Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1911-10-18
Stories Of CurbStone and
Corridor

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There are stories without Words
remarked a business man this morn
ing, land l never heard anything more
eloquent that the tick of an alarm
clock. 1t is Ike this. AS came down
town at an early hour this morning the
wind blew cold and the dead leaves
shifted about the streets. l saw an
open window, and heard angry voices.
Out in the yard, perhaps twenty feet
from the window lay an alarm clock"
Editor SchWeigert, of the Mercer
County Republican, was at the Nc
Kenzie last night. He is much elated
over the prospects of getting his ready
prints by express. But that is not
all. He wants to hear the sound of
! the chu-chu cars and listen to the
clang of the bell and the peal of the
locomotive whistle. Yesterday two
cars of dagoes arrived for the Stanton
branch In this age dagoes are as
necessary as rails and ties. 1t is
now almost a certainty that the line
will be completed this fall, and the
Mercer county people are greatly elat
3D. Live nooDle, those Mercer county
residents, and a railroad will bring
them into the market.
Nobody would even suspect it from
the color of his hair, nor the way he
pronounces his name, but Dan Stat
terry is Irish. The matter of import
ing Italians for construction work on
railways and canals was discussed at
the Grand Pacific last night. This
work in the early days was all per-
formed by Irish labor, but now if
there is a single Irishman found on
the job he is the boss. The corpora
tons were being criticized for bring
ing in foreign workmen when Mr.. Stat
terry took the position that it is neces-
sary in order to get the work done.
The Yankee will not do it and the
Irish are all on the police force or in
the fire department and it Is neces-
sary to put the dago on the job.
Autumn is here with its crisp air,
it's bright skies and it's golden tinted
leaves, what a wondrous TRANSFORMED
ton the autumn season brings" said
Miss Constance Straw, of the agri-
cultural department at the state house
and she was heard to hum:
"And now our weary thoughts dwell
Upon the annual surprise.
The man who comes with coal to sell
Is our old iceman in Disguise"
Joe Clemens is a travelling sales
man. The vulgar and untutored re-
fer to him as drummer, not that Joe
ever beat a drum to beat the band.
The gentleman sells groceries for
Stone Ordean-Wells of Bismarck. And
he believes in what he sells. Joe
claims his corn starch, canned peas
and tapioca, is as pure as the little
flowers kissed by the dews of heaven.
And more, Joe is a poet. Here is
what he says of pure food:
What a comfort to the nation
Is pure food ministratton
On an up-to-date and scientific line,
When a purchaser is able
Just by looking at the label
The spurious to distinguish from the
fine.
1cC Iuc ucCOl awe pOoICIo
Of the histrionic boosters,
With adjectives all fervidly aglow.
Must remind us on occasion.
As we yield to their persuasion,
That the label doesn't guarantee the
show
And the foliage narcotic
That exerts sway despOtic
Ger SO many, as in smoke it drifts
away,
Is so splendidly embellished
That at sight it must be relished
For the beauty of the bands and
boxes gay.
"'Alta preciOsO fina.
Colorado cOncertina,'
With picture of a spanish dancing
star
'Buena berza, wncedora,
Don Quixote. grandiflora
But the label doesn't make good
cigar.