The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1912-10-03
Hobo Question Now
Practically Solved
OF THE PEACE MOE AND
SHERIFF STENSHOEL WIN
THE IAURELS

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THE LAURELs
Justice of the Peace Moe and
Sheriff Stenshoel have solved the mo-
mentous problem that confronts the
Northwest round about harvest time:
"Why is the hobo? If so, what
what thel?"
The question is one that municipal
tiles have conjured over, farmers
debated and the police arbitrarily ar
bitrated, all to no permanent solution.
The hobo goes south with the ducks
each fall and farmers and urbanites
have been deluded into believing that
he was gone for good, but the follow
ing summer this male OF the species
turns up smiling and says:
''How do you do. Madam, I have
had lots of trouble. was married
once, like yourself. l was cripple
before that. My youngest SON smoth-
cred to death at the age of 16 months
with bean in his nose, my oldest
daughter married an actor, the other
children were taken from me by the
Foreign Missionary society and my
wife dropped dead at the washtub of
duty. I am so weak from hunger that
can only stand on two feet at a
time and rest makes me weary. Have
you pie sticking around in the cup
board?"
Takes the Last Pie
Tears Of gratitude fall upon the last
pie with loud splash as the kind
hearted housewife hands it over and
the hobo mumbles:
God bless you, mum, may you new.
er be hobo yourself. I'll take it to
the jungles and have the boys vote
on your ability to COOK
With light heart the housewife
busies herself peeling potatoes and
making excuses for the hobo and
John when he comes home to eat
stewed mutton without dessert.
Chief of Police Swanson and his
officers have been mure or les austure
in dealing with the hobo, and the
sheriff's force has, on many occasions,
routed out the hobo and driven him
hence without giving him a new pair
of shoes to walk in. But justice tri-
umphs i'm the end and the hobo has
come into his own-the county roads
and their magnificent boulders.
Picking BouIders a Diversion
Picking boulders out of the roads is
back bending but not nerve racking
like cracking them with a 16-pound
sledge. The hObois nerve must be
conserved so Justice Moe and Sheriff
Stenshoel thought of the rock picking
fest on the public highways. 1t would
be a diversion for the hobo and in
cidentally appeal to his paternal in
stinct nursing them along from the
middle of the road to designated
point near the barbed wire fence.
Three hoboes appeared before JUS
tice Moe one morning last August, the
very next day after he and Sheriff
Stenshoel had decided to try to try
and do something for the hobo.
Goddess Peeps with One Eye.
Thirty days picking boulders out of
the county roads," droned the heavy
voice of the magistrate, as he pulled
the handkerchief down from the left
eye of the Goddess of Justice. The
Goddess dropped the shutter on her
eye all the way down in approval and
Stenshoel beckoned the trio to follow
him. .z.#e .
The account of the famous decision
was heralded over the Northwest by
the press and transmitted from hobo
to hobo by their own mysterious sys-
tenn of intelligence. And there hasn't
been hobo in Valley City since to
take before Justice Moe.
For good feed cheap call at the
Peoples Fuel Co. 5-9-wtf
IS $ Ss------,$ S.
Is SURE MIKE! 8