The Ketchikan miner., 1907-03-23
LOCALCURlOS

"A glare of ice" the maiden
 said.
 As she lost her balance and smote
 her head:
 "An icy glare WAS the old mans
 moan,
 As he stretched his length on the
 cement paving stone.
 -Today's future is tomorrow's present.
 To be laughed with is pleasure; to be laughed at isn't.
 Night caps are differently used; women wear them men drink them. Men are like trees: those of greatest girth are not always of most worth.
 Not every man in ketchikan who smells of gasolene is the owner of a launch; he may be only grocer $ clerk.
 About the lonesomest sound to q thirsty man is lone button and bunch of keys in an otherwise empty pocket.
 That fool and his money are soon parted isn't at all strange: how they ever got togther is the question that puzzles.
 When woman's right she's the rightest thing in creation; when she's wrong-well, the least said about it the letter
 Some mems antics refute the sug- gestion that all the worlds a stage by indicating that it's more on the order of menagerie.
 There is a man in this town who goes about complaining of the tooth ache, and yet to Cnrio's positive knowledge he hash | natural tooth in his head-and the dentist says the kind he furnishes can't ache.
 A month or two ago Knob hin man. whose better half who was form erly a school teacher, rushed into the house from an outdoor temperature verging close on the zero mark, his right hand toying with a partiall ' congealed ear. and as he hopped about, first on one foot and then on the other like another kind of a gander. re- marked in a tone altogether positive and emphatic, tits dam cold Jacob Peters ." exclaimed the good wife. I'm astonished.n Jacob was astonished himself: he hadn't in- tended to make use of q profane ad- jectiye, but it was a cold day for this climate and he was carried away by the thought of it. T didn't mean it." he began 10 apologize, but was cut short with "Of course you didn't: you meant to say that il was damned cold. instead of using the verb trans itive for the participial adjective, but in spite of all I can say, you will persist in outraging every principle of grammar and disgusting me with the most vulgar syntax.'
 Though not local, Curio cannot resist the telling. in is own way, of this story which comes from the wilds of the state of wooden nut meg, though it does reflect some what on the proverbial kindness of the heart of woman. According 10 the story it all grew out o1 religious controversy between man and thewife of his bosom. living in the little town of Old Lime. Conn. The woman was and is Baptist. and a constant church goer. Her husband is Pres byterian and is now a Baptist. and that is the st ory. There is. however. some question as 10 whether religion gotten as the husband got his new dose will take. Husband and wife had heated argument over the question of baptism. the wife con tending for total immersion. of course. The quarrel became bitter. and the man left his house in rage. She let him go, feeling sure that he would come back when he got hun- gry. He had been gone something like twenty-four hours. when the wife going to the barnto feed the stock. found her husband. He had taken refuge in the hay the night before and had rolled down between the hay now and the inside of the barn. and was almost dead from suffocation. She called to him. and he begged her to get him out. That was her chance Immersion or sprinkling:" sTe ask ed. He was stubborn. and insisted that sprinkling was right. She left him for half an hour. at the end of which time she returned. He was still stubborn. This was repeated three times. Then he yielded to her persuasive treatment. declaring that dipping was the only true baptism. and agreed to go to the Baptist church. He kept his word. and the next Sunday the congrega- tion of the Baptist church were sur prised to see the lifelong Presbyter- ian stride down the aisle of their church at the side of his wife She
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