The Canon City record with which is consolidated the Canon City cannon., 1911-12-07
MR.. BOGGS
On the Pleasure Of JnoW

He came in the other morning He
usually calls in the afternoon after
the mail is brought over from, the
post office and reads the papers be-
fore we have chance at them.
1t was fine morning for work.
The snow was falling gently in greet
big white feathery flakes just as l..
did one morning long ago when
as little tot we stood by the window
in the little old home back East and
watched the first snow storm of our
memory. How well we remember that
first snow storm of memory-how
big were the fiakes-how fast they
came A little mother sitting, sewing
near by remarked Mother Carey is
plucking her chickens and what a
chain of new imaginations that little
remark started!
We had come in on the cold de-
serted street and settled down to
quiet work half hoping that NO BUSH
ness would come in-no caller would
bring in Want Ad or even big ad
and that we could get some real
work done The big fleecy snow
flakes, falling SO fast and noiselessiy
had started a pleasant stream of rev.
cries of the long ago--of the days OF
that first snow storm of a boyhoods
awakening fancies. so we were not
working when He called and he felt
at liberty to talk.
Fine snow.." says he. at reminds
me of my boyhood days" He got his
audience at the start Any other sub
ject would have driven us to the back
room to read proof or to do some
thing else. unneeded. but the tone of
his voice and his subject got our in
terest at once SO we drew him out
There were six OF us-all boys
What times we had in the snow. and
by way of parenthesis l might say
that this dry country doesn't have
half enough snow to raise a family in.
The boys here do not know what
winter pleasure is.
There were six of us boys. All
with red topped boots with copper
toes. and by way OF parenthesis !
might add that the shoe manufacturer
of this day don't know anything about
making foot gear for boys. They
make them now to sell and to wear
out"
Remember those red eopped boots
with copper toes?" We did. "They
never wore out. You wore them as
long as you could stamp and pull and
kick your little growing foot into that
mutton-tallowed stiff old boot and
after you couldn't get into It any
longer 1t was passed on down to the
next boy below. They made boots to
wear in those days"
What sport we had in the snowi
You young men who have been reared
in sunny Colorado know nothing
about it-nothlng. Tomorrow the
boys of Canon will get out their
painted sleds and have mud ride be-
hind the delivery wagons on Main
street-that's as near as they will
ever know what a sleigh ride is.
I'VE had real sleighing-real- sled
ding No painted sleds and flexible
fiyers-just good old fashioned home
made sleds-hickory runners-on
which we would ride belly bumper.
stearing with copper toed boot out
behind. Back of the little old school
house was hill nearly a mile long
which held the snow for month at a
time. In the spring when the bumps
began to show black dirt we would
roll big snow ball over on them
and repair the course with the slippery
glistening snow again. There was
sport for you!
Remember the figure four trap,
Young Man? or course you don't