The Glenwood post., 1914-08-29

in their hearts, such is the woadrous
results Of good cooking.
And they do say that the art Of
cooking has down, with the copper
tosA boots aRd other details Of the
good old days when the Oldest inhsbi
tant was q tender infant But Why
VERY over these things vAea it is not
80, for all that is necessary is to
ramble out on the Batternilk route,
and see for yourself that our state
ments are not 20 windy - they
might be At irst thought.
One Of those spasmodic showers
came up one day last week Is We were
near MAYORS. The sudden shower
soon became a good imitation of a
clsud burst. Close to the road WAS an
old mOtherly hen that WAS trying to
keep dry q brood of half-grown chicks
any one of them being almost as large
rs she was. There she sat in the down
pour of rain, while not ten feet away
was q dry shelter of some low hanging
heavy bushes she might have gone a
little farthur and avoided being turn
ed into the appearances of q drowned
rat. Had she used her noodle q little
bit shs could have been comfortable
and dry, instead she was out in the
rain . martyr to her motherly instincts
and lack Of brain power. 1t got Us
to thinking how many people are the
saAs. They make 70 many noble sac
ri6ces and suffer all manner Of bumps
and thumps to aid others and If they
would use their head they could ae
complish just as much good and make
their own lives more easy and worth
the living. As Jimmy Doyle would
say: "a full stomach is . mighty
ane thing, but . full hedged brain and
. good noodle il darn sight better. +"
We have heard all sorts Of queer
noises and the like from the yelps Of
coyotes, the coughs and snorts of Bill
smiths threshing machine, to the
x~fu yowls Of q couple Of lighting
tom cats Aghting for the cat supreln-
acy of the jurisdictions of Sunlight,
bat never did We in al our rounds with
the U. g. mail ever prick up our ears
~ did Puneh asd Jsdy whsA the air
was AlleA With ssunds that were far
beyond classification, - was the case
Friday afternoon. When the cause of
all this racket, howell in view, We are
surprised not to have recognized this
producer of sounds all its own. But
We never dreamed that it would pene-
trate the Four Mile route, but it did,
and 'it' proved to be that automobile
that eats up the dust but fails to
suppress the noise when Lamar Ikier
is at the wheel and feeding the hungry
cylinders with gasoline. With him.
was Clarence Dougan, both armed with
shotguns and on the trail of turtle
doves. OF course they could not get
any of these pretty littlebirds, for ns.
ture would have to get busy and pro-
duce earless turtle-doves, if the boys
ever hoped to wing any doves. Or
else they had better follow out our
suggestions and slip into pair Of
gum boots and leave that car at home,
it's too hard on the quiet, tranquil
atmosphere on the R. F D.
Nels Main was out our way too, he
was armed to the teeth, and we some'
how did not have any fear of our
little favorites Of the bird family, tho
turtle dove being bagged by Nels. You
zee dear reader we have been informed
that Nels Main could not hit H. B.
Green's barn, at ten rods, and that
barn 1t 100 feet by so feet. Conss
queatly, the little doves need not
worry when he comes in view, though
- bang away with fearful explosions
Of his shot gun aimed at some fleeing
doves.
"Jersey Butter, Beaehwood Farm, A.
H. Smith," such was observed on the
wrapper Of = pound Of butter We found
in Smith 3 mail box that was addrss-
d to usfi Quite classy wrapper, and
= real classy name for Art. 4nith's
ranch. The butter passed our rigid
and severe inspection and We will say
that we speak from authority worth
while, being considered An expert N
the eating line and as judge thereof.
Hence, when we say that "Jersey
Butter" with A. H Smiths monickef
ON it, is real good butter, way up in
~1n,z &. nI~aa A huf thARN