The Pulaskian., 1921-03-31
HomesLead. MaumeIIe P. O.,

Homestead, Maumelle P. O.,
 March %, 1921.
 Having gotten my faithful Oliver typewriter onto my homestead 1 feel like l have sure enough moved. My home address in the future will be Maumelle P. o. Pronounced so as 10 rhyme with .tAw Hell," or pho netically 1t can be spelled Maw-mell. Now If the editor will permit this explanation to appear in the Pulas- kian you will know how to pro- nounce the name of my new post office. MaumelIe is French and the original voyagers named the more prominent physical features along the Arkansas river as they ascended ii according 10 what they looked like 10 them. Thus they named our cap- ital city Little Rock because the rock below the bridge there was the first rock they had seen since entering the mouth of the Mississippi. Across the river they named the mass of rock on which is located Fort Logan II. Roots, Big Rock. Seeing two mountains which looked like wom- ans breasts they named them Mau- melle, and the two streams entering on either side of the mountains they named Little and Big Maumelle.
 An Innocent Question Got Him Into
 Trouble.
 My mother taught me not to ask unnecessary questions, but occasion ally a person has to ask questions. ! started on ramble last Monday. As the river was up l had to wait at MT. Bone's until dark for him to come in 10 put me across in his boat. Then as Ii was too late to cross l had to wait over until the next morning. After supper he wanted to know who had any sweet potatoes for sale. 1 told him if he would go over with me l had a bushel 1 would give him provided they had not rotted, and that John Swanson had some 10 sell. Next morning 1 told him that 1 was ready 10 cross over the river if he was ready to put me acros. He said, Just wait until l hitch up, for l am going with you after those potatoes , So we went together. The Maumelle came up to the mules backs and only lacked two inches running over the top of the wagon bed. It was MT. Bones first trip to Wye since the railway built into there. Mir. Swan son had sold all his potatoes and Mir. Bone got what he wanted and five bushesl for Charley Walderns of MT. Pinter. The time had come to bed out potatoes and Maumelle valley had made run on Wye for the po- tato crop and we got about the last. My potatoes were streaked with black where they were not rotten, but they tasted better to me than any because they were all gone. Mrs. Bone said she only found one per fectly sound one in the bushel.
 1 Commence My Farming Opera.
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 Having T few left over fruit trees al Wye l brought them along to sei out on my place rather than let them ruin. ] had already put out about two dozen, which I brought over from Jacksonville. The land was neither cleared nor fenced. k sup. posed l could sci them out and lei them go a week or two before fenc. ing, as was in nook from which the stock was practically shut out but Mir. Bone had just turned his cattle out, unknown 10 me. He said however. that lhe stock would no be apt to bother them out in tht woods, but his old cows came ovel 10 sec me that day and began to paw around in the fresh dug clay and te horn the young frees. When wen to drive them off the old COW whicl headed the herd remarked, We jus came over to tell you that the bos, was only joking when he said ", would not bother your trees.a So