The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1917-01-30
BEAUTIFUL SNOW
YES, 1T WAS. FOR THOSE WHO
DID NOT HAVE To BE
OUTSIDE.

If you travelled east. il drove into
your face. if you progressed west. 1T
beat around your neck, and enough
Of it erept in to get down your back:
If you went either north or south, the
stuff got into your ears. Variety was
obtained by changing direction now
and then TO assure an equal distribu
ton. This stuff about the beautiful
is enough 10 make the best of citi-
zens profane-when they are out
in it.
Our n%or-easter, unlike many of our
citizens, arrived on the job early this
morning and save for one or two
brief breaks. has been Fostering the
town all day, with no apparent let up.
Estimates placed the fall at two
inches at noon. while others disputed
the figure and asserted the total was
not over on inch.
Laying all argument aside, il was
a first class storm and enough OF The
beautiful white flakes fell TO make
the kids shout with glee and to cause
adults to keep their oyercoat cellars
buttoned up around their necks.
Nearly everyone walked with head
down and some came to grief by run
ming into pedestrians coming from the
opposite direction usually to the en-
barrassment OF one, and a severe jolt
to the other.
Eunrwnna Whn bod IN a~at4gn ssfu
stop in somewhere" took advantage.
of it and there were several others
who had no excuses, but stopped in"
just the same. The motto was any
thing to dodge the drift One fell
low asserted lit was high crime 70
ask a man to be out on a day like
this" But this same man mustered
enough bravery to get down to the
poolroom. He would have come
down with the weather nice and force
of habit was too strong for him to
resist.
Those who turned corners received
the full benefit of the blast and there
were many records broken for speed
in getting into doorways or other
Ravens from the resistless march Of
the snow invader. One fellow, full Of
civic pride, asserted that "Minneapo-I
lis now had nothing on Madison, so
far as storms were concerned"
1t was beautiful snow all right,
but those who were out in it for any
length of time had their sense Of
beauty warped in short order. A
true optomist, like James Whitcomb
Riley, who said, IF the Lord opens
the heavens and sends forth rain, why
rains my choice" would make the
same break with regard to snow, but
with all due respect to the Gre
ator-who in thunder can appreciate
snow when ii ONE down the neck
in bushels.
Bushels may be a little far fetched,
but the man who hung on the corner
long enough was sure to accumulate
that amount, the number of bushels
increasing in direct ratio to the
length of time he held down the side
walk. And the flakes were as large
as a quarter so you can easily see
how long it took to secure a bushel
of them-not long, brother, not long.
Towards moor the apparent dis
gust of the ~populace manifested it,
self In many ways, among them the
dislike to even go home for dinner.
The streets were practically deserted
of the noon crowd, and those who
did go home made the distance in
much faster time than usual.
Several wives were agreeably dis
appointed at seeing hubby show up
promptly on the dot instead of wait
ing until 1890 before he put in an
appearance. Hubby failed to have
his usual midday political discussion