The Coconino sun., 1919-03-21
TUBA CITY DEPARTMENT
(By a Live One)

Last week in Tuba City, we were as happy as could be, Harold Lind, a friend of ours, came back from gay Farce. He wore two stripes on his uniform, another of color red, sign that he was ready to follow, where Pershing led. The Roberts, last week to Mir. Kerley played the host, the latter's work being, to check his In- dian trading post. MT. Runke and Arthur Watt, just paid the Indians for the horses shot; this stock was not fit to breed, so kill them quick, i3 government creed. The Indian some times makes shout, poor boob, does not know what he's about, but in good time his sense will bend, and reap the benefit, in the end. Mrs. Stan ton is sick and sore, Soldier Lind, from Flagstaff bore, some medicine, healing salve good and strong, guar anteed to right the wrong, and by this time we sincerely hope, there are good results, from the Doctors dope. Down on the farm in the wash, where the government grows hay and yellow squash, and to this now a new man tends, who at the name "Windkoop'' unbends. "Rimmy Jim," from over the brim of Coconino Point, seems to be quite interested in this Tuba City joint, now what he wants is hard to say, unless it is a package neat and "Gray", but perhaps tis better keep it hushed, "Rimmy" is gone, they say he blushed. Bob Mitchell in his auto car, drove in from scenes both neal and far, from the mines, through the gap, with divil the word and no mis- l hap. Reverend Frey has gone to Los In the Hopi village he's the boss, the good he's done is rare and fine, being 1 teacher there of things Divine. Chiel ! Clerk Bibb is on the job, and be-gob I he's mashed them all, the short and tall, the fat and lean, but still nc Queen will take chance that there will be any wedding dance. The other night the ladies sang, twas in the kitchen where pot hooks hang, they all joined in, both old and young ant here is a verse of what they surg:
 You may dress in wool sack,
 Or any lingerie; ,
 But you can bet your dog-gone lift | You'll tic no bibb on me"
 The Indians now are in disgust, th'
 price of wool has gone to bust, foot they say is very high, let both conn
 down is their daily cry. The Blt
 Medicine Man has gone across, in hi day he was good ole hoss, sang owe
 the sick and made them well, a fathe
 eighty times, so they tell, Ii this l so, I cannot say, but in converse tion to me one day, he claimed thre wives at nineteen years, was nigh O ninety when he left this vale of tear
 considering his early stride, his az
 at the time he died see his childre
 young and old, you must hand 1t
 him as a Blue Beard bold. J. r. kel
 lev the other day had letter frol Keith Warren, with this to say, Il ] was across the Rhine on duty ben to get the Kaiser as he was sent, bl instead of getting this old swine, | ) was on the business end ot gre : big Stein, and he claims that whi 7 "Over There" he will get the kais 7 or the kaiser's share, of Junker Be and Weinerwurst, for in the U. s. he can't uuench his thirst. Now tn all have done their bit, the high plac only are going to hit, seeing the sigh r across the deep, taking a look, not 7 peep, tearing right in with roar, ju P as they waded in human gore, dan ing and laughing, full of life and go : cheer, shocking the "Innocents" ov r here. Let us be broad minded, Go t it boys, It was YOU got the kaist s NOT the KILL JOYS.