The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1912-06-04
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mill to keep him in meal until Billy sobered up. But
il, was straw hat time and mother must build us a rye
hat. II brought the hat a little late in the season but
il out-shown all the others when completed. We went
with mother to the rye patch with a sickle, cut an
armful of rye straw, she soaked it, got it in just the
right shape, then braided the straw. sewed the braids.
blocked il. and With band and sweat band. we were
proud for 1t was the finest in own-and tough
wouldn't break. out with the gang o. kids up the
track about a half mile to the old military road where
We never failed to get into trouble with hornets and
yellow iacko1s w. found them. RYE hat came in
handy for it was tough. Battle was over: returned
home all heated up: fine hornet sting on the beezer;
had hecn hawlins. felt awful-but the thoughts of that
now straw hat torn all to pieces was worst of all.
Grandma lowed there was no use o bein' SO ornery'
while NAV" started in to build a new hat for Sunday.
Couldn't go outside the yard for two days. Saturday
afternoon we discovered We had no paper collars for
Sunday and we werealowed to go down town to buy
a box, No. 1879 or 1875. Got the collars, ran across
BUS" Harding and went after "a supply of punk
wood for smoking and some slippery elm for chewing.
First thing we knew it was about dark. and the fertile
mind got busy arranging a plan to avoid a licking. We
found it. Went over to the slaughter house, begged a
piece of liver and took it home tor breakfast. That
furnished an excuse. Dropped the liver in the road
twice. hut the dirt would wash off. Didn't get licked
for grandma fixed it With "Ma".' Next experience led
across a pasture to where old Sam Dicer was making
cider-oh, those cider days.
oh horrors. what a sensation-here comes that old
ram-no fence within forty acres-hes gaining on us
R-1-N-G.-(nid he get usc
Mott was our foolish DOMINATE administering a
: o'clock call; We awoke to the tune of the morning
whistles and Is minutes later found us cherrilN (hic) on
our way to work.
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Tho Editors Mistake.-Of course all editors are
liable to mistakes. but when the editor Of a woman's
MAGAZINE fails to keep posted on the various new
dances. as Fhis Thomas says one did. it's ineNcusahle.
The great editor of the great women's magazine
held up his hands in horror and left the wing of the
great publishing building.
The months edition was on the press, the walls
rocked and. by way of local color, the air was full of
flying ink. (Flying ink for all printing purposes. See
page 50. Advt)
Mrs. Hunklebean." he shouted. Mrs. Hunkle-
beam"
The head forelady dropped her linotype machine
with a clatter and hurried over to the great editor of
the great womenis magazine.
Mrs Hunklebean," he said sternly. pick out f-
teen of these girls and discharge them. They have been
defling the lunch hour by doing the turkey trot."
Thus fifteen defenseless girls were dragged from their
S5.25 a week and thrown upon the mercies of a cruel
world. and all through a horrible mistake. For they
had only been doing the bunny hug:
POLLUTED My Ears" is Good.-"You have polluted
heard the other evening.
Teddye characteristic remark. II feel like a bull
moose" is attracting considerable attention and causes
the Washington Post to venture the opinion that it is
up to some democrats to nail a set of antlers over the
door.
Had the local drayrnan who has straw hats on his
horses been looking to their comfort this morning he
would have donned their fur caps instead.
He played the market as hard as he could play.
He made ten thousand dollars in a day.
JOY unconfned was then intended
But there came a slump, and his fun vas ended.
oh. YOU directorie parasol.