The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1916-04-07
THE HIRED MAN

Soon we may expect the corn sea-
son and then the roastin' ear time is
not far away. Then we can determine
readily the females superiority over
the male. The Hired Man never saw
boy who could eat cone without
getting it all over his clothes, while
little girl can glide along on roller
skates and eat three cones and never
touch her dress with drop. Same
way with the roastin' ear: boy always
gets butter in his ear when eating corn
off the cob while the little girl gnaws
away and hardly ever gets it on her
nose, even.
The Hired Man stood for minute
on the streets one day last week and
heard two fellows discussing new
kind of automobile running around.
They poked all sorts of fun at it be-
cause it is cheap. They would not
have anything but genuine jam-up
$500 car, equipped with everything
that makes motoring superb. don't
know for sure but have an idea that
one or both of these fellows owe
Compton four bits for repairs on their
old bicycle that IS no longer runable.
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The best we can do. we have to al
low for some things. The Hired Man
never saw candidate as radical in Of
hce as he was when making the cam
paign. / have never seen a church
member as useful as he said he was
going to be the night he joined.
never have seen a member leave one
church and go to another that ever
found half the difference the devil had
made him suppose. and l have never
yet seen a member leave church ow
ing to tn number of hypocrites he had
unearthed therein. that did not joir
hands with larger percentage o.
these same insects out in the worlC
where he went when leaving tn,
church. Few preachers ever work a.
hard as they intimate in the applica
ton letter and they wonder how tn
writers of all those good letters of re
commentator ever found out all TIL,
good about themselves. If there wa
any romance connected with the Mon
day mornings buds washing, the CIR
would do it instead of playing ant
singing well work til Jesus comes
while mother tolls on for the blueinl
stage of the game.
There can be but little doubt abou
God loving us. There is much, how
ever, that shows that He has som
plans He is working out that must no
be frustrated even by His love for tn
race. The thought that God loves II
has been the refuge in all ages. 1t ha
eased down the walls of the insan
asylum, smoothed the terrors of tn
operating table and deprived death c
its sting and robbed the grave of il
boosted victory. 1t has enabled us t
bear insult and poverty, chagrin an
disappointment. The afflicted hav
been made to laugh at scorn and pal
and see flowers hid in the patch {
weeds. A maniac, raving in paddle
cell, wore himself out with his mutte
ings and being Gained for the hou
seized piece of chalk and wrote tn
on the floor of his cell:
could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchmei
made;
Was every stem on earth Quill,
And every man scribe by trade;
To write the Love of God would dra
the ocean dry,
Nor could the scroll contain Il
whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky
To "The Sick One" let the Hir,
Man send this little wireless messag
Write me personally and sign yo
name and I will be glad to correspol
with you and help you see that y,
have not been neglected by the Faith
in Heaven just because he is appa
entity silent while you suffer. Thi
is place in the Fathers kindly pl
that anticipates your suffering in F
love. would be glad to correspo
with every invalid in the state.
An irate citizen called the Hir
Man by phone this week and said Il
certain band of sheep passi
through this region had left trail
dead dogs. His own dog had &c
the poison route. A neighbor "
aroused by the disappearance of v
liable watch dog. Upon Investigate
it has been foun.l that this is the pr
tice Of some sheep herders and Il
this part of the state has been ma
to suffer much from this evil. I
Hired Man does not see how the sh,
men expect to get away with II.
course the poor sheep are not
blame for what the herdcrs do. nett
will the poor dogs be to blame
what their masters do. The sa
bands of sheep that went this way
the mountains will return this v
next fall, by which time the Hi
Man hopes, Of course. that all this I
matter will have been forgotten.