The Cordova daily times., 1919-06-09
MONDAY, JUNE g, 1919.
THE coRDOVA KISS

NOW LudL SpIluS udS CHIIluou ouI of the lap of winter and the sun slowly rises towards the zenith, the melting snows, the twittering of the robins and the music of rushing waters have also awakened the spring poets, and the papers of the territory are deluged with quatrains, sonnets and madrigals from those who have taken off their winter f1annels and dosed their systems we'll with calomel and rhubarb.
 It takes but little to bring out the poetic side of the average Alaskan, who hears music in the climp of the snowshovel, the smash of the axe into the chopping block, the roar of the avalanche and the eternal round of keeping the home fires burning, all conducive to poetry; and therefore the aged and worn take their pens in hand and spout like sperm whale in herring run. We have read columns of verse about almost every conceivable subject, but it remains for Cordova poetress to rip the hem off the skirts of the Muses over a kiss. One weenty, teenty kiss,-maybe la den with book beer substitute from Indianapolis and disguised by the germs of twenty years hirsute facial adornment.
 The bliss of Cordova kiss is so evident that we cannot refrain from comment after reading the following: But in that last mad moment
 We kissed-our mouths were met Dear God! I'd die thousand deaths To kiss and finger yet!
 There have been many varieties of kisses described by poets since Adam rayished the lips of Eve and found it good, including the kiss of friend ship the kiss man gets from his wife upon her return from the States after dozen female frineds have left divers and sundry germs upon her ruby lips; the kiss of your first sweetheart; the osculatory episode with the hired girl; the old maids kiss leaving a reminder of dill pickles and lemons; the kiss one pays ten cents for at church fair; the mother in-law nightmare; the kiss of the sweet young thing that leaves taste like clover in May time, and the kiss Theda Bara left with the movies;- but the Cordova brand, if accurately 1 described, has them all beaten too bad for comparison.
 When one thinks about the oscu- latory luxuries enjoyed by the citizens of Cordova free gratis for nothing, it has the old forty-rod kiss of our childhood days backed up tree with the ladder broke. They Kissed and their mouths met!" Um-m-m. It sounds good, doesn't it? If their mouths had never met also think of the disaster to future generations yet unborn. If one Cordova kiss causes 8 million ecstatic desires to creep up your spinal column what would hap pen if bargain lot could be secured with the war tax paid.
 We give 1t up Our imagination covers wide latitude but the Cor dova salutation, chaste though it may be Is too exciting for a man with a weak heart. Old age creeps upon us and tastes have changed. Kissing at sixty Is not like kissing at sweet six teen. The trimmings are lacking. A dose of physic and an hours work with hoe will cure all desires for death in the Cordovan fashion and bring on the same ecstatic symptoms
 When that last mad moment de- scribed in meter by the Cordova peo- tress comes to our readers we beg them to don fiue mask and seek the castor oil bottle. Kissing has it's com pensation and its thrills but 1t takes . torrid temperament and Cordova climate to bring out the synchronous vibrations.-Valdez Miner.