The Twin Falls times. [volume] (Twin Falls, Idaho) 1905-1916, 1913-07-18
WHO STOLE The ICE CREAM !?
Bold. Bad Man Swiped Ice Cream mt
Jarbidge, the 4th.
Jarbidge. New. July 10 1919

Jarbidge, New, July II, 1913.
From time immemorial, or there
| abouts,' said Society Red on the
| Fourth, there have been momentuous
questions for the free and unlimited
coinage of a libertyloving people to
SETTLE" | don't know what he means
| by that-and there's no law to compel
a politician to explain what he says
on the Fourth of July--but the QueS-
| ton that is now putting a gray hair
or two in the heads of some of the
Jarbidge ladies is who stole the ice
cream?"
So absorbed have they become with
the above query that for a day or two
WELL for half minute anyway-the
still unsettled question, who spiked
the punch?" was orgotten-almost.
The ladies decided to have a real
old-fashioned celebration on the
Fourth, celebration which would
amuse the young and the old and the
Twins" There were races and sports
of all kinds (including a gay old sport
from Twin Falls) in the afternoon,
and a concert and dance in the even
ing.
And all, including delicious refresh
ments, was free.
That's what hurts the ladies' feel
ings. Everything-seatso on the grand
stand for the races, dancing, concert
and refreshments-wa free.
And yet someone stole the ice
cream.
What's more, he stole it before it
was ice cream. The proper ingredi-
ents were mixed together, put in the
innermost receptacle of the freezer,
and ice placed around it. All that it
lacked was putting salt on the ice and
turning the crank to slow music. That
was to come later.
But a bold bad man came sooner.
Maybe he wished the ice cream to
"cool his fevered brow" as the lady
poet puts it, but the chances are he
had been drinking spiked punch and
had started a fire down where the
Wurzburger flows. He must have
been an amateur boozer at that, for
anyone with experience knows that
when a fire starts in the region south
west of the solar plexus the best thing
for it is ice water-not ice cream.
Twas the morning after the night be-
fore that one with experience swal
lowed a gallon of ice water in two
gulps and a gurgle and put himself on
record, saying: 'No blamed teetotaller
ever knew how good water tastes"
Possibly the thief was a big-hearted
fellow who, thinking he was feeling
bette rafter histing a few, wanted to
spike the ice cream as the punch had
been spiked.
But no matter what his object was,
the fact remains that bold bad man
stole the ice Cream-and stole it be-
fore it was ice cream. That's the only |
side of the matter the ladies can see
just now. There may be a joke to it, |
but the ladies have not started to
smile about it-yet.
No doubt the bold bad man felt |
pretty sore himself when, after cart
ing the heavy freezer half way up
Bear creek Chats where it was
found he opened it up and discovered |
he had been too previous. There was
ice and cream all right, all right-but |
no ice cream.
But who was the bold bad man? The |
one who answers that can live on the |
fat of the land for the next few weeks
and put twenty-five big iron dollars |
in the bank besides.
Every man in camp is trying to |
prove an alibi-and the stronger his |
alibi, the more suspicion points her
finger at him.
JAMES F. O'BRIEN.