Cayton's weekly. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1916-1921, 1920-06-05

ty-five cents day for letting other people,
business alone, which amounts to one dollar
and fifty cents per day, and with that in
hand l pay my way from day to day.
He seemed to have taken all of the curios.
ity out Of those present and even the in.
terrogator could not find words for reply.
A great many persons of this world spend
more time trying to figure out other folks
affairs than they do in trying to make a
living for themselves. Down on the farm
the old folks used to say to the younger
folk, "Curiosity killed a cat.'
If Twelfth and jackson is not now
place where angels have no fear to tread.
then 1t seems so to me the other night as
| wandered Whereabouts to see if sights I
could see. The new chief has ordered the
"bulls' to clean the town up and how
ever unwilling they may be to carry out
the order yet, for fear they loose their
jobs, they are doing so. The pool halls are
advocating the daylight closing to save
light bills and many Of the former deni.
zens of the community have long since
moved on. Some years ago, when George
w. Dilling was elected mayor of Seattle
he too set out to clean up the town, and
for a time verify did do so, and the under.
world denizens left for parts unknown in
droves and punches, almost between suns,
and thus did it remain for weeks and
months but time is a great healer OF
troubles and cares. Seattle, however, seems
very inviting and the cat came back, no,
not in droves and punches, but one by one
or two by twos, they however came back
hence this recent order to clean up the
town. Believe me, within the past thirty
years I have heard much about cleaning
up Seattle, but it never seems to stay clean.
When first I learned to drive ''car,"
| didn't get so very far. ere I tried to join
an angel fold, by climbing up ten foot
pole, though it was just about high noon,
I plainly saw the stars and moon. After
that [ started up hill, but half way up
it ceased to drill, and then I thought that
hell had popped. for the putting of that
thing had stopped. Just what to do in such
boat. I swan, it almost got my goat. No
forced to work my kelp. Release my brake
and down I'd CO. plenty more as plenty,
feet below. I shifted from the high to
low, but the darned old thing refused to
90, and then l thought about the gas, and
plying it l went like glass. l left that hill
some time that day a chuckling like an
uncaged jay, and then it was for quite
while I was as happy as little child, for
I travelled around and flew through space,
with perfect ease and swan-like grace.
When late that night I went to sleep, the
''brownies' in my face did peep, they
leased and poked me all the night, for
having been in such plight, and then
my shirt got full of bugs, which came from
under all my rugs. My head was heavy
all next day and out Of time I hit the hay,
and there I slept for hours and hours and
dreamed that l was only culling flowers.
It's nice to drive a great big Paige, but it
will make you show your age, but push
and pluck will do the work and soon you'll
overcome the jerk. TO spin your car around
the parks will cost you lots of shining
marks, but from that bucking costly toy
there comes to you a world of joy.-Edi-
torial Warbler.