Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1911-11-23
THE ETERNAL FEMININE.

She was one of those sweet little
women to whom nobody could possibly
as-you-enter car downtown with &
large shopping bag. The conductor
pulled the tingler and the car pro.
ceeded upon it's way.
The little woman knew that she haG
a nickel somewhere and began explor.
ing the bag. She removed bundles
parcels and bags n finally after
a large slice out of eternity. she dug
up her pocketbook. Opening the pock-
b she began removing hairpins
powder rags. small mirrors, samples
Of cloth, spools of thread. newspaper
clippings containing recipes. miniature
photographs and a handkerchief. With
a small cry OF joy She discovered q
knO In one corner Of the banker
chief and knew that within the knot
there reposed the much sought soil
tary nickel.
1t took her some time to unite the
knot in the corner Of the handker-
CHIEF with her teeth. but finally with q
smile that would have melted the
heart of a solid marble statue Of Ju-
Illus Caesar. she rendered 1t to the con
ductor.
Il am sorry, madam" said he polite1
ly, but we have been to the end oi
the line and are now on the retur1
trip. Ten cents. please"
COMM SOON.
When the northern breezes blow
An 1T gins to look like snow,
An de clouds am hangin' low
All the while
An the wild geese fly afar,
Feller stahts to wonder whar
All his summer wages are
Quite a pile.
Whar am dat bank account,
OF a vary lahge amount,
Dat you-all was gwine to f1ount
In de fall?
When de summer it done scoot,
Yo've saved up a summer suit
An q old straw hat to boot,
Dat am all.
When the Hardware windows show
Lot of coal stoves i'm a row.
Feller am Obliged to know
Sure as scat,
Da the winter am at hand,
Comm on to beat de band,
An he wondahs whar de land
He am at.
Mammy's yellin' To- some clo'es,
Kids am all out at de toes,
An de Chill north zephyr blows
Through the chink
Whar de winder zane am out.
An de stoves gone up de spout,
An de old roof am about
On de blink.
Resolutions of de spring
Didn't bring about a thing,
An no silvah dollahs ring
In our jeans.
Folks dat have piled up a lot
On de long green haven't go
Not de faintest idea what
Wintah means.
FROM THE HINCKLEYVILLE
CLARION.
Elmer Jones says the last time h
went to call on Miss Amy Frisby. GU
popular milliner, her father. Deacon
Stubbs, throwed something large an,
round n hard at him. Hank Purd
says maybe it was a %jardinier. Elme
says that sounds as though it Nigh
be it, for it Jared him in the ear, al
right.
Uncle Ezra Perkins, who is n o
the oldest fellers in u midst, say
he used to a a lot of warm friend
around here, and if they all went wher
he thinks they did, they are sti,
warm.
Last time Hi Stack was in Chicago
he see a mounted policeman and Ho
Peters says that's what they all ough
to be-Stuffed and mounted. Hold ha
a piece of hard luck dowa to tn
Rapids last time and didn't get HON
for thirty days.
Rushrod Bibbins complains of har
times and says if he should run hi
meal ticket through a pianola now
would play a lively tune.
Uncle Ez Perkins is so long and thi
that he can't eat nothing but spaghetti
Ans Frisby says the ext time h
goes down to the city he is going
a hotel to eat some of them Table d
huts he has heard so much about an
says. just as like as not, he won
know whether to eat 'em with a for
or a spoon
Ever since Hank Purdy plowed
ring for a circus last summer, hi
horse has got the artistic Temperament
and can't ploy a straight furer to say
its life.
MARY'S LAMB.
Mary had a little lamb
And rumor now is rif,
She's sold it to a butcher and
That she is rich for l1:e.
OUR OWN COOK BOOK.
Mashed Potatoes.-Have two pota
toes fall In love with each other. c
course. they will be Oweet potatoes.