The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1913-07-10

rage in the streets; they shall jostl
one against another in the broa
ways; they shall seem like torches
they shall run like lightning"
After looking over the sportin,
pages of the daily papers, we have de
cided that the finest game played Sat
urday was the one between the EN-
nett Stars and Hanna, which was VOL
by Hanna, II to 10. Not one of tn,
big league teams made half as many
scores as either of the home teams.
The small daughter of family
who had recently left the Methodist
church to join the Christian Scientist
fell on the side walk and cut an ugly
cash in her forehead. 81 hope my
little daughter remembered her Chris
tian Science teaching and did not
cry?" inquired the mother. "Well,
replied the child, after some thought,
~ decided that this was a case where
the Methodist religion would do the
most good"
The only unoccupied room in the
Saratoga hotel in Caldwell the night
of July 4th was given to an Emmett
man. 1t had bath in connection.
The next morning the man stepped up
to the clerk to check out. "Well, did
you have good nights rest?" the
clerk asked "No, | didn,' replied the
man. "The room was all right and
The bed was pretty good, but could
Mt sleep very much, for was afraid
someone would want to take a bath,
and the only door to the bath room
vas through my room"
& & &
We hope the Good Lord will forgive
is if, during our inexperienced years,
We ever made fun of the topographic
Il errors in the newspapers. The
onger we stay in the business the
more charitable we feel toward man
ind in general and printers in partic-
liar An error may be as hard to
ind in a proof as the proverbial need
e in the hay stack, but it looms up as
n elephant after the paper is print
d. One little innocent looking limo
ype slug was corrected in this office
asst week and then after the edition
'as printed, it turns up smiling in the
'rong paragraph. If you believe you
re infallible 90 to work in print
hop for while. 1t will be sure to
axe the starch out of your swell-head.
& & 4
81 have an odd record here" said
lie wife to her hubby, "and | want to
re If you can guess what it is"
hen a weird succession of sounds
cyan to come from the horn of the
hubby knitted his brow
nd made guess. "It's a buzz saw
owing through a knot" he ventured.
iuess again." said the missus. "a
ide trombone in full cry" Hardly"
\ cat concert" "Nope." "Hoot
Vi with his toes in a trap She
ook her head "Give it up" he fl
lily said, "but as one last guess I'll
y that it sounds very much like a
ren whistle with the pip" 81 will
rec with you that it is as bad as
you have named" wiley remarked,
ut the fact is it is a faithful re-
oduction of the sounds you make
len you are asleep and it proves to
u how awful it sounds"
1t is only once in long while"
marked Old Bill Misgivens, chat
u find a plain, homely man who is
lily aware of the way he looks.
know one exception Jed Perkins,
o used to live back in my home
vn, was certainly the homeliest
man critter | ever laid eyes on,
what was more, Jed knew it.
e winter down there Jed attended
revival meeting and the preacher,
ed by the sisters and the deacons,
ided to make an effort to bring
4 into the fold Think, brother
the preacher, of the delight of
citing your loved ones in the better
d. Is it your idee,' asked Jed of
parson, that if do the right
1g | will show up in the better =
d looking as natural as life?"
rtainly, Brother Perkins, said the
acher. WE'LL said Jed, with a
omy sigh, if that's the case | be-
e | would ruther be lost. Of
rse, if Pm among a lot of goats
7on't make so much difference, but
have to try to work my way into
d society in the New Jerusalem
ring this face of mine and having
year it always, it will be more than
in stand"