Omaha daily bee., 1917-04-01
Comb Honey
Bv EDWARD BLACK.
The Old Home Town.

OF life is a visit back TO the old home
town after an absence of years. A
ride from the depot in a motor-drivcfi
vehicle bearing the trade name OF a
pcace-loving, well-to-do Detroit citi-
zen is a feature OF the occasion. The
rickety old bus of your memory is
disintcgrating somewhere in the vi
lagc. 1t was a good old bus in its
time, but it done broke down. A
ride in it reminded you of the an
atomical divisions you learned in the
physiological lessons at the village
school. The driver always had a
CHEEKY word and the lantern he car
ried, had a sort of welcome-to-our-
city suggestion. Today you hnd
motor bus with a pair OF glaring
headlights and horn that would
waken dinotl,erium. You wander
along Main street ir search OF Ia
miliar places and faces.
Over yonder is a large square
house set back in a clump OF trees.
That is the house where you were
born. The wooden walk OF your
memory has been replaced by con-
crete surface. The old oak tree in
front of the house still stands as in
the days when you basked beneath
its cooling boughs, or frightened your
folks by climbing TO its topmost
branches. THE little wondow where
the sun came peeping in at morn,
brings back memories of the long
ago. Beneath the kitchen window is
the spot where your mother. placed
her pies to cbol on box. Other ten
der retrospcctions are flashed upon
the screen OF memory as you step
from scene to scene.
As you wander on and on, the old
school house looms up as if TO greet
friend Of yesterday. In this school
YOU learned that the earth is round
and is covered by land, water and
the Platte river. You recall the times
YOU recited "a soldier OF the legion
was dying in Algiers,". or Listen, my
children, and you shall hear of the
midnight ride of Paul Revere3 Your
favorite teacher is married to John
Fenncr. Your recollections of John
were that he could not move fast
enough to catch cold, let, alone catch
ing wife. Visions of John, dancing
in the cornfeld with stalk for a
partner, fit through your mind. John
Just stuck to the soil and was not as
slow as some folks thought. He is
selling hogs at SIS hundred, im-
merses himself every week in regu-
lar bathtub, has an electric milking
machine, plows with tractor and is
talking of learning to play banjo.
1t is refreshing to wander back to
the old home town and browse
around among the places and faces
that you have known.
INSTALLATION.
Visualize a full grown man singing
these words OF the refrain OF popu-
lar song:
Everybody loves baby, that's why
Pm in love with you,
Pretty baby, pretty baby;
And I'd like to be your sister,
brother, dad and mother, too,
Pretty baby, pretty baby.
Won't you come and let Inc rock you
in my cradle of love'
And we'll cuddlc all the time. Obi
want lovin' baby and it might
as well be you,
Pretty baby Of mine"
Would It
Be right to say that a seamstress
might know few things about the
seamy side of lifes
Height Of Disappointment
Is to be seven miles frcm the near
est box Of matches, fill your pipe anc
then miss FIRE with your last match
Slippers.
New French Slipper Salon" read
a local ad. Which reminds US OF tn,
old-fashioncd slipper salons OF whicl
we we're one OF two attendants.
Visit and Search.
We hear much these days about til
right OF visit and search in connectio
with the freedom OF the seas. VIVA
we want to know is whether this rigll
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