The Wallace miner. [volume] (Wallace, Idaho) 1907-current, 1912-09-05

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asked Manager Smith for a mouse
trap. And will you hurry, please?"
she said; Il want to catch a train"
After she had gone, Smith remark
ed: We'll, that's one way to get
what you go after, but l never
would have thought of it."
The professor of entomology at
Pullman college prescribes stale
beer for apple orchard pests. Makes
no difference what we had, we'd
hate to have him prescribe for us.
Chicago police have been asked
to look for missing man named
George Lantz, and they are fur
nished with the information that
he Is 7 feet, inches in height.
Possibly he has been hit by pass
ing aeroplane.
A grand moral lesson may be
drawn from the news item telling
of the death of Henry Suits, at
Council Bluffs, Iowa, which occur
red recently at the age of 105 years.
He chewed tobacco for 80 years,
without a single swear-off, and I'M
doubtedly that is the reason he did
not live to ripe old age.
A Cottonwood avenue woman
says she can't understand why
johnnycake is the only kind of cake
her little boy Johnny doesn't care
for. 1t is strange.
well, sir, one of the funniest ex-
periences | ever heard of in the
handling of dynamite" said an old
timer at the Ryan hotel the other
evening, was over in Montana a
few years ago this fall. Most peo-
pie do not look upon dynamite as
thing that would furnish a great
amount of fun, but it was a liberal
contributor in this case My partner
and / were prospecting in q range
over there, and we had a lot of
powder packed in boxes of sawdust
and bran. In the valley just below
us lived a rancher who had gone
into the dairy business. One day
when his pasture got little short,
he turned his cows out to give them
a chance to hustle a little green
stuff on the public domain. We
were not used to cattle around the
camp, and had left the powder
boxes, with the tops off, out in the
sun so the sticks would be partially
thawed when we wanted to use it,
Well, of course, those blamed old
cows found it. The bran and saw
dust looked good--like breakfast
food, from bovine point of view,
no doubt--and darn me if they
didn't lick up every morsel of it,
powder and all. My partner hap
pened to go back to camp for some
tools, and as he came around the
corner the cows got frightened or
playful, l don't know which, end
acted like a lot OF clowns at cir
Gus, with. poor old Jim in the center
If the bunch, like ringmaster.
When he saw what had happened,
md that every old COW in the lot
lad enough dynamite in her to blow
he camp clear across the gulch, he
BEAT 1t, you bet, yelling like CO.
Indian. and the way he
ambled up that hillside wasn't
slow, believe me. Finally the
'ancher came and gathered in his
,erd, and he was Just about as
BADLY scared as Jim was. He
shooed' the cows back to the cor
al. gave them two OF three feet of
Ugh priced straw to stand on, and
ended them from long distance for
while. Those cows were the
Iueerest looking bunch you ,ver
aw. They resembled young bal
oons floating around, The boss
couldn't get any of the hired hands
0 10 the milking, and he was afraid
0 do 1t himself. When the scare
tfhcidpI and tho do iry vo,,fos voro /
established. / heard afterwards.
II the mothers with babies who de-
ended upon COW -milk for their
kept the telephone hot
nth inquiries about the milk; they
aid something was wrong with it
II the youngsters were having the
Ollie something awful. never told
he reason, and I don't think the
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