Daily Arizona silver belt., 1910-05-03

 A. Now you've got me. It ain't my hus- band I know that.
 Q. Your husband lives here? A. Well, he does and he doesn't You sec Q. Excuse me, but is your husband living at all?
 A. He might be and then again he mightn t. Nine years ago come September he went ou through that very door and I ain't seen him since. Cloud laughter).
 Q. Er, who else lives here please! A. My daughter Annie. See that sofa pill low? She embroidered that. See that panel? She painted that. See that dinner? She cooked that Say, young man, do you live in Globe9 ?. Scene: A Tete-a-tete on Knob Hill. Q. Your age, please?
 A. (Bushing) Sixteen.
 Q. An only daughter?
 A. Yes.
 Q. Are you engaged?
 A. No-o Not exactly.
 Q. Have you ever been in love? A. I'm-I'm not sure.
 Q. Are you going to the dance this Satur- day?
 A. Perhaps
 Q. Will you go with me?
 (At this point sweet-sixteen stumbled" and there was quick curtain.)
 B. Scene: Graveyard gulch Nightingales in the foreground.
 Q. Who owns these burros!
 A. My absent son.
 Q. What does your absent son value these burros at?
 A. At the price of his livelihood. Q. And what is his livelihood worth! A. It is inestmable.
 O. Crying a new tact) What would you sell these burros for?
 A. I would not sell them for a soul Q. Not for the soul of your absent son? A. Perhaps, yes.
 Q. And what would that be worth! A. I leave that to you.
 Q. Thank you. (Hastily writes down ''Two dollars and thirty cents.")
 Such experiences would be more pleasant if one were being paid by the day.
 The ruling of one question met with general dissatisfaction among the feminine portion of the people of my district-the question: Have you any occupation?" Almost invariably the answer was "Plenty of ccupation-cooking, sewing, cleaning, in short, the work of a house wife" But the government translates this an swer as mo occupation'' on the ground that 1t is not paid occupation, and hence the house. wife's dsapproval. Each housewife is con- vinced I am sure, that Uncle Sam is a hard headed bachelor.
 Another question that proved a stumbling block was: ''The number of the house, please?" The answer was almost without exception: Zone moment, till go out and sec" An interesting physiological study could be made from this census taking; lively study that would be as valuable to the student of hu- man nature as the cold statistics are to the gov ernment. But it would require Balzac or an Ibsen to differentate and compile the emotions, methods and manners of the people. Kitchens and kimonas! Parlors and puffs! l would like to start up "Globe Town Topics' with the foundation of chit-chat now in my pos session, but Uncle Sam (being a bacheIor) is averse to the census taker dispensing his n- formation, so what might have proved an anti dote to the summer heat is nipped in the bud, crushed in the cradle and otherwise squeched (Privatey printed copies will be mailed in plain, sealed envelopes, however, to subscribers who send $5 and an oath of secrecy to P o. Box No. 1477 before the 5th of May) And as I walk down the street. the proud mother still lifts young hopeful to the top of the picket fence, and cries gIeefulIy: See, baby, there goes the census man!'