The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1920-08-25

Newell, Mr.. Lewis Alexander. Mr. Cliff
ford Alexander, Mr.. William Alex
ander, Mr.. Wilbur Shook, Mr.. Floyd
LOCKER, Mr.. Kenneth Stapleton, Mr.
Marshall Hershman, Mr.. George Suth-
erin. Mr.. Charles Shook, Mr.. Walter
Hunt, Mr.. Oran Ferrin, Mr.. William
Blair, Mr.. and Mrs. Hugh Vim.
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THERE'S A MAN IN OUR TOWN
Who is feeling pretty chesty over a
smart deal he has just put over on a
friend. He worked off an old set OF
books containing the messages Of the
presidents of the United States on the
friend, without having to pay him a
cent.
ON MOVING DAY.
When you were child you were
wont to stop your play in the yard of
the only home you had ever known,
to watch the moving wagon go by,
piled high with furniture held in with
stout ropes.
Sometimes the family rode with the
household possessions, and you found
yourself staring up into the eyes of
other children, who seemed to mock
you. You felt cheated.-much as one
who has never crossed the boundary
line into the next state might feel in
the presence of a traveller. You wished
LHdL you, TOO, might experience lHS
thrill of such an adventure.
To your fancy the children perched
on the moving wagons looked at you
with scornful expressions. They were
always ow-headed,-those children.
Whether it was from riding SO much
on the tops of moving wagons, which
, blcached their hair, you did not know
But you recall the fact that they were
tow-headed. And always there was a
dog running along under the wagon,
with its tongue hanging out.
You never knew the fun of NOV
ing.-of exploring new houses,-not
Instead. you said your prayers at
night in the same room thru all those
childhood years. The same stars
; peeped in at the same window. when
YOU were a tiny tot who hid under the
bed when tho friendly Indians came
begging food and clothes; when your
legs and arms shot out of your
dresses; when your curls were knotted
up and your skirts heightened; when
you first became self-conscious in the
presence of the other sex.
Thus you lived in the sheltered Sc
c1usion of that home until You Jared
forth with the One Man to build your
own nest.
The years. and the exigencies of
business and other things have given
you the experiences you missed in
your childhood.
You have watched your possessions
as they were piled into moving trucks;
you have seen them boxed and Grated
and loaded on a railroad train; you
have looked after them with strain
ing eyes and a lump in your throat.
as the storage house has swallowed
| them up-those mutely eloquent re-
fminders of days when your fanily
circle was unbroken.,
Your mind has harked back to that
uneventful period OF your childhood.
dren on the moving wagon their ad-
venture And you wonder
| You think of a story of a woman
I who had always lived around in rent
ed houses. until she inherited a small
cottage thru the death of a relative.
When a friend congratulated her
upon having a home at last. she re-
piled simply, I have always had a
| home. but never had a house to keep
I it in before"
You think of this, and tell yourself
home for your dear ones. regardless
of your environment And you Won
der if that triumphant look you had
detected in the faces of those tow
+ headed children of the moving wagon
could have been due to that-that
they had found their hones-even
there, sitting astride tables or rolls of
carpet.
So, when moving day comes around
t as inevitably it must to those who
rent. particularly in these days when
houses are sold from under one-you
do not indulge in sef-pity. Instead.
you see yourself, in spite of the years.
j as : towheaded child. perched on top
of moving wagon a dog running