Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-02-06

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able testimony to the fact that the rising genera
ton occasionally gets back to Mother Earth even
in the private city streets peSsimstS TO the con-
trary notwithstanding. He has been having
great time. ST Valentines night is almost as
much fun as Halloween! Valentines? Sure, he's
been giving valentines-but they aren't exactly
the kind Sister Lu little Jane received.
He's presented the almond-eyed Celestial down
at the corner with most touching reminder OF
how he looks when he irons shirt-and he's had
a thrilling hair-breadth escape from the aforesaid
washee-washee, who couldn't see it as joke at
all Pshaw, a Chinaman never could run, anyway!
Then there old Peanut Caruse who kept the
fruit stand the opposite corner. Poor, ex-
citahe old Dago! If there hadn't have been quite
so may little American devils in the gang he
might have run one of them down and gotten his
revenge. But If he did what would become OF
his peanuts and his smooth, sleekly-polished ap-
pies in the meantime, with all those other little
pests swarming around and yelling like Comanche
Indians?
And grandma and grandpa They sit quietly
by in their big armchairs and smile comp1acently
at the enthusiasm of the youngsters. In their
hearts are memories Of other St Valentines
eves-'way back in other days in the dim and dis
tant past, when they both were young and the
fever of love beat strong in their breasts. There
are valentines for them now for they are old
and gray and their of life is almost run,
and somehow st. Valentines day is day for the
lap? Can 1t be? Yes-it s-its valentine!
Grandpa has remembered. 1t is not one OF those
gaudy- painted modern ones of elaborate manu-
facture; no. but od-fashioned one of many
layers OF carved and curly-cued paper, framing
a tiny picture Of the Madonna and bearing the
simple message: BE my valentine" 1t is the
kind grandma knew and learned to love long
years ago when grandpa, then fine young
dandy as was to be found in all the country
round came sparkling her She smiles happily
and mods across at the old man, who understands
all that she feels-and remembers
In the morning the mail comes loaded
down with more valentines. Indeed, it seems just
like another Christmas to little Jane, when she
beholds his pouch full to overlooking. But he
can't see it in that light at ALL or In any other
light except that he has been Juggling that blamed
old pouch for ten squares. leaving something at
almost every door, and the darned old thing is
heavier than when he first started out with it.
Christmas is bad enough and the people who
made these fool holiday stunts ought to be salts.
fed with plagueng mail men once year; but
instead, they don't give him time to recover from
the Christmas avalanche of mail before they jam
all this crazy Valentine foolishness down bis
throat After that pouch has gotten to a re-
spectacle convenient size-so that it feels more
like a mail pouch and less like ton OF coal
the mail man may appreciate the sentimental side
OF the day. He may recall the flushed eager
faces that fairly hurled themselves almost
So6CAACSS ~ SAAe~eSA eAA0
mysterious letters from his hands. He may re-
call his own boyhood when he himself both gave
and received valentines with childish glee and
couldn't understand why in the world, on this OF
all mornings the mail Blan SO late II SO he
smiles good naturedly ard remembers that every
task, however onerous 1t may be, has its own re
ward when viewed in the right light.
Watch your newspapers St Valentines day
for one particular news item-eloping couples
who chose the day because 1t is especially Cupid's
Some years they are many IN number and some
times but few and far between But there is al
ways half-dozen at least Cupid sees to that
himself And to the lovers themselves, it is q
day of all days, for each gives himself to the other
as really truly valentine for life.