The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1921-01-13
WHAT MORE DO WE WANT

January is nearly gone and with it the heart of the
winter-maybe the backbone too. Possibly there will be
a slight kick in the animals hind foot or a string in its tail
but a lot of people are looking for things with kicks con
cealed in them, so why worry. If wheat is pretty cheap
so is flour, and six or eight of those ten-inch Aunt Je
mimas' fabricated on both sides with honest-to-gosh COW
butter and burberry jam go a long way toward putting 8
comfortable lining in ones stomach that lasts until the
&c beans are baked and keeps that wonderful two cylinder
motor pumping red blood through us, even though we
meet a few of those people who wear a face like a cows
and who insist on saying 'ain't it fierce how dull it is"
1t takes so little fuel that coal has been put on the bar
gain table at "less than cost" SLAVES have slid back to
two-bits so that we cannot save as much by ten cents when
we exercise our Gem, but we have to expect some set
backs. Jack Frost has been laid off and the ice crop
looks like it would have to be utilized for home-brew.
But maybe we can pillow it under and get a good catch Of
winter bananas"
We have no bread lines or milk strikes; the legisla-
ture is clear in the other end Of the state and congress in
the other end Of the country-noth but common burg
lars near US. Besides that Fatty Arbuckle is on the screen
tonight again. We have made our settlements with the
banks and sleep soundly at night, happy in the thought
that we have nothing to pay until next fall and then only
the principal and interest.
Most of we farmers have some seed to put in the
ground and are willing to bet the last peck of it that it
can't rain less than the average of the last four years. And
if she should be one humdinger right straight through the
growing season, with a bumper abundance of everything
from early radishes to twins-Oh, man! What a Grand
and Glorious feelin'.
But of course we must occasionally bump into one Of
these guys whe learned his philosophy in a gloom factory
and who has consecrated his miserable existence to the
job of taking the JOY out the rest of our lives. And ne
means: Nov if we had only done thus and SO we would
have got the county seat" That makes us feel like reach
ing for an ak. Didn't we drag that county seat thing more
than three-fourths Of the way from Mondak? If we could
bring it rs miles in one perfectly gentle, solf pedal cam
paign, can't we hustle it along 22 miles farther in the next?
Of course we did not have the fun of spending $4,000"
but we will have the blessed privilege of contributing to
the fund. And the legislature is going to give some OF us
until April LIST to do it without extra charges.
But some folks always kick. They are as unreason-
able as Levy, the traveller. The waiter served two diners,
eating together, with two fish on one platter, a fine, large,
fat fish and a very small poor one. After much arguing as
to who should help himself first, each insisting that the
other do so, Isaac finally dragged the big fish onto his own
plate. Levy roared like a Spanish bull and declared that if
he had helped himself frst.that he would have taken the
small fish.
"Vell," said Isaac coolly, with voice, hands and eye
brows, in unison, there it is. Vat more do you vant?'
We claim we should be one happy little municipality.
folks, we might have been born in Plentywood, or
Cork, Ireland.