The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1913-12-18
OUR JOKERS BUDGET
BY PADDY

We don't know if he held out on
purpose or if it was overlooked
during the search, but Mr.. Newell
showed up for work the other morn
ing with thirty-fve cents in real
money.
We begin to think that there is
something more to them Hudson
trips then Ben cares to give out, as
he showed up for work the other
morning wearing a new brown suit
and big smile.
Bill Legs pryed himself loose
from about four yards of oratory
the other morning. He pinched
his finger and what he said was a
scream.
Paul, Of Hanley- Casey Co., is 60
ing to write a book on the ad-
vanced method of reformation, y
that is providing he don't accept
Supl. Robinson's offer of one dollar
to throw the whole manuscript in
the stove.
The little red coat has now got a
little red bonnet and when inter-
viewed in regard to the matter a
party said Yes, and if it don't run
its freight over another line before
long it is liable to have red nose"
Our old friend Dan Patch cashed
in his chips the other morning and
quit the game. Supt Mullen took
the sad news so much to heart that
he wore all the flesh off the back of
his hand wiping the tears out of his
eyes and came over from the farm
next morning to see the doctor and
have the hand fixed up The poor
old upstart said he, and | wonder
who be feeding him oats now"
Mr.. Rosing is back after an alb
sence of several weeks and is busy
looking up old friends. When in
terviewed in. regard to chicken
hunting up where he was, he said:
1t was fine, only that the lid was
on, and that he went up little too
soon for the open season." During
his absence he met with no accident
outside of having part of his cloth
ing torn off him one night when he
got TANGLED up in covey Of birds.
Say" said he, sbut before he could
say any more his feelings got the
best of him and he conld not say
another word.
Our dear and beloved friend is
gone. No more will we be able to
hear the echo of his proud footsteps
as he ambled toward the wagon
gate about 5 p. M, after hard
day of trying to dodge work. No
more will we behold him in the
morning standing with his ears
back and mouth open to greet us;
or be able to look into that kindly
eye as it roves around in that noble
head in search of a place to get out
of the way of work should it show
up. No more will the jokes of his
friends disturb him or cause a shud-
der to run through his frame, for
our dear old pal, Dan Patch is dead
and he died of a broken heart.
The first sorrow that hit Dan, was
when Gumshoes departed for pas
lures new and left him behind, and
he had not recovered from the
shock when gent from Maine was
appointed guide for him to pilot
him around the place. Then right
on top of that, Bill Legs and Sci
entific Bug had to build the
Hot Airline Railroad" which
cauied slump in the Dan Patch
Line" And to think" said he
one morning as he spilled out his
troubles into the ears of his friends,
Il have been offered some of the
finest jobs in the country. Why it
was only the other day that l was
offered a job as interpreter at Ellis
Islad, as you know [ can talk forty
different languages, but [ refused as
I could not bear to leave my friends
that | have known for years and go
80 far away and be among strang-
ers. but the last blow was more
than could bear, when an OK
teamster was brought out and in
troduced to me as my next guide.
Now get me right, this pal of mine