The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-10-21

Two men at Sylvia raised 100 acres
of melons this year and shipped them
east by She carload.
A farmer down near Ottawa killed
an armadil1o last week. 1t is supposed
the critter had escaped from some
circus.
A northern Kansas paper says a
man there recently sold a mule for
$3.50 and adds: HE was a visitor at
the Democ rat Office" Now was it the
| man or the mule?
Cur toters will fare hard in Salina
hereafter. The police judge has just
fined one toter $50 and sent him to
Jail besides as a warning to other
members OF the Toter family.
The driver of the Standard Oil
wagon at Atchison. who has been
working for the company 10 years,
expects to get a donation from John
d. for new Christian church in
Atchison.
Harry Robinovitz's 5000 Great Dane
was killed by some miscreant in Leav-
enworth recently and the Post says it
was murdered" Evidently the Post
has been reading Mr.. Shakespeares
piece about Hamlet in which an
other great Dane was murdered.
A business man at Halstead pub
fishes this little card" in the local
paper: "The Skunks are not all dead
IN Halstead, yet, as one of them has
written to the Richards Candy Co. at
Hutchinson that I had gone out Of
business. and another that I could not
be found. OBTAINING my credit. That
is one thing no one can say, that do
not pay what I owe. If I find out
who has been so kind to me I will fix
fect1y willing to keep his nose out of
other peoples business"
A Coffeyville man who chews 90
cents worth of tobacco a week. ac-
corGing to the Oswego Independent.
concluded 10 try a tobacco cure. In
cure, and for the next two weeks he
used cents worth Of gum, cents
worth of candy. cents worth of pea
n.isS and cents worth of cough drops
per day. During the two weeks he
also consumed two large rubber
erasers, ate the rubber tips from four
teen lead pencils, chewed up a dozen
penholders. and browsed off his must
ache as high as he could reach. He is
now chewing tobacco in the interest
CT economy.
Ode to the hired man by Walt Ma
son: When the frost is on the pump
kin and the folders in the shock,
then the hired man quits his downy
couch at ha1f-past three o'clock; and
he shivers in the darkness as he hunts
his shirt and shoes, and he Swears in
gentle accents as he lights his tallow
fuse. Sadly then he dons his raiment.
hooking it with nails and pins, and he
goes down to the kitchen, when he
barks his shrinking shins; there he
gets his trusty lantern, and he to the
barn repairs, where he curries forty
mules and puts the harness on the
and he carries to the kitchen, |
for the f1rewood, cords of logs; and |
he packs a thousand bucketsful Of
hogwash to the hogs; then he feeds
the cows and milks them-and they |
number seven score-and he's round |
ing up the chickens as the clock is
four. Then a welcome sound |
comes to him: "Brea kfast!" cries the
farmers wife, and he hikes toward |
the kitchen as though running for his
life. And the way he heaves the vic
tuaIs to the chasm in his face, leads
thing touching a disgrace. When the |
banquet has been ended then the hir-
ed man takes his team and he shucks
the golden nubbins just as though ne
worked by steam; and he tolls until
the darkness covers everything out
doors, when he eats ten pounds OF
supper and does forty millions chores.
His reward arrives on Sunday, when i
he to the village goes. with shirt
hats fried in fashion, and his go-to-
meeting clothes; there he meets the
village fathers. patriarchs both sere
and gray, and he says: shucked
hundred bushels in a half a day. And
he grave and somber fathers gaze
mon him and admire, and remark:
you've broke the recorder you are
1 sounding lyre!