Bisbee daily review., 1917-10-21
Not .'As Man to Man., But
 The Commonplace Existenc OfAn UnruIy yNeUspaperC Cub

GU nlo aNNthNAOhs II OA purple and green brocaded silk, silk tassled; with collar, cuffs and facings of black grograin. The cub paused, thought how pleasant if Santa Calus should drop that particular robe into his stocking about two months hence est. Louis, Mamaroneck, New York, and Dallas, Texas, papers please copy), and started once more for the book he wanted. But the pajama man dashed up with a packet in his hand and halted him.
 The or Kit Bag
 Look at this" he cried. Here's something for you to send to a friend in one of the training camps. It's a heavy kahki roll which doesn't take up a bit of room, sells for s5, and contains soap box. foot powder, hair brush. comb. tale, shaving soap. a housewife adhesive plaster, dental cream, tooth brush, safety razor alarming wool, steel mirror, and lots of other things"
 I'm saving up for Liberty bond the cub replied with dignity, and be ! sides, I'm expecting to have some body send ME one of these Kits be fore long" Then, after a pause: q tell you what, mister: I'll take on of i 'em along with me now, and without using it, I'll write you a peach of a testimonial. Great stuff for advertis ing, you know"
 : But the pajams man remarked cold ly that the P. D. wasn't in the patent medicine business, so the cub went his way unknitted.
 Women and Baskets On the path to the book place he ran into group of women examining what he took to be bird cage.
 Where's the canary?" he demand ed
 | What canary?" one of the women asked
 : For the cage, of course" said the { cub.
 Some of the women smiled; one oi them laughed. There isn't any hird and this isn't bird cage" she stated Its a work basket of Chinese bam boo. Really, now; isn't it a dainty thing? Lok at the network of colored bamboo under the flower design o the cover-don't you like it?" i Great day in the morning, lady, cried the cub; do I look like I spen my time sewing for the Red Cross l can't tell styles in sewing baskets! Next thing you'll be trying to sell mt one"
 "Oh, mo-" she sad sweetly; but dC look at some of the rest of our bas kets. There, See that one of Ca nadian sweet grass. with places fo- needles. thread and scissors. AnC look at this small Philippine basket neat and trim looking. And please please enthuse over this little on, covered with Chinese silk"
 'Fll do nothing of the sort" saiC the cub; but what's that odd-lookins basket with the Japanese tapestry cover? Is that for sewing. too?"
 "Yes, and it's the only one of it. kind we have" she replied Then half-audibly: Its very reasonable too"
 T Wrap it up,' ordered the cub. i There was a wait, of course, fol the package. Let me show you some cunning little Chinese good luck dogs" said the lady who laughed at tractively; and in a moment the cul had added one of the hand-painte.. pups to his purchases. Guess I'll ge a book I'm after while you do up thes, things for me-" he announced, walk ing across to the revolving shelve. where fiction was displayed Ht tucked Emma McChesney" Gin bool form) under his arm, paid for it, anc went back for his basket and his dog , What in the world can I do witt these blamed things?" he asked, al he took the bundle.
 q don't know, and don't mucl care" said the lady who had laughed You half-challenged me to sell yol something, and I never take a darei'
 "Darn!" blurted the cub in parting
 Once outside, the entrance of tn; postoffice gave him a happy thought He crossed the square, entered tn, building. addressed and stamped hi:
 
 been so awfully pleased with him O late. and dropped itiinto the mails Then. book. crackers and cheese ir hand. he deprted for home to satisfy his digestive system and to give his curious mind a chance of learning just how much he and Mrs. McChes ney's fictitious youngster have ir common.
 Prosaic afternoon