Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1913-01-17
Copyright. 1911, by North American Pres
SYndscate.O

O~AN cNvG0l u u az VIC AoNS
or ninety miles an hour and wait
At crossings for the common walk
ing duffer.
And then, again, III all the gents
Who WELD. the razor wOuld commence.
On New Years day. a silent con-
temptation
Or all events and never crowd
The atmosphere with talk that's loud.
Monopolixing all the conversation.
And il the girl clerks i'm the stores
Would swear off treating us as bOres
And conductors yell SO We could un-
derstand 'em,
And would not give the doubtful stare
At every coin that's paid for fare
And v bite the nickeIs that we
hand 'em.
And If the laundryman would swear
That no collars they would tear
Nor starch the handkerchiefs so stiff
and rigid.
That 1t seems just like 1t We're kin
Unto a sheet ~ roofing tin
Nor forget to send our shirts whea
w~eather's frigid.
And if the bunch of city dads
Would swear to try and earn the scads
They're paid for sitting in the coun-
ell meeting.
And II In every trolley car
The company would go SO far
As to provide some better way of
heating.
II these pipe dreams should e'er come
true
The nance will hen be given you
Your native town to take some hon
est pride in.
Twill be the only perfect n
That can be found beneath the sun:
A very pleasant village to reside in.
GOOD ENOUGH FOX ME.
1 wouldn't be a millionaire ~a-hoarding
up my wealth.
And eatin' patent breakfast food to
fOrtify my health.
1 wouldn't live in q bonlbproof tower
and be q scared grandee:
A humble job In this old town is good
enough. for me.
l wouldn't be a president and fight
the mighty trust,
And In no hall of fame will you e'er
see my marble bust.
! don't want any great big job that
brings a princely fee.
My envelope in this old town is good
enough for me.
I'm glad l amt no titled read and
wear no kingly crown.
A-dOdGin' of the bombshells or a short
cut to renown.
When i go out a-ridin' in a livery rig.
you see
There amt no cuss with dynamite a.
goin' to blow up me.
I sit down to my pork chops in the
beanery each day,
There amt no dope put in my grub to
spirit me away.
There amt no lila nihilist a-fixin'
up my tea,
And quiet life in this old town is good
enough for me.
amt got no ambition now to be a
millionaire
! don't care if 1 never move or travel.
h the use of wandering? There's
plenty here to see.
The COINS on In this old town are swift
enough for me.
!. FROM THE HICKEYVII.LE
sCLARION.
It makes a TELLER hot under the COL
lar. after he hasswritten a beautiful
pOme to his sweetheart. the village
pOarancc and her having black locks.
to find that since he saw her last she
has changed from q brunei to a
blonde. The water works was busted
down Ave days last week and nobody
knew It. Joe Mulhatten might have
been somewhat OF . liar In his day. hut
he never had anything on Hank
I4lmms of this Village. "A lot Of fellers
who know what the baseball score L.
don't know what his wife IL going to
Tor supper.
=. william Hanks IL taking q much
needed rest from his duties at the Tib-
bits store. He will make an extended
trip through the west and will not be
back until day after tomorrow. Abner'
HtckS was seen driving last Sunday