The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-05-22
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How Old John Devinney of Buttermilk Hollow Got
Little Sense Kicked Into Him-Essay on the Value
of Having Good Horse at Hand When You Are
About to Do Something Foolish.
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F EVERY man lucky old John Devinney
Of Buttermilk Hollow, near Duquesne Pa, in hav-
ing good intelligent horse to kick him when
he on the point of doing something foolish, it
would be worth much wealthy relative to him.
Devnney farmer and owned sorrel horse
named Old Bill that he had raised from colt and
to which he had taken sledstake during the
whole sixteen years of it's existence Old Bill knew
oats when he saw them and he knew Old John too,
and had fitted himself to his ways
By getting up at o'clock in the morning and
working until 10 at night Devinney managed to save
few thousand dollars and when the oil excitement
broke Duquesne short time ago he was sure
that there was oil under his ground. He spent every
cent he had saved and placed mortgage on the farm
but the we'll in dry.
ton staring him in the face, Devinney got stout
piece of cothesne and started for the stable AS the
old entered the barn Old Bill uttered friendly
neigh. Devinney stopped, placed his arm about the
animal neck and whispered to him few words of
loving farewell. Then he went to the rear Of the
stall and started to commit suicide.
Old Bill had been taking only mild interest in
the proceedings. But when he saw rope around his
masters neck and the other end around rafter it
reach Out shot his right hind hoof and it landed
squarely the seat Of Devinney's trousers. The
force of the blow was so great that Devinney was
knocked clear thru the of the stable
and into the lane outside His of pain reached
the household. The old carried in and
doctor summoned.
to die. He recognizes that it only horse sense
that saved his life He says he is going to make
It is pity some of the rest of us cannot get
little kicked into The story may well tempt
many to go out and stand the north end of
good business horse.
Charlie in at 1880 today, just the pretty
stenographer hurrying to get off bunch Of letters
SO that she could get away at sharp He sat
down on one end of the desk
''Say, Peach, did you hear about Harry and Name
yesterday"
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"Wel it's good ones
The pretty stenographer reached up to the one day
calendar where % in large type exhibited and
Topped it day.
Charlie went
=: Nice rain we're having, isn't it,
A gentleman who lives on the Lake Harriet car
Zine deliberately said yesterday, 'Nice weather for
ducks"
The Japanese not having succeeded in killing Gen.
era Stoessel the Russians propose to do it, The
.pomp and circumstance of glorious hardly
appeal very much to the general
~
Charles B. Loomis in a recent interview, said that
the humorist must be born, not made.
edo you believe,' said the interviewer turning to
Jerome K. Jerome, that deliberately in cold
blood resolve to be humorists9'
tOh, yes,' he replied promptly, f'they frequently
do-and the results terribe.'' ~
J It is quite easy to tell the real humorist It is
simple business with him. He writes it off with
gloomy brew. He never inficts it his friends
When you find nfictng it on his friends, he is
an impOster. "A, J. r.