Mexico Missouri message., 1912-11-21
PRAIRIE LEA.
News and Big Gobs Of Fun and
Humor Well Mixed.

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on.
Speaking about corn husking,
Bill Wilmshorst, bachelor and
prince of bustling hustlcrs, rose
with the dawn the other day and
sailed out to the corn field. BY
working hard until dark Bill sue
ceeded in gathering % bushels of
corn. Charley helped him. 1t
is only a question of time until
Bill will be Champion" corn
shucker of the West.
Phillip Shire's Bull Moose frogs
have long since hibernated. He
now has a new species known as
the fur coated variety. The frogs
are full-furred as the name i'm
plies. Large and hardy and es-
pecially adapted to cold weather.
They can sit on cake of ice with
out a fire and croak all day long.
The Prairie Lea ball team has
gone into winter quarters at the
Fare Ye Well Resort, just east of
the Great Divide at Wild Cat
Fork. The team will pass the
winter on their indoor diamond
practicing trick plays to battle
their opponents on next summer.
Dick Doerge, the hay baling
magnet, has just about wound up
his little ball of yarn. Dick has
made successful season and will
pass his vacations in East Homo
lulu. Dick uses a kingman baler,
sits by a Queen heater, cooks on
a Monarch range, is a prince of
good fellows and ruler of his own
household.
Phil Rogers, anas, Casey, "
otherwise Windy" blacksmith
and deputy Marshal of Worcester,
was on the Lea Sunday trying to
look fat. Phil says that if pros
perity stares him in the face this
winter he will own and operate an
automobile before the flowers of
May have faded.
Frank Mordell, the high strung
farmer of Pumpkin Roe, has the
biggest barn, the tallest silo and
the bluest house of anybody in
this part of the country.
Fal La Rue, the corn singer,
: blue jay hunter and pigeon stalk
, er, is about to leave Prairie Lea,
$ SO they say. Too bad but it might
e be worse.
Charley Wilmshorst, bachelor,
fiddler, banjo picker and solo
singer, is about to retire from the
farming game. Charley will take
!. up the raising of thoroughbred
h mules as a side line while his main
occupation will be shouting the
praises of Woodrow Wilson, who
was recently elected President of
| the United States not long ago.
II Bob Hook was riding south one
| day last week on the plains of
| Wild Cat, several miles from any
dwelling, singing Home Sweet
Home" to himself, when he sud
| denly realized that he was being
stalked by cougar. Bob quickly
dlsmounted, extracted shoe
string from his lace boot and tied
his fiery broncho to a Canadian
thistle. He then took out his peck
ct knife, opened the little blade
and dug a trench to hide himself
in. He lay down behind his breast,
works, rifle in hand, and awaited
the oncOming of the ferocious ami,
NAL. wait till you can see the
whites of his eyes, said Bob to
himself, "then fire. " On, on and
more on, came the blood thirsty
| beast. There were no whites OF
his eyes to be seen. They were
green throughout. Bob waited
and waited until finally the
naughty cat got so close that he
tried to bite the end of the gun
barrel off and Bob in trying to
| pull the gun from his mouth acct
IDENTIFY pulled the trigger. Then it
was that the cougar bit the dust.