The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1915-11-03
HOME TOWN

shine. Among Jno lnndDltdIlCS dIe IHe
fat boy called Skinny" pigtailed sweet
hearts who turn up their noses and run
away, the preacher who asks after the
health of every member Of the family by
name, the school teacher, the gang, and
grandma, and the dog. Roses bloom there
in gardens behind the fence palings along
the street. Folk walk leisurely and speak
to each other in passing. The church bells
of Sunday morn call youth and innocence
to come and sit in square pew with
door to it and at peppermint drops and
doze and sleep on the edge OF starched
collar. It has "deepo" to which go small
boys to watch the trains roll up grandly
and snort and pass on. It is usually sum-
mer there, although there are clustering
DAYS when the sleighbells jangle- "chlnk +!
chink! chink v'-and the sleighs pass with
incredible swiftness, the small boys stand
ing on the extended runners in the rear
and riding off to glory. The seasons for
doughnuts and marbles and punkin pie and
kites and Christmas cookies and hoop-roll-
ing and Halloween and Valentine day and
raisin bread and Skinny are religiously OBJ
served.
Yes, Home Town is around the bend on
the road to Yesterday. 1t is well and fav-
orably known to most of those who live IN
cities and departments Home town is a
wonderful observation-disclosures City Star.
We never hear knocker knocking busily
but that we hope he will miscalculate and
hit his thumb good and hard.
Would it be possible in these days OF
strong neutrality, to convince any intel
ligent youngster that he had the German
measles?
We don't in the least mind being COM
manded to love our enemies, but we do re-
fuse to act as though we were positively
crazy about them.
There's certain fitness in the chief OF
the Minneapolis fire department announc-
ing that his favorite poem is the Crema-
ton of Sam Niece.
Young man, play your game. Ask no
sympathy. Keep your face to the front
Blame no one else. Play a mans part
Keep your lips still-and smile. DR.
Hills
If a person will only get himself buried
he will escape auto accidents, bandits,
germs and adverse criticism, we are told.
We're not just sure that even then ned
escape the last mentioned.
Sarah Bernhardt celebrated her seven
tieth birthday anniversary last week. Hav-
ing gotten this celebration off her mind
Sarah will probably begin to think of an
other farewell tour to America.
Patsy Cahill boasts fine lot of Guinea
pigs and finer lot of Belgian hares. Now
what in the world is Patsy doing with this
sort of animals. Argus.
Probably he'll make Irish stews.
Some time when you want to write out
an acrostic, try this and see what you get:
Rampant, obstreperous, overbearing, SEN
sational, egotistical, voluble, erratic, lin
guistic, tiresome. Herald.
We only received half of Sam Gordon
paper this week, but SO long as it was the
editorial half we're not going to kick siren
scrappy Sam of the editorial columns.
We are not of an envious spirit but there
do envy most ungodly. We envy Sheriff
Hassenstab his avoirdupois and Harry
West his ability to write court story.
The Morton Enterprise tells sad story
of an Olivia lad who was struck in the
waist" by Tapping automobile crank,
and "the bone was broken in two places"
Did said lad wear an American Lady or a
Gossard?
The Pioneer Press credits II. H. Flowers
to the second Congressional district. We
would ask the Press to remember that we
have plenty Of good politicians OF our own
in this district, and ask the other districts
to share their aspirants with us not at all.
A supposed culinary expert blew into
Minneapolis last week and proclaimed that
all the praise that is given Mothers cook-
ing is undeserved She said mother didn't
know much about cooking The old fash
toned mothers didn't have any French