Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-06-08

the face when he tried to make him spel
lS-i-k-t for kicked Skala is lying in tn,
city hospital in a considerably battered
up condition. His nose is broken. Iii.
eyes are closed temporarily. there is
long cut over his right temple. and dir
has been ground into his face until II
looks as il he had been shot by a SAINT
gun.
Skala is a hostler He has had tho
care of a horse of considerable intelli-
gence, which has been fought to spell
Inc animal would pick out Cat" and
HORSE" easily. ''C-l-e-v-e-l-a-n-d'
was its particular delight
He's pretty decent fellow" said
Skala to himself. There's lots of ordi
nary horses that can spell the old way
Wonder if he'd spell 'kikt'"
Spell 'kikt.' Ned" he said.
IL -ic-k-e-d." selected the horse from
the big alphabet.
No, no; like this" said SkaIa. patient
He held out the letters ''k-i-k-t"
Later, when Skala came to in the hos
pltal. the doctors told him that Ned had
planted his right hoof squarely in his
face and had left the barn on the run.
1t took the police two hours to find the
animal,
Because he did not agree with a deacon
IN his church, who opposed his views of
church missions and said he was DELHI
crate and unqualified falsifier. Rev Eli
Lane the other night suspended the OBJ
servance of Roberts Parliamentary
Practice in favor of Marquis of Queens
berry rules ct Carmi. ILL.,
Now the church is a desolate. ruined
waste; Rev. Mr.. Lane is in bed, several
visiting ministers are using arnica salve.
and Deacon Rufus Powell is heralded as
a pugllistlc light whose effulgence dims
even that of the revered James JeffrieS
Carmi's erstwhile popular idol.
The trouble started when Rev. Mr.
Lane, resenting Deacon Powelrs asser-
ton that he was Il plain. Unvarnished
liar, rushed from the pulpit with the
aVowed intention of putting the deacon
down for the count. The reverend gen
tlemGn secured a firm hold upon his re-
calcltrant deacOn'S collar, and before he
could let go gracefully he was huddled
III qulvering heap in the aisle of the
house of worship.
Several visiting ministers demonstrated
with Deacon Powell for his display OF
brute force and angered linn to such IN
extent that he fell upon them as did
Samson OF old upon the mighty phiis-
tines. Lacking the iaWbone of an ass
the resourceful deacon seized Il chaiI
from the r0strum. and when he had fin
lshed lmpressing upon his audience the
S0Gndness Of his views the visiting clergy
men reclined in all parts of the church
in various stages of ruin. The pulpit
was splintered to kindling wood. seats in
the front of the church were broken. the
carpet was reeking with gore. and the
air was rent with the shrieks and grOans
.of the wounded. but the deacon cared
not lie had vind;cated his honor.
Vincent c. Schreurs. } years old. did
not wait to summon aid when he dis
covered a fire in his fathers home in
Chicago, but put the blaze out himself.
To the child's quick work is given the
credit of saving the house, as nobody
else was on the premises.
The boy was with his parents, Mr.. and
Mrs. John \. Schreurs, in their photo
graph studio. 1887 West Ravenswood
park. AT noon lie was allowed to 60
home for lunch.
Entering the parlor he found the lace
curtains abaze. He jerked one down,
but two others quickly caught fire
Quickly he brought water in a dipper
from the kitchen. having to stand on
stair so he could reach the faucet over
the sink. Vincent padded back and
forth with his dipper until he had soaked
everything on one side of the parlor and
quenched the fire. Then he went for his
lnotueF. lie was AFRAID to tell her what
had happened bat insisted on her going
home. The floor, window frame and
piano was badly scorched.
why didn't YOU run and tell some
oney asked one of the neghbors of the
boy last night
Il ought 10 put it out, oughtn't II" he
replied. Fireman don't run, do they
why didn't you cry, them asked an
other
We'll. wouldn't it make you scared
too?' he answered.
"Firemen don't cry" said another OF
the group.
II don't want to be a fireman." re
marked Vincent
What do you want TO be?'
"A pitcher" replied Vincent, as he
tossed his ball up in the air.