The Pensacola journal., 1913-03-20
ON THE SPUR OF
THE MOMENT.
BY Roy x. MouIton.

SUMMER.
Oh, how I love the summer time,
I'm glad I am alive
When good old Mr. Fahrenheit
Is touching ninety-five.
have no anthracite to buy,
shovel off no snow,
do not have to wear earmuffs,
Wherever / may go.
do not slip and jar my bones
Upon the Icy walk,
Or hear the oldest resident
Give his cold weather talk.
It's simply heaven to perspire,
It's great to take a run
For nineteen miles or so
Out In the blazing sun.
It makes ambition stir within
My large upholstered frame
To be parboiIed and melted down,
It makes me yearn for fame.
When suffocating weather comes
never care to shirk>
The only notion that I have
Is to dig in and work.
OF 1t never tire.
But still. I think that can hear
You softly whisper Liar"
From the HickeyviIIe Clarion.
T. Egbert Peavey is what might be
called a cosmopolitan. His shirt has
got an initial letter ''H' on the sleeve
his undercIothes is marked ID. L. W.
and the initials cut in the inside band
of his hat Is ct. X He has evidently
travelled around some. The new trim
mer says all blonds is not SO bad as
painted. and, by gravy, we don't see
how they could be.
Rev. Hanks of the Hard Shell meet
in house has got the greatest collec-
ton OF counterfeit money In this
country, and he is afraid to go travelin
for fear he will be arrested for "shov-
cling the queer" He can't tell bad
money from good, but evidently most
of his congregation can. Hi Higgins
reports good froggin' down Sqazey
Creek way. Hank Tumms ate four
teen dozen legs at one sitting this
week and several fellows is getting a
square meal for the first time since
rabbit season last fall. HI has got q
new and swift way to catch frogs. He
tickles the frog under the left foreleg
with q straw and the frog laughs and
opens his mouth. and then Hi takes an
atemizer and sauirts the frogs mouth
full Of snuff and the frog sneezes him.
self to death. This is more humane
than hitting same with club or spear
ing same with an old rusty table fork
fastened to a ffshpole, as has been the
custom around these parts.
Mr. and Mrs. Anson Frisby, the
leaders OF the smart set of polite So
ciety, hav got new iron dog in their
front yard which is so true to life that
Dog Catcher Hiram Sphinx tried to ar
rest 1t the other day for not having s
license tag. but couldn't lift it into
his wagon.
Business is so dull and folks around
here have got so gol durn mutch
longevity that Undertaken Amos Butts
is dickering with one Of our parcel
post delivery fellers, and may sell him
the hearse to use for a delivery wagon
William Tihbitts said a hearse would
be quite appropriate for some of our
rural delivery fellows, because they
never get dead and can't take much
pleasure In readin' them. Old Man
Hicks lost his wooden leg in the good
roads south of town yesterday and is
trying to get somebody to dive for it.
Hicks is using a scythe smath now for
his or leg. but don't like it, as it makes
him walk crooked, and folks is apt to
get a false impression. Hicks never
takes drink unless he is alone or
with somebody
Renfrew Binks, our station agent,
had his nose broke by a mail sack
which was throwed out of the SIT last
Thursday night and a mail sack from
the TAT Knocked the chimney off the