The Coconino sun., 1920-10-22

I | George says that the higher court ordered the case back for a new trial because of the language used by the judge in passing sentence. MT. Rakstraw says that good corn moonshine whiskey is very plentiful in Georgia. He is just back from a visit to his old home there. He says that one can get moonshine anywhere, the prevailing price being $5 a quart. They still sell it in fruit jars, instead of bottles.
 Mir. Harben says he can remem- Der. when, during his boyhood days back in Georgia, consumers raised a dickens of a fuss over the moonshin- CTS advancing the price of whisky to $1 gallon. It had been 75 cents un- til then.
 Frank Sufea says that if he ever gets into fight with a man and the man runs, he sure isn't going to try to catch him.
 Mark Twain in his early days was editor of a newspaper in Missouri. A approximations subscriber wrote him saying that he had found spider in his paper, and asked whether that was a sign of good luck or bad luck. The humorist wrote this answer and printed it:
 "Old Subscriber: Finding a spider Tn your newspaper was neither good luck nor bad luck for you. This spid- CT was merely looking over our paper to see which merchant was not ad- vertisihg, so he could go to that store, spin his web across the door, and live life of undisturbed peace ever after wards"
 Mrs. w. H. Norman digs up the following, recently printed in the Sat urady Evening Post:
 At the San Francisco convention delegates from remote district of Arizona were invited to a luncheon given by civic organization.
 The opening speaker, prominent local business man, first paying the customary tribute to the unparalleled and unapproachable California cli- mate, launched upon a panegyric of his native city, with particular re- gard to the spirit shown by the peo- pie of San Francisco after the great fire. He referred to the indomitable city "rising phoenixlike from it's ash es."
 The next speaker was lawyer. He also handed out few compliments to the climate and then progressed to the subject of the fire.
 In the midst of his remarks he, too, likened San Francisco to a phoenix emerging undaunted from the embers to rebuild itself in greater glory than before.
 One of the Arizona visitors tuned to the other with surprise writ large upon his sunburned face.
 "Bill," he said, "you certainly do have to travel away from home to hear the news. When was it that Phoenix had such whale of big fire?"
 "I would like to sell you gimlet," said a careworn looking man as he walked into our sanctum the other day.
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 But you should always look into the misty future" went on the fiend, deliberately. Next winter you will want to make holes in your heels so you can put calks in to keep you from slipping"
 "No."
 "You may want to screw some boards together some time. The method of driving screws with a ham, mer is pernicious, as it deteriorates the tenacity of the fangs of the screws, as it were"
 "No."
 "The gimlet also acts as a cork
 "No!"
 "Tt has an eraser, pen, an ink stand, table for computing com pound interest and lunchbox attach ment."
 "No."
 "So you don't want it? know you don't. You're one of those fellows that won't buy a gimlet unless it has a restaurant, trip to Europe and an Italian opera company attached. You are the kind of man who would live in the street next to an electric light pole to save light bills. Good day, sir"
 Mary had little lamb, it's fleece was white as snow; it ran away, one summer day, where lambs should never go. Then Mary sat her down and tears streamed from her eyes; she never found that little lamb-she 1 did not advertise. Now, Mary had a brother Jim, who kept grocery l store; he sat him down and smoked his pipe and watched the open door. And as the people passed along and did not stop to buy, Jim still sat there and blinked his sleepy, sleepy eye. And so the sheriff closed him out, but still he fingered near, and Mary came to drop with him sympathetic tear. "How is it, sister, that other sell all their goods and pay their bills and thrive from year to year?" Remembering well her own bad luck, the little girl replies: "The