The Coconino sun., 1921-07-15

Most every speaker at the Stock- mems convention here last week had story to tell. Most of them were good. We will try to tell some of them here. Some of them, which we had already told here, we won't re- peat. Especially in the case of Mir. Heineman, representative of the pack CTS, whose yarn Friday night about the bank busting in the old darkey's face was printed in this column last Friday morning.
 President Brown, of the State Farm Bureau, found material for two who lives near the state insane asy- lum. One was of chap who sat just outside the grounds all day, fishing. At night he had three very small fish. An inmate came along and asked whether they were all he had caught. He said yes. "You'd better come in side," the inmate said.
 A man noticed keeper taking care of half-hundred inmates. He asked him if he wasn't afraid. "No," the keeper said. q can handle any one of them. "But," the other man said, If they should organize, you would be in hell of fix!"
 At the banquet, MT. Brown told of a young woman who went to her priest to confess. She was terribly repentant. Urged to lay bare her secret, she confessed she had kissed her sweetheart. The priest said he guessed she could be forgiven, and asked how many times she had kissed him.
 The young woman drew herself up and said: "How many times, Father? l came here to confess, not to boast"
 The last story was prompted by Fa- ther Vabre's account, given a few minutes before, of a recent experience of his. He was awakened after mid night. Going to the door he found a woman, crying as if her heart would break. He showed her into the par Tor. He asked her trouble and she sobbed out that she couldn't tell him. The padre, somewhat vexed, wanted to know what in the name of com- mon sense she meant then by waking him up at that unseemly hour. For some time she was torn between her desire to confess and her shame at telling. But she managed eventually to reveal her dreadful trouble.
 q want to know" she cried, Eff God will forgive me for leaving Ire land"
 Banker Hazeltine, of Prescott, re- called one about an old darkey sitting in the shade near church in Charles ton, S. C. A travelling man came up in hurry and asked him if he could change $20 bill for him.
 Tor no, sah!" exclaimed Uncle Nose, "but 1 sure does thank you for the compliment"
 MT. Brown again: said the drought reminded him of Billy Sundays wish, expressed few years ago, that the country would get so damned dry that you'd have to prime man before he could spit"
 President McMullen, of the Normal school, said he was standing on the campus Thursday night when the sa- lute to the governor was fired by Bat tery "A" He saw man driving a. cross the campus at high rate of speed. "Stopw commanded Mir. Me Mullen. "Stop, hell!" retorted the man. Those damned sheepmen have broken out again."
 MT. Robinson, assistant state dairy commissioner, like several others, fell into the Scotch dialect and yernacular in storytelling. A woman resolved to cure her Donald of drinking and coming home late. She put a sheet over her head and waited for him in lonely lane. Presently he came along and she confronted him. "Wha are ye?" he cried. "I'm the de'il, she said. "Shake hands," he said. "I'm married ta your sister,"
 A darkey was trying to get member
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