The mirror., 1913-10-09
Farm Machinery Notes
By Marco Polo

Alexander Eli Bernstein, (accent on the
Eli) our shipping clerk, has been absent
from his desk since Wednesday celebrating
his New Years. Question: he cele-
brates New Years in October, when will he
celebrate the 4th of July.
We have two new additions to the cleri-
cal force of this Office. One of them will
take up the duties heretofore discharged by
Carl o., who soon expects something ito
drap.' The other, who has been christen-
ed the question mark, will assist accountant
Carruthers.
At school last Monday night. Glass of
geography in session. Subject of lesson:
Prehistoric monuments and other features
of the landscape in Minnesota.
Teacher: Jones, mention a familiar
object of prominence which can be distin
guished from distance on the landscape
of Minnesota.
Jones: Doctor Newman!'
of that of the Minnesota brand, is COM
puted to be at fifteen years, so one naturally
wonders, considering the farming popula-
tion of the State and our endless output, to-
gether with the continued demand for the
"Minnesota" where do they all go to?
In few days, an army of salesmen under
s.,c< ,f Is ~
Sales Department, will be let loose all
over the State, closing contracts with deal
ers and agents for 1914 deliveries. We are
pleased to note that our eli will be one
of the number and therefore feel confident
in guaranteeing that the sales of Tongue
Trucks will treble that of the past season.
An echo from the recent Wardens inter-
views: Applicant (member of the Wash
ington contingency ''Sir, am employed
in the paint shop, but the work is too hard
for me, and ask you to please change me
to some other task-I am not use to hard
labor
Warden: "Young man, we have no
hard labor here, but, go and see the doctor
III act upon his report.
Scene 2nd. Doctors Office. Usual sick
call.
Applicant: "Good morning doctor, the
Warden referred me to you for an examina-
ton. You see, Sir, IN doing hard labor
in the paint shop and l can t."
Doctor: ''Sorry my boy, can't do any
thing for you. Write to the Judge who
sentenced you-Next.''
With no thought of criticizing / am
prompted to observe that certain sections
in columns of this organ wear at times a
lonesome aspect. Why, may ask, does,
''Bobbles,' the inimitable, cease his role
of dope dispenser of the burning question
of the day, especially at this acute moment
on the eve of the titanic contests between
two of the master minds in the arena of
baseball? His explanations that the season
is waning and that Jack Frost will soon put
quietus on the reverberating huzzas ofthe
grand stands will not hold water. Forsooth
lis it not fact that the greatest games of
baseball have been fought round the CHEEKY
glow of the stove? Isn't it fact that the
winter dopester remains the one dependable
link connecting the glorious past with the
greater future? No, my dear Bobbles,
"Othellos occupation is -" not gone,
so buckle up old ironsides, and-bunch
your hits! Then, there that noble Indian!
Isn't it time that he should bury the hatch
ct; twang his lore and help us to forget our
worst and remember our best? Come Chief!
Here's the pipe of peace-take deep
Whit and Letter go! We miss you deed
we do. 1 see, also, that the old war horse
Blackstone after whetting our appetites
with his chronicles of barrack rooms and
valorous deeds in the field of action shows
inclinations of soldiering!-but in differ
ent manner to that implied in his racontes.
Pieta Signori! (Have pity Sirs).