The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-06-26
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sY PHIL H. ARMSTRONG.

II ~ N 1T " SOD BY PHIL H. ARMSTRONG;. As a monumental liar. Harry Orchard thirty cents in real money. '  If the penalties could only follow faster the indictments of these noted grafters, the people would breathe easier.
 It's slow day when San Francisco can't manage to occupy the spot light In some way.
 
 Abe HummeI and Abe Ruef have caused us to look upon the appellation Honest Abe" with suspicion these days.
 There is a movement on foot to spare no pains to stop the tramps from riding on railroad trains. Stop 1t by all means, if country editors can't ride, tramps shouldn't under any circum- stances be allowed to do so.
 On John Smith Day at the Jamestown Exposition that grand old family will rise and assert itself, but we hope all the Indian Intermezzos the country, has been flooded with for the last five years.
 ooNtn <AhiSrlCau ltepuDIcS are seek ing Visit from King Alfonso. Don't you know he's too busy cutting monkey shines with the kid to leave just now? The only oyster in season just now By your baby Bunting Your daddys gone hunting Up in the Maine Woods some Guides Is the only game that he'll fetch in.
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 Once upon a time a farmer passed Tn the street to count the stories ot a sky scraper when an auto suddenly Knocked his feet out from under him. But he was pessimistic and envious farmer and was cursing the man who owned the big building when he, had none. Moral Don't stand around en- wing other people. Belle-I met In the hall the only per- son last night could really love. Nell Yes; dear; I think those full length hall mirrors are lovely. MT. Fresh-Beg pardon, May I ask your street address?
 Miss D. Iscreet- Number twenty three Lemon street near Skidoo Ave- nue.
 So Jonah was cast overheard" began the Sunday School teacher, and was swallowed s by a whale; and he remained In his stomach for
 Mature Fakir" yelled the little Bos- ton Boy as he reached for his hat. Now Chicago has the swelled head because she has a woman up there who isn't afraid of rats. Oh. well, we'll admit there Is a freak born every now and then some where.
 The Washington Herald publishes a serious poem untitled, Steady Thou Me-" This is a frequent appeal on the streets of that ancient burg about two a. m. and it has been on occasion, ad- dressed to cold clamy lamp post. Memories. In an old spring house where the ivy
 ereeps OCT the old moss eaten I woui like to hie me back today
 and find The little barefoot playmate-she for
 whom my sad heart grieves--- The little playmate that l left be-
 hind.
 She used to fetch the milk down there
 to keep 1t nice and cool While l came OCT for pail of water
 cold, And if hadn't done what I did when
 we, bent down I'd a been Senfase fxe tofd. ofd old s"n00nne'-'ner' Oh, the old spring house Is standing
 yet; the waters still as cold I guess the ivy hides 1t though from
 view
 But If could wander back again, I'd
 give much precious gold Too once more do the things use to
 do.
 To once more stand together in that
 happy barefoot way With rosy checked and blue eyed
 little Nell. While the water gurgled happily to
 see us at our play While with boy bashfulness my love
 I'd tell.