Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-06-22

awake nights II IS why the habitual bored
expression of the native has changed tC
one with a smile that won't come off; II is
why the wrlghtstown smokers blow out
dollar marks instead Of rings.
wRIGHTsTowN RIGHT IN IT
I'VE just naturally can't help being one
Of the richest cities in tho East" 1t was
Wrightstowns leading citizen. who Cpoke
John A. Smith by name, the proprietor OF
the corner grocery store and the postmaster
TO boot, to say nothing Of his being the
brother 70 Brose Smith, the owner Of the
only hotel and bar in the place.
"Tako myself. for instance" this modest
w. I'm only a fourth.class postmaster now;
but by the time this here town gets through
ErowiuE--if II ever does, which l doubt
I've just got to be n first-class one. Can't
help myself--it's only natural.
"Thirty-sx thousand men are planning 20
come TO this here place some time in Sep
tember. Them thirty-six thousand men
ought TO bring $4,000 more persons, and
then some. I'll tell you, wrightstown is
made--put on the map--and there ain't one
Of its 200 inhabitants who amt on TO that
fact"
Uncle Sam, according TO the natives came
10 WriFhtstown wei heelcd with money,
and II the land that he wanted was planted
out in precious crops he didn't hesitate to
pay as much as S33 an acre for It, Need
less to say, the farmers were patriotic and
yielded 10 his offers
But Uncle Sam is only one Of the many
who are itching to get their hands on
Wrghtstown property.
BUT IT'S wRTGHTSTOwN'S MELON"
Garage men, moving picture men, pro-
prctOrs Of ice-crcnm pariors, merchants Of
every description and variety have taken
out options on town property which has
been standing idle for years And every
tra ~, ta pf 40
camorlng to ge in on the bonanza that the
town has become But Wrightstown only
smiles II Is their melon this time and
they intend to make the most Of it,
Most eCstatic Of all is the grin on the
face Of tho fat barkeep Of the Brick Hotel,
the same belonging TO the aforementioned
Brose Smith. The Brick has the only
booze license issued in the town, and despite
the fact that the lips that touch liquor
can no longer belong to a man in uniform,
the barkeep has his hopes
Think Of the transicnts" he said over
and over again, licking his lips as though
the words tasted good we don't have to
bother with the soldiers and we're not going
to. The boss has already said that moth
ing is TO be sold In bottles-only what goes
over the counter. This town is going to be
kept decent, that's what"
PROBLEM OF BOOZE
The recent order that no saloon may be
within n radius Of less than two miles Of
an army camp, however puts a problem up
suuarely 10 the Brick, which is only a mile
away. But according to Major Williams
he has received no instructions in regard
to this matter as yet.
Sixty thousand inhabitants in six
months" Is a phrase that you hear on every
lip, coupled with the plant of the busy
housewife, Where in the name of Heaven
are we going to put the people?"
Snare being rid un.' Cots
are being purchased. The price of board
has gone up and dning-room tables and
pantry shelves are being viewed in favor
able light as emergency sleeping places for
the family when the hordes, gold in their
hands, come bearing down upon the little
Jersey village, demanding roof and shelter
near the "sojer" boys.