The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1910-09-28
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Hammer Throwino,

uOeral.
Hammer Throwing.
Foot races. wrestling. boxing an,
throwing the hammer. Then we dis
port ourselves in the briny deep. Fee
all Of ten years younger. My disport
Ing was greeted with loud and lon,
continued applause.
while | was disporting some on,
ashore took my watch. Probabl,
some Gay Old Boy did it for a joke
Shan't say anything to Mrs. B. abou
1t until l know. She always worries
about such things.
ION ~ceasing to disport in the brin,
had some elderberry wine. Brough
back the days of my childhood whe1
mother used to make it. II elderberry
wine wasn't good for folks mother!
wouldn't make It.
Had misunderstanding with Ga,
Old Boy about something, and we clos
ed IN a tempestuous struggle. No dam
age. however, and we kissed and mad,
up. Think it wa lemonade this time
"None Of the other Gay Old Boys /.
keeping a diary Of the trip to show It
the wife. This shows how much /
appreciate Mrs. B.
"Have just made a speech to thu
assembled multitude. Can't say what
1t was about. but 1t was a corker. II
fetched 'em. Tu-mul-tuous applause
Cries Of hurrah for Bowser. Wish the
speech could have been taken down
to read to Mrs.-B. She thinks I'm nc
speechist.
1T was moved and seconded and
unanimously passed that old Bowsel
was one of the gayest Of the Old Boys
Mrs. B. ought to know what kind Of q
husband she's got. There are times
when she doesn't seem to appreciate
me. Ginger ale this time.
while engaged In the game OF
throwing the hammer I threw 1t half q
mile and knocked two men down.
~Tem-pestuous applause and no great
damage done. Wish Mrs. B. could
have seen that throw. She thinks I'm
no throwist. Elderberry wine to cele.
brate the feat. Made me think of my
mother.
Homeward Bound With a Head.
I'VE are on the voyage home. Home
Is a blessed word, and yet somehow /
don't care to go home-that is. not
this eve"
Just sung mother song for Gay Old
Boys. 1t was either The Sweet BY
and By or Annie Rooney but which
ever 1t was it went with a bang. In
their mad enthusiasm the crowd threw
me down and took my ring and
purse. Little too much enthusiasm,
but let's have a, good time. l will have
to tell Mrs. B. something or other, but
she's an unsuspicious, innocent soul.
"Just grounded on a sand bar. That
called for the lemonade.
"Just got off. That called for ginger
ale.
1--WE are drawing near home. Most
of us have been asleep for the last two
hours. A day to be remembered. May
also be Il night to be remembered. .
Mrs. Bowser will go to bed about
ten. If l don't get home until mid
night she ought to be sound asleep.
New cider from harvest apples this
time.
Steamer at wharf. Gay Old Boys
bidding each other goodby. Elder
berry wine all gone. City seems all
turned around and on wrong side of
river. City seems standing on it's head.
If Mrs. B. has only gone to bed and l
can get upstairs without waking her.
Mrs. Bowser laid the little book
aside.
That was the last entry, and Bowser
was sleeping like a lamb. The look
Oh his face was trusting and innocent.
No. she could not take his life. She
brought a shawl to throw over him.
removed his collar and tie and then
returned the diary to his pocket. The
house was kept quiet until midafter-
noon. Then Mr.. Bowser awoke and
said: .
1.-THE steamer vas late. and l didn't
want to wake you up"
mo? Have a good timer"
NAV! Stupidest time you ever saw"
And he will keep right on thinking
he fooled her.