The Brattleboro reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1907-1912, 1907-08-09
The MeddIer
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thinks il has a local application iot ~ ia
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MIR. Miggles was trying to eau w /"
friend who lived in a suburban Wv -
Mr. Miggles looked up the NUMBER ""'
then got central. a, . TIm.
"Ilellop' he said. "Glve INC IN"
dale two.ought.four-seven'' -, Ian,
"ElmdaleR III give you 'n' ''"s
distance, :" t,,r,o, "a ita,,
uEImdole two.ought four'seven.
"EimJ"le two.ought.fourseven'"
eyes" -,
ecWhat is your numberp .,
~ just told you Elmo"'' wv
ought" ,o,,so numbcr,,
"siyty.fye Blicken street. " a..
"Oh, that ism what ] mean. Your
telephone number" -, ..,od
tWhy didn't you say SOY askt .l
Mr. Mirgles. who is noted for ms
quick temper. .,,,
~ did. What is it2' :,
"Violet Park eightseven'seveh
osviolct Park eight double'seven'
III reckon So" 49,,
"And what number do you want
HElmdale two-ought.fo urseven'
"sWhat is your namel "
"Mv name is John Henry Miggies.
live at No. 65 Blicken street, Violet
Park; my house telephone is NioIe'
Park eight seven-seven, or ghtuou'
ble.seyen. as you choose; | am mar
ricd, have no children; we keep dog
and a eat, and a perpetual palm, ana Il
Boston fern, and"
/ GAN that is unnecessary. we mere
ly--"
nAnd last summer we didn t have a
/ bit of luck with our roses. l trled 10
have a little garden, too but the
neighbor's chickens got away with
that; the house is green, with red ga
bles; there is cement walk from the
street; am 40 years old; my wife IS
Younger. and looks it; we have a
piano: keep a cook and an upstairs
girl; had the front bedroom papered
/ last week and | want to"
"sDid you want Elmhurst wrought
four seven2"
".Yesl" gasped Mr., Miggles.
| "Well. the circuit is busy now
Please call again"
( But Mr.. Miggles wrote letter
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"Do people of Brattleboro realize, ~
said a summer visitor the other day
.'the important part good roads play
in giving the average tourist an i'm.
preston of a town2 If so" he contin'
ued, "why don't they compel their
( highway department to get onto its
lob and improve the condition and ap'
pearance of the streets about the vii
iage?" The Meddler puts these same
questions to Mr.. Eames. Main street
from the town hall to Wells fountain Is
full of miniature hills and valleys, and
other thoroughfares about town are in
fully as much need of attention. As
long as the road commissioner has re-
fused to take charge of the expcndi-
ture of the state money on Canal
street he ought to have ample time to
attend to these other matters.
The tales that are appearing in the
state papers about the multiplicity OF
deer and their apparent fondness for
associating with mankind reminds The
Meddlcr of true story that happened
in Vernon last fall during the open
deer season. A young man of that
town went out before daylight one
morning and planted himself behind a
stone wall to await the arrival of a
buck which he knew to be in the
neighborhood. Placing his gun against
a tree few feet away the hunter
crouched against the wall and was
soon overcome by sleep. How long he
dozed he does not know, but when he
awoke it was light enough for him to
see looking over the wall not two feet
away from him large animal with
spreading antIers and glowing eyes.
Without moving a muscle the aston
ished nimrod stared at the creature
and tried to determine what it was.
When he had collected his thoughts
sufficiently to be certain that the ami,
NAL was the identical deer for which
he had come in quest the hunter
reached for his gun and with trem-
bling hands tried to take aim. By that
time, however, the deer had vanished
in the adjoining forest, evidently sat,
isfed with the first glimpse of the
vision which had greeted it.
The Meddler.