The Yale expositor., 1907-09-06
Brockway.

Ewart McKenna has severed his con
nection with the Brockway House and
is now working for Edward Neaton.
Miss Nellie MagnCr who has been
employed during the summer in a Port
Huron drug store spent the week with
her parents i'm this village. Her school
opens sept l6.
If weeds could only be manufactured
into binder twine or cOrdage, what a
fortune the Brockway school board
would have on hand They have a
magnificent crop around the building.
Mrs Elcary Her ,mm who has been
visiting her parents Mr.. and Mrs. Nj.
MaCner he past n'dth joined her hus
band i'm Detroit sunday. Her sister
Miss Nellie Magner accompanied her
and will spend the week in the city OF
the straits.
The accident that happened to Ed
ward Magnpr in Chicago a short time
ago elected much sorrow and sympa-
thy in this his native home. The yolng
man has been hustler since his early
boyhood and gradually mounted the
ladder i'm our merchant marine service
until now i'm his tWenty-SiXth year he
holds pilots papers and il was his hope
this winter 10 take the final eXamina-
ton for captains papers. 1t is hoped
that the loss of the foot will not incon-
venience him i'm his work, aside from
the loss of time. He is i'm st. Luke s
Hospital. Chicago, and from letters
written to his mother Mrs. Nj. Magner
he is getting along rs well as can he
expected.
A few days ago we overheard our
friends Tom Ross and Fred talking the
PIC affair over. Both seemingly have
grievance, the former at the reference
to "old maids" in the item, and the tall
er in regard to the size of the hog
which he claims was 30 feet long and
he SAYS he gave the exact measure
ments. Now in both cases we humbly
beg pardon for the Inaccuracies. After
settling their differences they squared
themselves for another exchange OF
current topics; but we want TO say
right here without any reflections on
the worthy Thomas, that he may be
all right on the old maid question but
when il comes to such as tive-legged
lamb stories Fred has him beat mile
OF course we are all Irish down here
and a look at the present condition OF
the Fatherand demon drew heavy
sigh from Fred and the reminiScence:
"Gol. Tom. | only wish we had dem
gud oil times back, such as dey was just
after de War We den had friend, an
Irishman, lvin mex door To us. In dat
summer he had an ordinary lOOkin crop
of potatoes CROWN right along de line
fence. Dat fence bein down one day
went out to set a new post and in de
course of my diggin | struck somethin
dat at first | cOuldn't name but on
sinkin my spade in il found il was de
end of potato. knOckin off a chunk
big nuif for tree meals | carefully GOV
cred ND de hole and den whenebber we
wanted potatoes | just went out al
| broke off chunk, dOin dis for tree
months or until de potatoes were ready
| to dig an den | wasn't near de fence
yet. When my neighbOr had dug his
potatoes, de last ting he come to was
| dis one, and what was left of it in his
patch measured ID feet long and was
pretty nigh II feet tru. | asked my
! neighbor be gol for few eyes of dt
pig fellar when he tOl me dat some son
! Of-a-gun had dug away de end NIT al
de eyes, an dat he could get no more OF
de seed and dat be gol der was nebel
! known to be such potato grown be
fore. So you see be gOl by takin de nd
der end | cut off my nose to spite my
face" Tom lamented the loss to the
world of such breed of potatoes anC
was Just squaring himself for another
onslaught when the voice of his End il
command yelled liar. liar. sound tax
ell up by the breeze and re-echoeC
throughout the length and breadth OF
Emmett.