO dearly
beloved by the who is afraid he may degenerate
into reformer something.
Even those who sometimes prevent the dawn = in
their haste to get out the land before breakfast
know by experience the pleasures Of sleeping in the
ing themselves before breakfast that draws them from
their reluctant couches Ss-
Sometimes the garden lure fails to work You
simply win sleep, matter If eight large pestferous
weeds are planting themselves in the flower bed and
going up the sweet pea trellis hand hand
Dousily you hear the clock strike five: Count EN-
one two three four, five. With sigh of infinite
tent you turn over bunch up the pillow curl up and
drift away In vain the song of eighteen large spla
birds who sit outside and hoer re IN vain the large
yellow pouring glorious streams Of light into the
room it is you for the sleeps and be burned to the
The clock goes and the distant streetcar slams by
with noise like grandpa's clock breaking something
and running down. You browse off again and, free
from all care, hear the city hall clock call of the half
past six, quarter of and sevenl t- I'll.
: Seven be bowed! You good for five minutes
more The breakfast bell explodes. Say, what's the
use. Well, here goes! off to sleep again!
Suddenly, quarter past! You leap fercely into
ns air 1 sp psnfsoons @ ana
together. Slap, slap! That's a hair comb. Bang:
Bang! That's going down stairs, "two to onct.'
Scrabble,
We contend that this is not the way to run a
garden It may its pleasures but George Bug and
Henry Worm eat up the rose bushes when you do it,
They talk about the competitive system! The ice
dealers of Cincinnati charging 40 cents hundred
for what costs them cents. The only competition
here is father competing with about IN the
world in order to get the 40 cents Some day father
will get together and the boys who work him will
have to 60 to work.
Boston, but this year it to be sticking thru in
Packingtown. How times have changed!
49,
Mr. Rockefeller went off to Europe but left Aldrch
congress getting pretty wild eyed If not in viola
ton of the city ordinances anywhere would like
to hear Mr. Morren pray for congress-
When eve kids' of the ages of 2, 4, and 8 were
forced to church in the early days of the republic
we looked quiet and respectable enough the out
side but nteriorly we were in state of active re.
bellion Forcing this of religious observance
on us seemed then like fathers star crime. Who
wanted to grow up respectable anyways
Two sounds in early church going seem to be
scared on the brain. hear them One of these
the old organ droning out the hymn-tune
"Dedham':
''Sweet was the time when first fet.''
I know every line of it, The second the ire
mendous trumpet blast when old Deacon Moses Lake
used his large red handkerchief The people were
seated, the organ had ceased, when the Deep de-
corous quiet came mighty, prolonged triumphant
like great spiritualized ocean steamship whistle.
It was the deacon using his handkerchief.
No seemed to pay any attention to the blast
for it a custom, might almost say religious
observance of the deacon s. -
AS I grew older to know that the deacon
YVES relic of the old Federalst days when snuff tax
ing was in vogue This social habit induced certain
strenuousity caring for the nasal air passages and
brought about conditions that resulted in those tr
umphant blasts.
We used to hear more less about Gabriel blowing
his horn and in some way connected this with Sun
day services and so, naturally, with Deacon Moses
. Lakeman. When used to hear read those passages
about "the trump shall sound and the dead shall
awake, - connected the event, without any thought
at all of the ridiculous the irreverent with Deacon
Iakeman the trumpeter.
For many, many years that kindly and courteous