Tonopah daily bonanza. [volume] (Tonopah, Nev.) 1906-1929, 1908-01-25
YOUNG and old
PELTED SNOWBALLS
EVERYBODY WAS OUT YESTER-
DAY HAVING LOTS OF
FUN.

1t showed pebbles and feathers
nearly all day yesterday. first pebbles
and then feathers. 1t was a real good
old snowstorm, and everybody was
out in it having lots of fun. All the
boys, big and little, were pelting
snowballs, and the big and little girls
were not at all behindhand in the
fun. 1t was just so fine to go along
slushing through the snow, and
breasting the storm, and then
Swish! and you got it, in the neck.
in the face, in the back, anywhere
it didn't make any difference to the
snowballers.
Up on the porch over Rounsevell's
there were a number of sportive
young Elks soaking everybody who
came that way. Puddy Grimes had
in front of him great big bundle
of snow the size of plum pudding,
and pushed it over the rail to see
what would happen to it. j. Wesley
Stewart, the great and only post
master, just stepped out of the post
Office and kerslosh, he was the snow
king, He got so hot in the collar
that the snow melted in minute.
There was gang of tongs and
highbinders at the Butler theater.
and they had fine field for their ex-
ploits. Ed. Walker came along and
tried to get into his barber shop,
but he didn't have on his snowshoes
and he had to go back. He behaved
just like little boy, for he gathered
up an armful of snow and welted and
pelted back at his prosecutors, until
they got too many for him, when he
gave leg bail and vamoosed the
ranch. 1t might be supposed that
little Captain Rogers, the leader of
the Salvation Army, would escape
the fusilade, but she didn't. And
maybe she can't throw a SNOWFALL,
too. She Just went back at those
youngsters, and showed so much grit
and such a perfect delivery of the
ball, that they let her alone.
Jack Mckenzie and the rest of the
fire department swung into Main
street from BOUCHER avenue, about
O'Clock in the afternoon.
Oh, what pipe
Jack and his valiant crew got t
| good and hard. They were out eX-
ercising and couldn't stop to retail
late, so they just smiled and wished
that they were down there for few
moments on an equal footing with
the boys.
There was another crowd of young
sters on top of the State Bank and
Trust building, throwing down snow
on pedestrians, and soaking snow
balls. Zeb Kendall passed that way
and got his, and the boys didn't have
to fire low, either. They only had to
shoot across the street. Jim Nc
Quillan and Tom Kendall were as
saulted by couple of messenger
boys as they turned up toward the
telegraph office, and they immediate
ly thought they were boys again, and
pelted back. Oh, such business.
In minute there were dozen
strong-armed youngsters around
them and then there was some great
old lodging, and in another moment
the old boys were beating hasty
retreat. The miners coming down
from the hill, off shift, were a great
target for the small boys and the
husky miners took the assaults with
the greatest of good nature.
There was only one case of bad
nature and that was near the post
Office, when some unknown man got
SNOWFALL kerchunk, and got so mad
about it that he rushed at one Of
the youngsters and swatted him.
That was his finish, for number of
men sicked the boys on, and the army
of boys swelled until there were a
legion, and they pelted and pelted
him, the men keeping behind the
boys, encouraging them and follow
ing the man until he broke and run
and was glad to get uncer cover.