The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-11-25

The old man wired back: Growing
disposition"
The motorist climbed out and exam
ined the gasoline tank while his wife
fussing impatiently, remained in the
car. "She's out or gasoline" an
nounced the husband. "Well," replied
the wife. After pause she voIun-
teered, do you suppose it would hurt
the old thing to run into town without
any gasoline ?"
Little Margie had heard her Sun
day school teacher speak of back
sliders and backsliding, and one rainy
Sabbath morning her mother thought
it best for her not to attend Sunday
school. "But I've just got to go,
mamma" said Margie. "Teacher says
if we do not come every Sunday our
backs will slide"
"And," continued the lecturer, az
warrant you that there is not a man
in this entire audience who has ever
lifted his finger or in any way at
tempted to stop this awful waste of
our forests and our lumber supply.
If there is | want that man to stand
up" There was slight commotion
In tha ,.aap of tbo ,.,a,,, ,xl - -
vous little man rose to the occasion
and his feet. "And now, my friend,
will you explain in just what way
you have conserved the forests of our
nation?" And with the utmost grav-
ity and sincerity the little man said:
Il have used the same toothpick
twice"
Count your blessings, count your
blessings, count them one by one
Do not measure all your blessings by
your pile of mon; il your appetite is
husky, so that you can eat half the
bosom of turkey gobbler and re-
peat; if you never feel the need of |
Pinkham's Purple Pills, then your
blessings, gentle reader, far outweigh
your ills. If you're free of litigation,
and are out of Jail, if you have no
hungry lawyers camping on your
rail, if to gain some trifiing Office
you have never run--count your bless
ngs, count your blessings, count
hem one by one!
An old negro down south who OPP
grated hack snapped his horse for
IN old cavalry charger. He was doz-
ng on the box one day awaiting a
passenger, when a man carrying a
suitcase ran out of the hotel and beck
med to the negro. 81 want to get to
he union station and Pm in a big
Jury. Can you get me there quick ?"
Yassuh, boss, All reckon All KIM"
he old darby answered, gathering up
he reins. Hop in. You see, Ah'm
ot new boss heah. He's a cabalry
oss an All doan know much erbout
i'm yit, but All specks he kin git you
t the deppo in good time" "Well,
hats lucky for me. You see, I'm
avalry officer and | know how to
andle him. Now, you holler at him
and then Charge" and
hen you want the horse to stop
oller Halt" "Yassuh, Cap'n," the
egro said. The darby pulled up the
mes and gave the first of the sug-
ested commands. When he heard
ne familiar word, Attention" the
Id horse stood ready to bolt. Then
lie negro cab driver gave the second
Charge" and the horse
lirly flew over the smooth pavement,
Raging the swaying hack behind
i'm. As the conveyance drew near
lie station the negro hollered Halt"
nd the horse came to a sudden stop.
he army officer jumped out of the
ack, with grip in hand, thanked the
d darkey and handed him crisp dol
r bill "Ah guess Ah'm got it on
1 de luther niggas, now," the old
AN chuckled as he pocketed the mon :
7. "Ah'm got a cabalry boss an
NV dat All knows how to handle i'm
h kin make mob dan a barrel ub
oney. All speck it'll take me all de
ght to count de change Ah'll make
ldurin' de day" 1t was about
eek before the negro cab driver had
nother hurry up passenger. The
assenger wanted to go to the court
'use and as he climbed in the hack
, admonished the darby to make all
'ssible haste. "Doan' you fret err
tut nah gittin' whar you wants to
}, boss the negro explained in a
assuring tone. All got an army
ISIS here an he's as fas' as lightnin'
you knows how to handle i'm. An,
oh dan dat, what it takes t handle
n Aim got" Well, the darby
mbed up on the box. He gathered