The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1919-06-26
Come Big Noise July 4t Everybody wiu be
here to you


north garden is growing tons OF pus-
ley this very minute. That ever,
lasting plant is the best symbol OF
emblem of bad habits we know Of
! The same reckless eXuberant riot
and carnival. 1t is more lasting
by the rivers of water There is a
sermon in pusley, Charley Brown
and Brother Greenwood, as there is
in trees, running brooks and stones.
8. Boneset and vermifuge-Eve,
TIER vile vIeness a yet after forty oa ears
We hope we shall not taste them in
eternity. Yes, let's gladly drop the
body, if thereby We can escape the
memories of these things Boneset
for ague and malaria. Vermifuge
boyhood. When it turned the moth
ers Judged us, drowned the worm.
The Worm was glad to quit. When
it saw her reach for the bottle it
said with the coon, Don't shoot,
I'll come down" And malaria got
a move on itself and came out ours
ing, like a scripture devil vacating
the hogs, when it smelt the boneset
sleeping: Malaria hates boneset
Lord ever made anything nastier
than boneset the report has not got
into literature or the dispensary.
And man has never come nearer
equalling its vileness than in COM
pounding limburger cheese. You
can drive boneset and limburger
either tandem or abreast, and have
skunks can equal. Pugh! Pugh
when a boy, in the spring or in the
fall, began to turn yellow, with sore
frothy lips, the genius of boneset
was invoked. The old women all
gathered this wild plant and hung
the branches to dry in the garnet. 1t
was a religious duty. Oh my! What
memories we have of boneset. The
sponge of ten billion year can't wipe
minds. The word, in its derivative
sense, means bonebreak; it cures a
fever that is like breaking the bones.
Nowadays we chloroform to perform
a surgical operation, and the doc
tors and the druggists mask all
medicines in capsules. sugar-coats
and syrups: We even disguise our
Whiskey, with sugar and water.
What blessed progress from the
vermifuge and quinine raw and
crude! The wiry edges filed off
now, but in our boyhood, oh my!
6. Riding horse to pillow corn
Ever that brand of martyr when you
were kid? The shorter your legs
the broader-backed the horse, max
ing the angle of bifurcation as large
as possible. Sit on piece of old
sheepskin, the wool worn off in arid
spots, like a wig scalped here and
there. That skin kept wonderfully
hot, sticking to you closer than three
brothers by virtue of sweat? ankles
and feet bare, flies and horse flies
lighting on them, or the old mare
flinging her head around on her
flanks, striking your bronzed skin
with her teeth, and leaving a dental
impression? Hours and hours of
this sort of thing without resting.
Martyrdom? Almost perfect martyr
dom. At least half of perfect. For
the most exquisite martyrdom is
doubtless being drawn and quarter
ed. Riding pillow horse all day is
being quartered-hind-qu
You felt as though you were spit
clear up to the Adams apple. Plato's
biped exaggerated and revised.
Well, it was awfully lonesome work.
II you saw a stranger coming to talk
with father you knew providence
had sent him to give you respite.
.How beautiful upon the mountain
Tor mott are the feet Of them,
You blessed him. The pillow would
surely stop. You could turn side
wise. It was an outrage to work boys
in that way. It was function. for
girls. They could use side-saddles.s
Riding cultivators have relieved