The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1919-10-02

boche dead. After burying about q
dozen, they came across Fritzie who
whispered. "Me no dead" And how
about this bucko ?" said Private Mike
to Sergeant Pat, "he ses hez alive"
an wild him." exclaimed Pat, "you
couldn't be believin' one o. them on
oath"
At campfire gathering, when the
pipes of peace were passing in the
rudy glow amid the Pickering wood
land shadows bit of dialogue heard
in the heart of the "Pennsylvania
Dutch" country was repeated. A
young housekeeper wished to procure
butter from the crossroads storekeep-
err, and the conversation was as fol
lows: "Got butter, hain't?" "Who
says hain't?" ~ amt sayin' you
hain't hain't, but hain't you has?"
One doesn't often seek for humor
in church, but the other Sunday a
considerable portion Of a congrega-
tion nearly burst into laughter. The
mirth was occasioned by little boy,
who was being brought to service for
the first time. When the choir enter
ed in it's surplices he whispered decid-
eddy audibly: Daddy, are they all
going to have their hair cut?
Mrs. w. X. Vanderbilt was doing
canteen work in France during the
recent Misunderstanding in that vic
nifty, and devoted considerable time in |
American soldiers in one
If the hostess houses. Being a capa-
Die dancer and attractive, she was in
much demand among the boys. One
evening she danced several times with
. tall, towhaired doughboy, who show
ID symptoms Of great loneliness and
.alked volubly about things back in
Michigan. When the evening ended
he towheaded one came over to Mrs
Vanderbilt. 'I've had a bully time"
lie said, "and | want to keep track Of
'ou. We're moving out of here to-
morrow for the front. But II we get
Jack, I'd like to look you up over in
he States My name is Albert Bridge
nan, from Grand Rapids. What's
ours ?" "Tm Mrs. W. X. Vanderbilt"
he replied The doughboy scanned
er from head to foot. "That's right,
hicken," he said, "fy high!"
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"My records show that last year l
,alked 229 miles looking for matches
nth which to light my cigar and
ipe," said Old Bill Misgivens. IL lost
7 days looking for the pipe or cigar
fter | laid it down, and II days
ere spent working on the pipe so it
ould draw spoiled three shirts
Y burning holes in them and ruined
yo rugs. am a very mild smoker.
Mess that mad beast tobacco is
lained, the world will be ruined"
4 q &
Speaking of sudden changes" re-
arked Old Bill Misgivens, "you think
8 have 'em here in Idaho once in
nile, like Tuesday, but you ought to
y the climate in Dakota. There is
here you get your sudden changes.
by one day | saw a norther coming
d | knew that it was time for me
hunt shelter. | got started just as
e blizzard was nearly on me. / had
good a horse as there was in that
rt of the country and the way he
buckle down was a caution. Well,
rode three miles with that blizzard
hit at the horses tail, but it never
lite caught me. When | started the
armOnptar WaS standing af on in
} shade. ! happened to have Their
meter and carried it with me. Just
rode into the shed looked at the
and saw that it still re- 4
tered 80 but when ] looked round
Jaw that my horses tail was froze
:. That was how near l came to
eth on that occasion. If that bliz-
d had gained another foot on me
uld have been. q goner"