Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1918-09-04

Well, if your vocabulary is too linn
tied, Bish, why don't you make use OF
the dictionary ?7Fennimore Times.
The words we were thinking about,
Henry, are not in the dictionary
Bloomington Record.
1t Was To Laugh.
Are you laughing at me?" de-
manded the professor sternly of his
class.
"oh, no, sir" came the reply in
chorus.
Then" asked the professor even
more grimly, what else is there in
the room to laugh att"
"WilI / Come Backg"
A particularly true impression of
the quaint humor and simple philos-
ophy commonly found among the
less-educated Negroes of the United
States is afforded by the following:
One Negro advised another, who had
been drafted, to make a will before
going to war. 81 hain't got no use
nohow, fob dat kind of a WILL" said
the second; ode only will I cares any
thing about is, Will 1 come back?"
***
John ]. Blaine has been running
his picture with his ad for Attorney
General. John is As but uses the pic
ture of his high school days. No
reason either; John looks better now
than he did then.
X X
A current remark is that Becker,
Nagler and others recently convicted
should have known enough to keep
their mouths shut. The Mineral Point
Democrat remarks along this line
that a man with such evil thoughts
should do more thah keep silent. He
needs to pray for a new heart and
spirit. $50
Congressman James A. Frear of the
tenth district, recently let loose of a
bitter speech in the house directed
at the Milwaukee Journal. In fact
there wasn't anything too mean
James didn't say about W~isconsin's
greatest newspaper. This brings to
mind that if James had read the Jour
nal religiously he would have alb
sOrbed a lot of good American doc
trine. The Journal has stood abso-
lutely fiat on Americanism of the
highest degree right in a town where
it is safe to say Americanism hasn't
been any too popular. The Journal
has waged a battle for the elimina-
ton of the hyphen, it has fought for
the American language and not once
has it ever thrown a sop to pro-Ger-
manism. 1t has won u big with the
biggest circulation and greatest adj
vertising patronage in the state.
More power to it and-less to James
and his kind!
We'll, how's business? ?" is a ques-
ton we all hear every once in a
while. The general answer is Rot
ten and don't give a DAM" The plain
fact is that most people care less
about personal success now than they
ever did. All that most of us want
is to win the War" We expect to
make enough to keep body and soul
together and to do our share of back
ing the boys. The rest of it can wait
until they come marching home.
There is just one thing before us at
this hour and all else pales beside
it. 50
The BirdleSs Month.
Where are the sweet feathered
songsters in August? To what secret
place in copse or wood or thicket do
they fit when the sultry dog days
come and the sun rides high, like a
FURNISHED disk?
These are questions which have
been asked by bird lovers since the
day of Alexander Wilson, the father
of American ORTHODOXY. Recall the
hosts of spring-a robin or two for
every bit of lawn; a Baltimore oriole
for every other elm; the t%hrobbing,
rolling carol of the rose-breasted
grOsbeak always within earshot; the
spiritual, hymnlike recitative of the
woodthrush never far away. OF
course, the song season is past, but
the birds are still here. Migration,
except for a few warblers, has not
yet begun. Why, then, do we only
see a robin or a flicker here and
there? Why does . tramp through
the woods reveal them almost as bare
of avian activities as in frozen Janu-
airy?
Two reasons are assigned by pro-
fessional ornithologists, but in no
very certain tones. First, the birds
are melting. They are shabby and
stink from sight-of one another as
we'll as their human admirers. More
over, their power of flight is dimin-
ished and retirement from the sight
of hawks and other birds of prey is
advisable.
The second reason is that the birds
are already beginning to flock. They
leave their familiar dooryard haunts,
where they would be too conspicuous