The Belding banner-news. (Belding, Mich.) 1918-1973, 1920-02-04
'DAFFY DINGLE'S' IDEAS
ON GIRLS AND LEAP YEAR


Leap year is here again, four long
years have flown into the past ana
with all its pleasures and sorrows with
it frivolties, Action and failures, its
politics, comicalities and political va
porings, all crowded In to one big
COB Of by-gone pastime and thrown
into the illimitable abyss Of procras-
tination (gosh that is an awful weight
to get off my clogged brain cells.)
But old father time comes around
generally about every four years and
brings to US the long lookekd for leap
year, just to satisfy the female pro-
duct of our population, so that they
may seek their vengence on mankind
and diminish the surplus accumulation
of old bachelors, widowers and other
eligibles of the masculine gender and
seek to induce them to travel in double
harness the rest of their lives as they
should.
But lands Of Liver-wust, lasses and
limberger. Girls, how can you? Not
because it isn't right for il most as
suredly is right for natures laws teach
it is and nature is right always. All
animals live up to that law that the
birds and sure girls, "you are of more
value than many sparrow5" or birds.
Noble CD man is the only beng
that violated this law. He is the only
one that ever violated natural law,
that is how he came to sin, for We read
that "Sin is the transgression Of
the law" and in the commencement
there could have been no other law
but natural law, and there is not at
present law which he does not trans
gress, so why should you fear him or
think he is so much superior to you
just because he is man and lording
it over Gods heritage.
No, girls, it is leap year and / say
go in and win, but use discreation and
reason. The time is precious and does
not wait for anyone. You know faith
err time is some times pictured as be-
ing bald headed, except wisp Of hair
right on the top of his head and his
flight is very swift so when you have
chosen your mate as time passes,
sieze him by that fore top and hang
on for dear life until your grip is re-
leased by death or words to that eff
feet.
How often in days past have lott
cred down by the old smoke house and
stood in front on the corner of Main
and Pleasant streets when a number
of men would be congregated, discus
sing and cussing politics, the high cost
of living and bad roads, until some
crank, radical or socialist, would lip
in and spring some point of natural
law on them when Immediately instead
of cussing and discussing, there would
be a conclusion and all reactionary
vaporings would fall to the ground
like the morning dew and peace would
be restored and good will toward man.
kind reign supreme.
But this was not the only attraction
that caused me to take up my station
in front of the smoke house, far from
it, !, like many others, no doubt were
attracted by the unceasing flow of
feminaty traversing the streets espec-
tally on Saturday afternoon.
Tripping down the sidewalk, slyph-
like movement and small feet with
the croquetry carriage of a GODDESS
with an array of splendor that would
almost shame the hues of the gaudy
butterfly, with the poise of a queen,
eyes sparkling with life, love and fun,
with a cherry "hello" and a seductive
smile on their lips, to me at least it
was indeed fascinating and entertain
ing but those bright smiles and coy
glances were never ment for me but
always given away before they got
where was, so they were out of them
then and had none to give away and
had not the money to spare to buy
any, so can readily forgive them for
the oversight for / well know it was
not meant for me for it would have
been unreasonable to presume that
they could not have seen my lofty
bearing The shaggy brows, the prom
inent sweet purple nose, the bewisker-
ed face, the massive brow, the large
expanse of balditude at the top where
the intellectual factualties have crowd
ed thru the coverings of my white
silky tresses with satin finish that
hang upon my coat collar when comb
ed straight, but when not combed,
which is often the case, stick out in
all directions, all at once, like the
quilts on the back of fretful porcu-
pine
Now, girls, you have pretty good
picture of the writer and shall ex-
pect you to look me up and give me
one of those poorly smiles before they
are all gone. If you can not find me
you can surely find my No. 10 cow
hide boots. they are plain to be seen
and / shall still live in hope, that in
some beautiful land Of somewhere
and in the sweet bye and bye, will
yet be appreciated or at least noticed
as human being, when shall become
young again.
You're fov f,.y, s&