Yerington times. [volume] (Yerington, Nev.) 1907-1932, 1914-01-03
NOT A SORROWER IN THE
COMMUNITY.

son from the faces of everyone met
on the main street OF the city prompt
ed the Hired Man to start search
less frequented trails IN quest |
of a single case of sorrow or suffer
ing. and the usual haunts of misery |
and repentance were sought with the
aid of the old Greek lantern. The
city's Hooch Cow was visited and
found to be untenanted; the county
bastile was next, and not one mlser
able could be found there; the county
hospital was next on the trail and here
it was confidently expected would be
met at least one case of sorrow or OF
suffering. And this is what he found:
The little man who fell off a load OF
hay last fall-and is suffering from
partial Notwithstanding? Not
much! but cheerful and happy and still
building castles for the day when he
can get back to that ledge and dig out
his pile The old man with both lungs
nearly gone, and heart badly affected
from years of dust and powder smoke
Gloomy? not any; but devourine
every work on geology so as to be for
tiled with knowledge for the day he
is released, and can go back to the
Golconda where just one more shot
will reveal the treasury where Nature
has kept him for these centuries the
| hord that will make STATIONS gold
look like a poor grubstake. And the
grey-haired giant, whom the pioneers
remember digging out of a cavern
when the camp was young, and who
| for more than a decade has lived in 4
wheel-chair; here, surely, was one
who had reason to be sad. But was
he? Not at all; his blue eyes are as
bright and his smile just as cheerful
as though there was not a pain nor a
sorrow in all the world. But then, al
last, here is "Jim-Jim the moody and
the silent, who never talks and seldom
nods'-Jim would reward the Hired
| Mans search for sorrower. And
| dinner was announced-roast turkey
and cranberry sauce, parsley and Gel
cry, pies, cakes and holiday pudding
and everybody laughed-everybody
except Jim-until a visiting Samaritan
produced phial containing liquid
of the color of the blood of men,
which Jim quaffed, and then his eye,
grew bright and his tongue loosened
and on being asked what the liquid
was Jim answered;
ME boy, that liquid is the necta
that Jupier brewed on Olympus ant
gave to the Greeks to drink; and they
Immediately became Gods. 1t is the
same wassail that Thor brewed in the
Scandinavian woods and gave to hi
woodchoppers at the Feast of TIL
Winter, and their woodchopper tool,
became pixies and battle-axes, and the,
whit on frolic south and on the way
PLAYED shuttlecock and battledore wiC
the thrones av Europe, and they kicked
over the Athenaeum, and the Forum
and the Temple and the Arena, and
made of Jupiter a plowman and Jason
a sheepherder, Apollo a BARTENDER
Mercury a shoeshner, Vaynus bis
uit-shooter, Hercules foreman of a
wreckin' train, and all the rist av the
Gods section tarriers, snow-birds and
desert rats. 1t is the same poteen
that Ossian brewed in Thier-nanOge
and produced race of champions
champions of athletics, champions OF
war, champions of politics, champions
of Christianity. 1t is the same that
brewers son dipped a pen in and
wrote Magma Charta. 1t is the same
that a French geni gave lot of gal
lev slaves to drink in the cellars of the
Rue Saint Antoine and they jumped
up and sang and danced, and in their
glee kicked down the gates of the
Bastie and tangoed through the halls
of the Tuilleries, stepping on the
queens pet corn and the kings neck
and next morning they played crokay
wild both royal heads, and the same
evening buried Tyranny and Oppres-
sion with the king and queen in the
same grave It's the same elixer that
kept life and energy in Washington's
min at Bunker Hill and Monmouth,
and Valley Forge; that made Paul
Jones' min invincible and Jackson's
unconquorable 1t was the same that
made the name of "moonshine,' en-
abled us old boys with Stonewall
Jackson in the Carolinas enjoy our
three fights day and one meal a
week; and that again, in east Tenne-
see, made our record of marching
three days and putting up winnin
fight on the morning of the fourth
on three fingers of moonshine and six
inches of sorgham cane; and that gave
us the reputation that, though we
might fail to take an enemy's position,