Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1921-07-02

course it reused me from my sleep,
and l used to consider it funny. and
would sit on the floor and laugh with
demoniac glee. But if fell out of bed
now it would be necessary to ring I'D
the Red Cross headquarters for an am.
bulance and few nurses.
1T is that sort of thing which makes
age tragic. Every little mishap means
suffering to the elderly individual. Go
think of it, in silence and alone, Mrs.
Jiggers.
Il remember when l first learned to
skate. | was young man, just grow.
ing my maiden sideboards. | should
have learned the noble art when was
a boy, but my education in honest
sports had been sadly neglected. It's
better late than never as the old ad.
age has it, and so 1 took up the study
of skating when l was at the voting
age. II was on brilliant winter day
and all the beauty and chivalry of the
neighborhood had gathered at the
pond TO see me do my devoir.
An expert skater who was present
assured me that there was no trick te
it. All l needed was confidence. he
said, and l believed him. 1t looked
passing easy, as 1 watched the others
gliding over the ice with ease and
grace. So l fastened on my skates and
stood erect with the help of a couple
of innocent bystanderS, and then
went forward boldly, on my own init
alive. Immediately l lost control OF
my feet, which previously had beer
docile and obedient organs. They
wouldn't do anything l wanted then
to, and the result was that l came
down on the back of my head with
such emphasis that 1 shook the whole
pond, which was several miles long
The crack in the ice that l made with
my head was there until the ice melted
in the spring. and then you could see
it In the water.
Il lay there in q comatoSe condition
for a minute or two, and then scram-
bled to my feet and smiled. Yes, my
dear Mrs. Jiggers. 1 actually smiled
The smile may have been pallid,
SHINY Il1lil&s Dul II was true W LNDE
and couldn't have been mistaken for
anything else. I was so little injured
by that cataclysmic fall that l could
smile. Not a bone was broken, not a
joint dislocated. In a few hours was
as good as new, with the exception Of
a lump on the back of my head about
the size of a baked turnip.
"OutwardIy l look much as I did
then. People often say to me that I
haven't aged any in a quarter of
century. My hair is like the ravens
wing my alabaster brow has few
wrinkles, I have the stately and COM
handing port of a man half my age.
But it is all a delusion. Mrs. Jiggers.
1 am a whited sepulcher. Inwardly 1
am as old as any man. and my bones
are brittle as pipe stems, and my mus
cles are all dried up, and if I stumble
over a pincushion I dislocate an ankle
or break a leg.
1.-THE other day I stepped on an or
ange peel and came down on the side
walk. I didn't fall violently. In fact,
it took me ten minutes to fall I strug-
gled so hard TO save myself, grasping
at the atmosphere and trying to bal
ance myself like tight rope walker.
But when I did eventually reach the
pavement I felt as thoug'. the end had
come to my misspent life. My head
ached for three days, and all my bones
felt out of place. and my teeth were
loose in their sockets. This thing Of
being old. Mrs, Jiggers. isn't what It's
cracked up to be-"