Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1912-02-01
A STORY.


good hunting story; one thai is true?
Bobby w.
Sure thing. Once upon a time there
was Il man who q one leg which was
longer thar the other leg. His wife
did not make n leg longer than the
other leg by pulling it. or anything like
that. No, indeed. This is how IL hap
pened:
The man went out hunting with q
gum rifle gun, that shoots bullets
out of 1t. AT the foot of the mountain
he saw Il goat which he
wanted to shoot, but the mountain goat
was superstitious and wouldn't stand
still long enough to be shot, but kept
running around the mountain: the fell
Ter he Kept running aroun the noun
tain after the goat. and every once in a
While he would stop and take aim and
shoot off the rifle at the goat. but he
couldn't hit the goat. for the goat would
always be just round the corner of the
mountain, and this Vas Il straight bar
relied gun which wouldn't shoot around
the corner very accurate. SO the Teller
thought he would try to catch the goat
and knock the goats brains out with
the stock of the gun.
And he and the goat chased aroun
ana around The mountain 10 or 90 times,
when Il happy idea struck the Teller and
he says to himself: by ginger, I'll
make that doggone u shoot rou
the mountain and I'll hit that goat yet
So. passing a small tree which stood on
srasped the gun firm II hit it again
the tree and bent the bar'l until it was
crooked and shoot around a corner
Tho goa was a good ways ahead
around the mountain. and the Teller
couldn't see him at all. but he took aim
bullet went whizzin' around the noun
tain after the goat. OF course the bull
let was goin' considerable faster than
the goat or the Teller either, and every
time the bullet came around and passed
the Teller, he had to dodge so as lot to
git shot. The goat got wise and
lodged, too.
The bullet would go around the
mountain about three times While the
goat and the Teller was goin' around
once. Finally. about noon. the goat got
rattlea and lodged the wrong way and
the bullet ketclled him in the back Of
the head and the Teller picked up the
goat and went back to the plateau at
the foot of the mountain. When he
started to walk on level ground HI
found that n leg was shorter than the
other and he had to walk with a limp
all the rest of his life.
You see, he had run around the
mountain so much that the inside leg,
or in other words. the one closest to
the mountain, had got worn off abou
three inches.
THE VALENTINE.
Twas years ago. dear friend OF mine,
| got q tender valentine.
1t was composed of many parts
And covered DER with pretty hearts.
1 grew about three feet that day.
And all the world seemed glad and gay,
The motto made a hit with me-
IL ,,,n ,rcn,,a rooc< y,~o%<ily.
1.-The rose is red, the violet blue,
Sugar is sweet, and so are you.
For you my trusting heart doth pine,
o, won't you be my valentines"
1 know she trembled fondly Ger
That tender valentine before
She carried out her little plan,
And gave it to the letter man.
She did not Waver at expense
1t must have cost her Z cents.
1t was a good investment. though,
AS valentine Investments go.
She's larger now, and wears a rat
And a $50 picture hat.
She doesn't lisp OF hesitate,
But speaks her mind in manner
straight.
Full 20 years have passed, at least,
The cost of living has increased.
i IOOh ISI at Nv WOAO, SOu hIlOW,
And as the decades come n go
That motto clings; yes, every line,
For / am still her valentine.
SALVE.
1T may be buncombe, nay be bosh;
1t may be naught but idle josh:
But it sounds pretty good, b'gosh.
This stuff they call the "salve."
The teller that can spread 1t thick,
And work upon your feelin's quick.
And cheer you when you're real heart
sick.
Is one good friend to have.
He may not mean all that he said;
The truth may ne'er come in his head:
But really. truly, on the dead,
He makes a hit with me.
And when he comes a-slni!in' round,
1t seems as though I'm simply bound
To make obeisance to the ground,
For he's right good to see,
There's lots of fellers who get by
BY spreadin' salve, and that's no
lie;
They're latterers until they die
And go to take their wings.
OF course, they've lied a lot, but then,
You must forgive 'em for it, when
They've really cheered their fellow
BY saying pleasant things.
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CAN'T BLAME HIM.
He got aboard the car and chose an
Isolated place
And guarded we'll the basket that he
held upon his knees.
Regarding with suspicion every new
arrivals face
And grew extremely nervous when
tho crowd hooan t0 So11oazo