Mohave County miner and our mineral wealth., 1921-02-18

think of anything else for three days, And when the meal was dished up I had an attack of jumping toothache, and was Jumping over the chairs with my head under my arm."
 That's always the way in this world, doggone it," commented the ho- tel keeper. "Just as sure as you look forward to something you're going to run up against disappointment that will break your heart.
 Hast week I had so much business l was on my feet day and night. didn't get any sleep to speak of for several nights, and my eyes felt like hard-boiled eggs. was just dead on my feet was so played out. I looked forward to the time when could saw off a few lengths of slumber just as you looked forward to that boiled fod- der"
 At last things slacked up and went up to my room at seven o'clock In the evening, prepared to sleep round the clock, or as much longer as I felt necessary. I was so drowsy could hardly see to get my rags off, and l heaved sigh of relief when crawled in between the sheets. But before had been there three minutes old Jiggleson came along with his brass band and began playing selec- lions under my window. The congress man from this district was occupying the room next to mine, and those To- coed musicians were serenading him, probably hoping to be appointed post master before long. They played ev- cry blamed tune you ever heard of, and had to leave my own room and go to one at the back of the hotel.
 "That room hadn't been used for long time, and things weren't in good repair. climbed into the bed and was snoring few quotations from the classics, when all the slats came down at once and I landed on the floor on my ear with my feet up on the foot of the bed. thought my back was broken in three places, but managed to get up, and then I hiked back tt my own room. I had left the window upCh "hCh yClCu Ut JlSSlCSOu threw some furniture at his musicians. and was so sleepy forgot to close 1t.
 '"The bed was right up against the window, and I was just getting asleep once more when it began to rain. about forty gallons of water blew in on me before I could get the doggone window closed. had to rustic around tor a dry night shirt and some sheets and things, and by that time I was pretty near desperate. I don't know of anything more aggravating than to be dying for a good old-fashioned sleep and then be unable to make con nections.
 At last I got into bed again, all snug and comfortable, and was doing some ground and lofty sleeping. Then along came guest who mistook my room for his own, which was on the floor above. It happened that his key fitted the lock of my door, so he opened he took me by the ankles and dragged me out onto the floor and sat on me, and asked me what in thunder meant by occupying his bed, for which he had paid in advance. It took ten minutes to make things clear to him, and by that time I felt like a driveling idiot.
 "But I had sense enough left to get back into bed and make another try at sleeping. I had slept about twenty seven watts when a big framed pie ture of my wife, which hung over the head of the bed, came down and smashed itself on my face and put my nose out of joint. Then I gave up. put on my clothes and went down. stairs and sat up all night, hoping the building wouldn't cave in on me. It didn't, and that was the only bit of luck I had that night"