Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1912-03-14

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party.
Tee hair Drained galoot who treads
all over your feet in the street car and
then says: Il beg your PARDON
The man who returns your snow
shovel in the spring and exchanges it
for YOUR lawn mower
The barber Who fills Your ears with
'ather so o can't hear the story the
gentleman in the next chair is telling.
re holds the championship mean man
belt.
ACCORDING TO UNCLE ABNER.
There IL never mucA harm in a
mandolin player-when he amt PLAYING
1t looks as though the outcome of the
election in this country is going to be
purity close. y straw vote MAS took at
~llbhitts general store last night and
the result was as follows: Roosevelt, /;
laft. j: La Toilette, l.; Cummins. i;
Harmon. J.: Harrison, i; Wilson, /;
Underwood, l.: Bryan, l.: Clark. l..
1t doesn't look as though there is
going to be much farm work done this
year If the politics hold out.
When a Teller learns how to run his
automobile, it is time TO buy Il new
machine.
1t seems strange. but almost every
body lives neNt doc to some mean
%critter who WONT shovel the snow off
his walk.
If al the proposed railruds were built
there Wouldn't be room for a single po-
later patch from Maine to Californy.
III you fold up the napkin it is a sign
that YOU expect to be invited to eat
another meal i'm the house n il YOU
don't fold it up it is Il sign you are a
boor. so what is a Teller to do" Hank
Tumms solves the problem by sticking
the napkin in his pocket and taking il
home with him.
Who kin blame the wimmen for get
ting into politics and business when
most of the beauty dope and advice to
mothers for the Sunday papers is writ
ten by men?
through the west, but what came back
with the lirm impression that there is
going to be Il great revolution in poll
tics.
WHEN MAGGIE SINGS.
No ordinary voice in hers.
Because. you See, it really stirs
The souls of those who listen and
Her kind of music understand,
There's not another of its kim
That amy II can call to mind.
It's plain to see she has a tone
That's really, truly, all her own.
No TretazZini or Calve can ever hope
to sing the way
That Maggie does when she is right
For her accustomed vocal flight.
III loSeS dli lIS OII1cf SlrlnSS
When Maggie sings.
When Maggie sings MY Rosary
The folks who listen must agree
No one on earth could initiate
Her technique and that's safe to state.
Her audience beneath her sway.
Sees other troubles pass away.
They float on a mysterious sea
Where they had never thought to be.
The universe seems to stand still.
A feeling strange just seems to thrill
Them and a CHASTITY message send
That this world is about to end.
] always wish it would, by jings,
When Maggie sings.
HINTS FOR GOOD COOKS.
There is always one sure way to
tell when an egg is bad. Boil 1T soft
and then open it with a common ease
knife or spoon. II 1t is bad, you will
not be left long In doubt.
A very good substitute for maca-
ronf when company comes unexpect-
eddy is white clothes line. 1t can be
cut up into any lengths desired ana
boiled until quite tender. Then pour
on the melted cheese and the tomato
sauce and nine out of ten guests who
have eaten home cooked macaroni be-
fore will not know the difference.
Salad dressing can be made of al
most anything. but the best imitation
of the genuine a be manufactured
by taking two ~teacupsfull of gasoline,
a pint of ammonia. three tablespoons
full of cod liver oil and a jigger of axle
rease 1t would take an expert to
detect The fact hat it was an imita-
ton.
Corned beef and cabbage makes a
dainty lunch for an afternoon tea. The
boiling cabbage gives the house a
homelike atmosphere and will pre-
vent the guests from staying too long.
Home made brown bread is always a
treat. Mix first your dough and then
mold 1t into nice round loaves. Your
husbands silk hat will make an ex-
cellent mold. If he hasn't got a silk
hat have him go to a banquet and get
one by leaving Is minutes ahead of the
other guests.
ADAM.
Take off your hats to Adam for he
was a lucky man.
He never had to eat stale fruit out of
an old tin can.
He simply had to sit dead still. The
fruit fell from the trees
Whene'er The garden was bestirred by
any vagrant breeze.