The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1912-07-26

her brood of children, and as climax
to the whole affair, the simple hearted
old creature said: Eyes, just look at
the Boise river here at Caldwell. All
the fine people here get around to
battle in it, and over in Boise they
wash the sewers into the water and
the hospitals throw their cuttings in
to the sewers and the pieces of can
GERS and the pus of sores float along
down for us to battle in and drink
once in while. They are making a
lot of fuss about the way we used to
fail to swat the fly, and the way we
died with appendicitis and din't know
it; or used the milk of one of our
cows without killing its germs and
how we never used the last of a but
termilk jar that We did not find a
dead fly or two in it, but there never
was a day when we would go SWIM
ming in the tail end of such stuff as
we have here in Boise river. And
they do say the water will purify it
self every ten miles, but don't see
how great chunks of stuff are going to
go to pieces and then the pieces go
still further to pieces and then these
pieces purify themselves by the time
they get down to Caldwell" The
good old soul thought the human race
is getting to strain out gnats while it
swallows some good sized saw mills.
The low water in the river and the
stagnant sloughs of the same water
where it has run out to die, was
thought to be sufficient for any ty-
phoid germ that took notion to do
business even here in fair Idaho.
The other day the Tribune Hired
Man was travelling through Ada coun-
ty when the clerk of a school board
stopped him and asked him to hunt
up a good woman school teacher and
send her around. The school is in the
country and is made up of IS olive
branches. Your Hired Man stole
enough time to phone around little
and got hold of the very woman for
the place and within So hours after
the timid woman stood before the
austere clerk putting in her best ticks
for the school. The clerk was full of
dignity of course and no matter how
much he tried to show his modesty,
the official capacity doomed up before
the shy creature like an iceberg in
storm. The three heartless men put
the trembling woman through severe
grilling, for they wanted nothing but
the best teacher and they had the
money to pay for the best. They had
never paid more than $50 and mas
much as this is hard-time season, it
might have been their luck to get the
teacher for $40. The lone woman who
must make her own living neither
smiled nor frowned. She was there
on business and one part of her bus
lIlCSS Was " IlldNC tudt SSHOol pay
$1,000 if she could. After the double
cinch loop with its business twist had
been put on by the board, the woman's
time came. In her modest manner
and shy mein she began to tell what
SHE knew about schools and children
and patrons and money and work and
school boards and such-like. She told
all this in way that opened the eyes
of those three men who were going
to save all the school funds possible
this year. There was no brag about
her talk. There was no boast con-
nected with it, but she got to the point
at once where she made them believe
she is $1,000 teacher and going
higher all the time. They wanted to
be left alone few moments to talk it
over, but she was too much for them.
They were to settle the question then
and there without time to knock. She |
did not deny them their divine right |