The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-10-15

4 Ine names around MIN rOared,
While he their progress sought to cRecll&
With water from gourd.
In vain the people or. the deck
Impiored him to skidoo.
But he. as firm as any rock,
Proposed to see It through.
Such scenes as this" he smiling cried,
Are merely made to test US
My clothes are All asbestos
Jacksonville Times-Union.
He Was After Souvenirs.
I had met Jones before. In fact,
meeting him had become a sort of
habit. The first time I saw him he
was hanging by his feet, an apoplectic.
squirming mass, on the facade of
Barney Castle, kissing the stone of
eioquence. My camera caught him in
the act. "Gad!" he sputtered, when I
told him that his feat was immoral
lied. rs my face in it? Send me
one, will you? That'll prove to the
folks back in GAINESVILLE that did it,
had run across him again in Lon
don, where all ways meet. I was
sauntering around the Whitechapel
ghetto, and through the window of an
aliey tavern 1 noticed two men drink
ing stout One was bobby in uni-
form. His eyes were bleared, and his
face purgte. The profile of the other
looked familiar. 1 walked in, and be-
heN-Jones. The policeman, startled
by my intrusion, brought himself to-
gether and wabbIed out. Jones turned
to me with a look OF vast reproach.
Glad to see you again, old man..
but-why in the devil couldn't you
stay away little longer? I'd have
had it in an hour more"
Had what?'
why, his club. Lord, what
that would have mader'
Our ways parted again for a while.
[ was riding a wheel over the crest OF
the Black Forest, near Titisee,s pump
ing slowly to the top of the long,
white road. A pine cone struck my
handlebar. Another knocked my hat
off, and I looked up. An aerial voice
emitted a Tyrolean halloo with much
lnction, and / saw swaying speck
silhouetted against a cloud. My in
stinct told me it was Jones.
Hey, old mani" he yelled, trumpet
ng through his hand, take my pic
ure-quick-you're just in time
can't hold on much longer-camera's
1T foot of the tree-lost it half way
1p!"
His camera was smashed, so I used
ny own. Were you expecting me?"
asked. when he Skinned down, with
parked hands and frayed trousers.
NO, not exactly. Look here-big-
rest pine cone in Germany, from the
aiest tree on top of the highest hill
n the Schwarzwald There's some
hing worth whilel''
I admitted it, and We stood survey |
ng the panorama of mounded hills, |
md deep-cut gorges full of the sound |
II falling water.
"Lovely!' I murmured.
What?-Oh, yes, I s'pose it is. But |
ay-I wonder if couldD't find big
,er cone somewhere in these parts. |
let's move onSi'-From Clones, the |
traveller by Wilfred H. Auburn, in |
he Outing Magazine.
Country Politics.
In the October American Magazine |
he author of Adventures in Content |
lent" makes the following comparison
city and country politics:
1--WE needed an addition to our school
ouse. A committee reported that the /
mount required would be $500. We
alked it over. The Scotch preacher
as there with a plan which, he tackled
on the ta 6,ae X, and explained to
Jason and the carpenter, he told us
hat the seats would cost, and the
DOR knobs and the hooks in the closet.
7e are careful people; we want to
now where every penny goesl
!" IF we put it all in the budget this
ear what will that make the rate?
lquires a voice from the end of the
,om.
1--WE don't look around: we know the
oice. And when the secretary has
ou can almost hear the buzz of multi
locations and additions which is going
4 in every mans head as he calculates
lactly how much the addition will
can to him in taxes on his farm, his
aughter's piano, his wife's top buggy.
And many a man is saying to HIM
If: IF we build this addition to the
hool house 1 shall have to give up
lie new overcoat 1 have counted upon,
Amanda won't be able to get the
wv cooking range
That's real politics: the voluntary
rrender of some private good for the
,building of some community good. 1t
in such exercises that the fiber of |
mocracy grows sound and strong.
here is. after ALL in this world no real
'od for which we do not have to sur
nder something. In the city the av-
age voter is never conscious of any {
rrender. He never realizes that he Is
wing anything himself for good school
good streets. Under such conditions
w can you expect selfgovernment?
} service, no reward
The Excuse.
Manager Hanlon of the Cincinnati /
lb, said the other day to a reporter: q
"It is a beautiful thing, the devotion T
some people to baseball. A business
an told me last night how he had oc- e
sion recently to say to his Office boy: /
.. Look here, Harold, you have been t
ray three times this summer on ac-
unit of the death of your grand
other. Now you ask to get off a. p
lrth ii - on the same excuse. What b
you mean by it?
1.-THE boy answered respectfully: t
'' I am Sorry to have to tell you, sir. b
at grandfather was bigamist.' ;"
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