The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1907-05-31
CHIPS FROM THE REPORTERS
WORK BENCH.
BY PENCIL POINT.

Joseph p Hunter has just finished painting his
dwelling with a cream background with
butter-coor trimmings.
duck belonging to John Keen gave birth to a
youngster with feet, all of which were put to
good use until its demise.
Miss Anna Mary, daughter of James M. Tosh
received bad fall from fitting chair. Her head
received an ugly laceration from the corner OF an
iron zinc and one of her limbs was so badly
swollen from its greeting with the floor that she
has been compelled to hobble around for several
days. Miss Tosh will shortly return to Baltimore
for additional treatment for her throat, as she
has not regained her speech as rapidly as was
expected.
Several earthly angels were recent visitors to
this town and before their return to Flintville,
Hartford county, they shed some OF their pin
feathers which fell into the possession OF three OF
our young swain who had set their caps for them.
But there not being sufficient quantity OF the
dawn to feather their nests. they hired one OF
Cummings chariots and on last Sunday did soar
away for Flintville. We have nothing to COM
plain of as to their skylarking, but they should
patronize home industry as we have lots an lots
of kissable girls around Rising Sun who are in
love to their shoe tops.
We noticed in the early A. NJ. our blacksmith
"Ad" strutting around town, which accounts for
the Keen weather we have had these recent
mornings.
On Greenland's icy mountain,
On midas coral strand;
On fields of Western grain.
On Johnny Hunters dam,
The moon becomes full and tight,
His last quarter ere he spends;
He stays out all hours of the night,
He tear neer gets on the mend.
Ward Brown OF Port has a $4,000 job near
Washington in the building OF a drive way and
Harry Smith, being DESTROYS of Mr.. Brown pulling
ont without being stuck, has gone down to help
him out.
We enjoy the rides on the Merry-go-round,
The animals travel so fast;
But are sorry indeed, it will not grind,
With the music that has passed.
How hast the mighty fallen. In life we are in
the midst of degration even if some do pose as
lilly of the valley. Marion Jones, self styled poet
author and divine, who has been at the head of
Mt. Hope church (colored) has been pushed down
the Conference gang plank for four years for his
carelessly handling churchlinances and behavior
unbecoming gentleman. Such bell sheep have
a tendency to do more harm by their actions than
good can ever be accomplished, irrespective of
race
Little jennie Sterrett won vase
The prettiest ever seen;
Twill make nice receptacle
In which to keep the vase line.
The good people of our vicinity who removed in
the Spring have had less trouble with
cats. Many were too superstitious to take them
a'ong with them, thinking it bad luck and if they
did the cats usually returned to the former place
of abode. Those who moved in where there were
cats did not take kindly to the telines and the
omen was still on them. To ill-treat cat is con
sidered the worst kind of luck, though we knew of
man who would do everything to a cat from
drowning her kittens in the churn to tying two
tails together and swinging the night providers
across clothes line, and yet everything that man
touched turned to gold while he had more money
than you could shake stick at In certain sec.
tons cat hides are becoming to be in demand
especially in the "black" set. Business in that
respect is opening into new avenues which may
prove to be money makers to those who go out in
the highways and hedges and induce folks to play
the part of a cat executioner To the hide col
lsctor-We have "feline for you"
Resting within the Shade mot PENN of West
Nottingham Presbyterian church is one who while
dying asked, if one, who was then sleeping in
Brookview "was happy in their new home"
Home the place where we are treated best and
grumble the most. The embodiment of all there
is in the world.
card was received recently in a home in this
vicinity from an absent daughter containing just
these words-"I would just love to be home to
night"
How dear to my heart is the hut of my childhood,