The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1920-03-25

story: A boy took pair Of shoes ia
cobbler and asked, Are these shoes
too far gone for repairs 7" After look
ing them over the cobbler replied.
mo sir, don't think SO. A new pair
Of uppers, with soles and heels will
make them all right. The laces are
fairly good"
| A young fellow wrote to = band in
tructor in = neighboring town asking
what he could use on the valves Of his
cornet to make them work without
sticking. The professor immediately
wrote back to the youth and told him
that the best and only article to use
on cornet valves is saliva. A few days
later the professor received . second
letter from the would-be cornetist en-
closing quarter, and stating that be
had looked all thru the catalogue and
was unable to find any saliva listed,
and wished that the professor would
send him quarters worth.
A lone and weary doughboy was
plodding through the well known mud
and drizzling rain along road near
Savenay. Around the curve just be-
hind him came big army truck. The
driver saw the lone pedestrian too
late for warning and swerved, but not
in time to prevent a wheel from hit
ting him and sending him spraying
into the ditch. tanning on his brakes
excitedly, the driver yelled: "Look
out therew The PROSTATE soldier
rubbed the mud out Of his eyes and
sat up. "What in hell you going to do
now" he sputtered angrily. "Back
up?"
An Irish polical candidate who felt
sure that certain elector was against
him was surprised to have that cleo
tor call and announce that he would
support him to the limit. "Whin the
other day ye called at my place and
stood by the pigsty and talked for half |
an hour, we didn't bulge me an inch,"
said the visitor "But after ye'd gone
away / got to thinkin' how you reach
ed yer hand over the rail and scratch
ed the pigs back till he lay down wild
he pleasure Of it. made up my mind
that whin man was so sociable as
that to poor fellow-crature wasn't
the bhoy to vote agin' him."
Baby Hands! In all the world there
is nothing half so strong; in all the
world there is nothing half so pure.
It seems at times as if God created
,abies that weary men and women
night not abandon faith in Him. What
ongue can tell, what pen can describe
What baby means? Everything that
s holy, that is beautiful, that il good,
.lusters around baby Its tiny hands
asten around our hearts with NIGH
y grip that naught but death can
oosen, and men and women are near
st God when they kneel at baby's
eet. No man may ever know the
houghts Of a mother as she bends
yer the babe for whom she went
own into the valley Of the shadow. A
alo ever rests over mother and in
ant, as if they had caught something
( the radiance Of another world rs
ney fingered at the eternal gates.
very baby is a completed miracle,
nd is so priceless that kingdoms are
'orthless in the balance. In that wee
,rm is wrapped up the hopes, the am
itions, the illusions, if you willard
nr illusions are often the most prec-
us things we have--of man and
oman For that morsel of humanity
woman has paid a terrible price and
man has pledged his honor and life.
II that We have fought for, all that
e have believed in, all that countless
anerations have fought for and be-
eyed in, the blood Of martyrs and the
sroes, the anguish Of the oppressed
I'D the tears Of the slaves, all that
If civilization means and all that we
)pe it will mean, rests with our
lbies. 1t was for them the millions
no have gone before strove; it is for
em that we must strive if we are
on -Celected