Yerington times. [volume] (Yerington, Nev.) 1907-1932, 1909-06-26
a TRIP TO MINDS SPRINGS
BY VINO.

The Knockers9 We'll, / guess yes.
Didn't you see them? Two autos loaded
to the rails with smiling faces, behind
which was the joiiiest bunch of ladies
and gentlemen that it was ever our good
fortune to meet. The party was ar
ranged by the Knockers committee OH
entertainment, and they certainly did
themselves proud. The time arranged
to st,rt was 2 a. ne, s. inlay, June 20;
ten ladies all ready at aud started 6:57
m. Can You beat that or ever hear of
such thing befores Ask the pie man
. Arrived at othc springs at BIS and were
met BY that genial and whole souled fell
low, DIR. Seaton and wife, and Mrs. Clara
Ruyle Gone of the club) We were told
that the place was ours; went at once to
the cold sulphur spring and all had
free drink. Did i say all? mistake:
there was one party refused OH account
of resemblance to certain eggs. Re
turned to hotel and had game of mum
hearts; this was "a very trying game to
some OF the Knockers; one party in par
ticular didn't regain. speech for some
time. That wasn't Fred Littell,, either
Ask Iva Nc Donald.
In some. way. about this time, Mr.
Henderson found ont there was but
three bottles of beer to be had for love
or money. After drinking one bottle lie
invited rs all to take something. l took
a walk; found Mrs. Simpson suffering
with cramps in her toe; prescribed hot
toddy. And say, when it became gen
orally known what good antidote it
was, we found, to our sorrow. that Mrs.
Littteli, Mrs. Hironymous. Mrs. Powers.
Mrs. Leverich, and Mrs. Ambrose and
Mrs. Henderson even, had to have hers
brought to the automobile. Jess Vogler
said he just couldn't get out of Il auto;
the seat next to him was already taken
DIR. Ruyle found a horse with a bad
foot, too; don't know if the horse got
his or not. What is that, dinner al
readyl and chicken that everybody
seemed to get plenty of but Geo. Am
.brose; the cook finally told him that
there was another bunch waiting to eat
We heard him humble something about
being from Missouri. Dinner over, all
aboard for the Colony ranch. Here was
treat for sore eyes; as pretty garden
as one, eyer saw; but we didn't dare stop
for fear Mrs. Webster would want more
onions. Back again to the springs, and,
no, for those short skirts and the big
plunge. Mrs. Bartholomew was the
first in and the last out. Fat Simpson
was the last one there. They were CON-
planning about the pool not being deep
enough until he struck the water from
the spring board. If it hadn't been for
Mrs. Powers several would have been
drowned. She was voted leather
medal for her bravery. Taking one of
those baths seems to make you hungry
again. The pie man found dishpan
full of sandwiches left from the dance
i. party the night before. After disposing
of these found that the dining room
made an excellent dance hall; and, oh,
my, swing me around again. Willie.
Didn't do thing to that. did we Some
time we will try that again.
But home. sweet home, came all too
soon. But in one hour and Is minutes
we have made good on the last song,
and are still thinking of the glorious
tine we had and of Fat Simpsons toast,
part of which follows:
Beware Of platitudinous ponderosity,
and let your statements possess clari-
fed conciseness colicent consistency and
concentrated cogency; eschew all con-
giomeratjons of fatulent gorality and
eugene babblement in trying to impress
upon others the superiority Of any other
club over that Of the Knockers. and YOU