The Prescott daily news., 1919-08-05

the membrane of brass lined nostril.
 Now what l started to say. Most all the old bunch of water bibbers who kneit at the spring with us last sea- son and vowed to drink nothing strong CT in smell than Baker Springs water. was waiting for us with the glad hand and big dipper. We miss the doctor. who so generously boosted the waters last season with the big dipper to all newcomers, with telling effect.
 l periodically gave up my toenails last season in the interest of water: I am no stacker when it comes to drink Ing water or anything else that has a klck, but am not at home this season when the big dipper comes my way.
 The chief social gatherings at the Springs this season are dances, which seem to occur at frequent intervals. All the girls have beaux this season, which are signs of the war being over. Even the prettiest girls came alone last season to the dances, but now the boys who went to the front are back and have taken up the dance where they left off.
 Devotees of the art of terpsichore were entertained last Saturday even- ing with an exhibition of chemise dancing rarely excelled. Manager Beller stated to us that never before In the long years of his experience as manager of things theatrical, had he such an appreciative audience, and that both he and Signor Golf were deeply obligated to the audience for their interest in the artistic and grace ful presentation of the chemise art Signor Golf was at his best and as his graceful form floated through the measures of the dance, his feet twinkled like those of a fairy king Of late Signor Golf has accumulated some flesh, but not such as to mar the sylph-like nimbleness and willow ness of his form. The people of Baker Springs eagerly await repe- tition of the art. We intend to make our vacation trip one of study, and may visit the ruins of prehistoric moonshine distilleries, and ponder on these people who have gone.
 There is an impression abroad in the land that the Arkansas mountains are place of abject poverty, where people live on grits and bacon, sleep in log cabins without windows and shoot their neighbors for sport. If you will make tour through the mountains to Baker Springs, you will fail to discover these typical condi- tions. Most every farmer in this re- zion own automobiles, and they are not all fivvers either. A laborious foot journey to the top of the highest mountain in the vicinity also failed to reveal any of the characteristic prim- itive conditions of the Arkansas moun- tain people. The way led through fine forests of timber until the top was reached, but there at an eleva- tion of several hundred feet was a fine farm where corn, fruits and vege- tables were fourishing in fields that appear to be made of nothing but rock The owner of this substantial property who looked like Uncle Sam in his working clothes, admitted that his farm was little hard to blow, but added that truck was worth some thing this year. Things to eat here are abundant and of a cheapness which makes the town dweller wish he wasn't one Most excellent board with all the green corn and string beans milk and preserves that you can eat and drink may be had for eight dol lars a week. The ubiquitous chicken patriotically steps into the breach, and