The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1912-09-20

went to find the child Jesus in the
manger in Bethlehem had Just thought
of it and had gone to the. big, Jerusa-
lem bank that day and deposited just
one silver dollar at ten per cent COM
pound interest, to be settled for In
1912, that that sum would have been
awful today. 1t would buy out Canyon
county root and branch, and lick up
evry deposite in every bank, and take
every auto totboo-. 1t will do more
than that; it would clean up Ada too;
it will do more that that, it will clean
I'D the whole state on the same basis.
1t will still keep doing more; it will
more than equal all the wealth OF
every kind, and name in the, United
States: twill beat all that'a thous-
and million times and then some. If
it all could be converted into gold of
~ carat fine and be melted into. a
solid ball without particle OF alloy
or other material, that ball to-day
would be close to the size OF our old
earth. That ball would be $40 miles
in diameter and would contain a
wealth so fabulous that all the people
of the earth could not count If done
up ii, bolts of thousand dollar bills a
foot square and foot cube, and lum-
ped off a thousand at the time, until
time had elapsed when mother granite
of this earth shall have gone back into
dust so fine that the winds have car
ried it to another sun. My socialist
friend is not chump at all when 1t
comes to figuring this interest pro-
position, but this problem has taught
your Hired Man another lesson about
how he puts thoughts into the mind
Of children, for good thought bear.
ing compound interest like this, will
break every bank of evil deposltors
ten thousand years from now and it is
not hard to deposite good thought
if you have plenty Of them.
Your Hired Man is conscious that in
the midst of life we are in death.
Everywhere there is death and decay.
Forms and color are changing Those
who once knew us shall soon know US
no more. Society is ever shanging
with. whizzing gait. The play-party
of yore is gone forever,i never to re-
turn. When was little boy sixteen
of seventeen years old. we used to
play:
ring around the rosey,
Bottle full Of Posey.
All hands squat" ff '5.
w Where is there anything among the
young set now SO inspiring as that.
The last one to squat had to tell who
he loved best. Many a young man
SHE'D up to his better half the night
before he got neverous enought to de-
LAY his squatting act, until the others
nhodca shrdlu aAaafi shrdluetaoinww
from the way he held on that it was
had come through. You could tell
only the matter Of few more hours
Of this sort Of thing until he would
get4to the point.
Then, that London Bridge building
business. Every girl in the bridge
got kissed fifteen times if the bridge
was made fifteen feet long, and sixty
times if it was sixty feet long. No
matter what else we did that evening,
that London bridge had to be put up
before we wnt home. Every girl knew
it too, and she came with trowel and
cement ready to- do her part of it
Every bashful fellow about seventeen
managed to get around to it at leas,
once every fail and show up at party
where he knew the London bridge
would be put up This was along in
the late. fall and early winter. Tie
corn was already cut and shocked. the
pumpkins were piled out by the crib
the head Of the house was figuring. Or
next years Tightening. rods, The
sweet potato vines had been cut of
to, keep the frost from running thu
potato. The candy pulling season wa
on and every fellow eighteen year.
old was sending off some place ate
| stuff to- grow moustach in ten days
Every one of us had a pamphlet in ou
pocket showing the pictures of dozel
handsome fellows who had used thi
mustache stuff and got a voluptuou
and luxuriant growth In ten to twent.
days, and we were all at it. OF cours
we lied about what we were doing
but every one Of us knew that all tn
others wer guilty. We don't care
rap about the mustache now for man,
Of the greatest men do not wear tn
article.
Then there was that inspiring gam
of all games, in which we all sang: !
Down on the carpet you must knee
Sure as the grass grows in the field
| Kiss he bright and look her swee
Then you may rise upon your feet"
| Talk.about going to dances. Not O
your life. Our patents would hav
as soon buried US, but those partie
were simply the delight of the who'll
region. Most any kind of girl coul
tget "a few kisses during the evenin
and the tinid young fellow would g
home with dozen scalps in his bel
Those good old days persisted with til
Il stage coach and the canal boat, and tn
tin-type, and in exchange what do W
have?. Why, we are coming back I
them just as rapidly as we forsoo
them. Little girls thirteen years oil
get out with their sweethearts an
parade up and down the streets an
talk things we fellows had only rumor
about in those good old days when W
could not go UP stairs and steal out
quack doctors book that had cost th