The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1911-03-24
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fruit to the demnition bow-wows. The
]ennet frost damaged tender vegeta-
ton. 1t Is thought, however, that
some OF the preachers escaped.
The disciples of Isaac Walton In
dulged in fiscatorial pursuit last week
with fisherman's luck.
Little Miss Rosa May Lockhart
spent Saturday and Sunday with her
grandfather, N. e. Due.
Jim Scott, of Mt. Pleasant. spent
Tuesday night with J. A. Cothran.
The moon gets full every time 1t
gets four quarters. 1t does not take
that much for some men.
! l am tired at both ends these
days. Walk to school and teach is
the reason.
! Ladies, this is March Ballast Jour
skirts. Men, shut your eyes--and
keep the dust out.
i Mr., Inquisitive: 'How's business,
Doctor?" "A little Russian"
1 An automobile is an entirely differ
ent animal when you are riding one.
For easy, soft, swift travelling, it is
hard to beat Speed-well, should
think 1t goes some. One day / was
riding one and we outran the wind
for looked backward and saw 1t try
ing to keep up, and had to spit back.
wards to keep from splitting in my
face. l like the JOY wagon myself.
There is but one objection. I dis
like having to twist the things tail
before 1t will 60. dislike it because
1t kicks fellow generally WORSE
than the hindquarters of mule. !
do not know how to refuse an invita-
ton to ride in an auto. Remember
that. Owners of machines have had
the honor of having me ride with
them few times. I am getting near
ly out of practice here of late. | do
not want to do that. When l buy an
automobile I shall remember.
The tendency in woman's dress Is
toward the original fig-leaf skirt. If
the climate was not in the way 1t
would possibly be in vogue. Fellow
citizens, women are invading our sar-
torial sanctum sanctorium little too
many. Here is the pantaloon skirt.
The first thing you know one cannot
man might flirt with another man
through mistake. The women will be
having hip pockets next. They seem
bent on taking our clothes from us.
| have no speech against them taking
our jobs but what Is to be done when
they take our breeches? l even ad-
NIT that a woman might look better
than a man In these neither garments,
but the deuce is, what Is the man to
do? I'll be dumb If we wear petit
coats Or swap with the sweet angels.
Now, I'm for the women. They may
take the men breeches and all, but
l want the one that takes me to know
that I'm going to wear them. That's
all.
Life Is but a measured distance
along the great highway Of time.
Time, thou art but another name for
death! Time. thou great changer Of
the universe! Thou givest and TAX
eth all of life. History Is made of
thee. What sad changes 80 often
only a few short years, aye months
and days, even hours and minutes,
make. Think Of only year ago, or
a few brief months and see the chang
es, the changes in many ways you
could not think possible. Even in
memory you realize the loss, the mis-
eery, the hell. You change not in
mind and heart and are the same, on
; ly the more true to yourself and 9th
ers, except for the hand of time upon
your brow, yet change comes over all
about you Others are not the same
you knew them. Go to where once
you lived and you realize the differ
FORCED TO LEAVE HOME.
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