The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1916-02-18

have ever had to show my preference
for you, and IL merely told you
appreciate you the evidence would
not be so tangible as II / served q
chicken and oyster dressing. carrot
pudding will do as substituted
Don'tsyou think | am brave to single
you out from all the others and tell
you that / know your WORTH" That
would be enough. Albert would fix
the rest. You wouldn't have to hit
him over the head to get 1t to sink
in.
A Dry Farmer =
But all the girls can't get the same
farmer, and duce of time there
would be II they did. There's Alma
Norman, who owns dry farm north
of McDonaldvile. He has a record
for raising % tons of sugar beets
per acre on irrigated land, and that
means over hundred dollars an
acre. When a man gets three figures
in his crop yield per acre he Is an
interesting subject and worthy OF
study. Alma is one of the rising men
Of the west side, and we agree to
keep tab on his doings for the COM
ing season, but we should find It
more interesting IL he had a partner
in fixing up his place; one who would
be training a vine up over the
window. We're long on vines and
shrubs, and somebody ought to be
studying Alma at short range.
A Good Rustler
Frank Hansen is the youngest OF
the Hansen boys and a royal good
fellow, but bashful perhaps. If not
bashful, then modest might express
1t. All the Hansens are good rustlers
and the girl who chooses Frank is
going to be hooked up with a good
family lineage. Those that know
Frank need no further assurance of
his worth, and those that don't know
him ought to be scraping up an &C
quaintance.
A Sheep Man
Talking about Franks, there is
Frank McKenna. He lives at Mcken-
noville, a suburb of McDonaldville,
near the end Of the car line out Of
Groveland. McKenna is a sheep
man, and who wouldn't be proud Of
the title when wool is soaring at
three or four pounds for dollar, and
sheep in demand on every farm as
weed killers and fortune makers!
Frank is fine fellow, and If girl
is shy she might go to see Franks
sisters, nightly fine people, and smile
with him across the dinner table. If
Frank shows anxiety about the high
cost of living, tell him the story Of
the Oregon boy who got up scheme
to quit farming and make fortune
gathering the wool from the barbs
of the wire fences where the sheep
had passed. Play up the story as a
great venture, and he will sit up and
say, well, how did he come out?"
Then you say, Just like anybody
else does that quits farming and goes
he didn't amount to continental.
Some Honey Men
But we have been overlooking the
sweets. There are the Weber
brothers and J. H. Stoneman, all
honey men. Taking the Webers first,
they are really very discouraging
prospects because they seem so per-
fectly happy single. But you can't
always tell. There is the old story
of the little boy who whistled to
keep up his courage, and who knows
but that Fred and Harry Weber are
little boys grown up! Try them,
girls, you can't miss it.
AS to Mr.. Stoneman, he is more
serene. A fellow who knows his
worth and thinks it will be recog-
nized in time, has to be studied from
that viewpoint What Mr.. Stoneman
doesn't know about bees isn't worth
knowing. Nobody has ever seen him
lose his temper. He is sound, gentle,
and will stand without hitching. He
has a fine car which he rides all
alone, and that in itself is wrong.
Can't some girl sprain her ankle go
ing up the road when his car is
coming, and get a lift There is
no telling what might follow.
A Man With Cold Feet
Our Desert correspondent tells
a hout a hache1or there who frOoZo