The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-05-05
'Mongst Pleasant Persons
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Table Talk for Bronsides Daring tn
 Three Meals.

Tabie Vsik Tor BrOmfdes During the
 Three Meals.
 Breakfast.--what do you think of it was going to rain. Well, 1t is; you just watch. Baxter and Perry certain ly lined 'enl out. We have got the team all right. Politics is warming up over. It is going to be the same cam paign all over again.
 Luncheon.-Its funny how Johnson got to be so prominent. It's nothing pretty smart fellow. Bryan Is smart too. l hope there will be harmony in the party. We haven't any chance. You don't know what will happen. I Gay Sat s Ss ad aM ter afraid to get on the home team today. I'm not; I'll bet on Montgomery every time.
 Dinner.--well, the tuberculosis bus mess Is over. hope we are going to have some permanent results. l won der if socialism is going to get foot hold here. always get them mixed You T are thinking about the red hands They say lots of people in Birmingha am come come down here. You Know nhey kill. ed that ass %Ssn little crSwn Prime open. I enjoy the ride if nothing else.
 Trfckem Church Destroyed.
 "The cyclone did one very interesting thing that has,not found its Way into the newspapers yet" said citizen of Lowndes County yesterday. That was the destruction of Trfckem Church, five miles east of Benton. The site called Jelks postoffiee. where there are a few houses and fewer stores.
 "The ch urch was built by the Bap- lists in 1s4s. one of the first in the fvz nA af known. For many years 1t was used as a union church. The storm com pletely demolished it. and with 1t was devastated the beautiful pine forest in trees trees that must have been centuries old Now in the midst of pile of twisted. leveled giants of the woods there lies just heap of timbers and for quality. That Is all there. is re- maining of church which. for two generations was the place of prayerful gathering for a goodly community. even "v with the church. In the midst of the wreck the little organ was found intact. In a closet were found half dozen glass lamps unhurt. save for paltry lo.cent chimney. o sot pie; we have lost one of our sacred landmarks."
 Possibilities 0f the OAAaes
 ''They would make rare sport if they son said regretfully, as a large rat shied across the pavement, and, reach ing the wall. ran closely along 1t un- ous land of lighter street into the se- cure darkness of the cellar. The Pred- atory Person and the Poetic Person were strolling along Dexter Avenue at midnight; justly to. them let IL be added fhaV R0fnR home.
 The Poetic Persons eye was in me frenzy rolling because he was trying to think up a rhyme to artincial, which he had unfortunately placed at composing as he walked. Lines: on Seeing Dexter Avenue at Midnight: |.
 The stars are dimmed with light m
 So he didn't take to. the idea of rat hunting, though he instinctively mur- mered, rat, bat. cat, drat, fat, gat - 7-.- until The Predatory Person thrust him 'naERefh Rhy msEe nsinsrp sport of a' the tImid ture's features?'' asked The Poetic Person petulantly. Don't you .remem. Der Shakespeare spoke so tenderly oi and Burns was moved to poesy when he turned one out of It's little nest with his plow?' reckon" replied The Predatory. Person scornfully. "One didn't know the diff ference between a rat and a deer, and the other might better have been a blunder-buss. You have no idea of the wild things on the. streets. The old rat you saw uses along that sidewalk every night. In the next block there are two I know where they all use putt. or whatever they call 'ern. so that i could have a fair fight with them. I know some wild cats-awa l an trying to joke-that would fight ike mad If they were cornered. Lots 'ol 'possums and coons are caught n town. Then there was a pole-cat n
 "Enough!" cried The Poetic Person sympa tn etically holding his nose.
 Those rats. though" The Predatory Person persisted. 'are an interesting study. i said. if they were ' just
 # wish I could think of rhyme to artihciaI,'' The Poetic Person unused
 Goodnight" The e rrsastGFTy sa;,s3Ty Psrss5 tsTSs5 away @ from his companion.
 Good night, bite, cite. dight, hght. and The Poetic Person trailed off in sort of audible haze of doggerei'
 The Smile of Sim of Selma.
 Of all the pleasant .persons-there were l39. not counting Henry Lardent who is said to have ridden with the engineer-who came from. from se1ma San rra[ .S
 
 be sure that there was not pleaSantei one than MT. Simeon Watts, who de- clared that he acted with admirable discretion. holding stakes on the one small wager he laid.
 MT Watts pleases with his person, ality and with a wit unexcelled. But he has also a smile that is regular disarmament treaty: when he smiles body lays down his gun and ask' what the joke is. Sim needed 1t yes terday afternoon. He was In the rrandstand and wanted Atlanta to Win @not for purely selfish reasons, ol course, but because he thought " money was needed at home. LadiI- behind him watched and listened wltE audible anger as Sim urged Atlanta. When it was all over, one or the wo men could stand 1t no longer; so sh' said very tauntinRly indeed:
 Now, holler! Why don't you nolle now?" The disarmament treaty smile wal presented: the fires of battle that nat 1 lighted the eyes so scornful out moment before were lessened to pleas
 "oR," was the apology, T though | you were against us.
 "A great many felt that way abou it." said MT. Watts and retired In goo' order.