The Coconino sun., 1922-04-21
CHEERFUL CHIRPS
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O. o. Larson of Los Angeles, known to every dry goods man in this section through his many years on the road for Cooper underwear, was being kidded last week by Sid Gassman, who wanted to know why Larson lived in California when there are so many other states he might move to. The latter had to catch train then, but wrote back to Sid this week, and this is what he said:
 "You've been kidding me about my California
 "When I say my California l do not mean that I own California. That is, not all of it. I own some Of It, but I did not think when l bought 1t that I was going to own it forever. The fellow who sold it to me said that I could sell it sometime at profit. But he was poor prophet.
 But I love California as only native son of New Hampshire can love it. It love its lakes and rills, it's mountains and hills. But best of all I love it's soil. These lots l own in Los Angeles - have an attach ment for those lots that I shall never lose. That is, it looks now as if l never should. I just noticed yester- day that the deeds read, To have and to hold.'
 But the dream of my life is to some time settle down in my own little bungalow on my own little ranch, and there with my own little home brew cry. in the golden sunlight and the silvery moonlight, to dream the happy hours away, seeing visions of other days and other places. And where can you find more to recall such wis., ions than on a California ranch?
 You'll arise in the morning to the music of a Connecticut alarm clock. You put on your Cooper underwear, made in the middle west, hitch your Boston garters to your Paris socks, button your Baltimore suspenders on to your Detroit overalls, put on your Lynn, Mass, shoes and your Danbury, Conn.,, hat and you are up for the day.
 "You sit down to your Grand Rapids table and eat your Hawaiian pine apple, your Quaker oats and your Aunt Jemima flapjacks, swimming in New Orleans molasses.
 "Then you go out and put your Con- cord, N. J., harness onto your Miss ouri mule, hitch onto your Moline, Ill. blow and blow up couple of acres of land covered with Ohio mortgages.
 At noon you dine on Cincinnati ham, cooked in Chicago lard on De- troit stove burning Colorado coal.
 "And then at night you fill up your pride of Detroit with Mexican gaso- line and dash out to the beach, and in a Greek restaurant, while smoking a Boston-made cigar, you watch a New York girl dance the Memphis shimmy to the music of New Or leans jazz band.
 And then on returning home you read chapter out of Bible printed | in London, Eng, say prayer origin ating in Jerusalem, put on your China silk pajamas, crawl in between your Fall River sheets, to fight all night with the fleas - the only home grown product on the whole darn ranch"
 County Farm Agent Chisholm has found it slow work educating our To- cal farmers to the advantage of buildings silos. Perhaps the follow ing on their relation to the Volstead law written by Cyrus Corntassle to the Snowflake Herald may convert them:
 County Agent Fillerup has been encouraging the use of silage on the farms, but according to recent de- Volstead will get him if he don't watch out. Friend wife was craving something sour. brought in some sections of corn on the cob from the silo, thinking that would just about hit the spot. Couple of hours later I happened in the house, and the four-months-old baby, who had just taken little nourishment, leered up at me with 'Goo-hic- Goo-hic.'
 "Yours for more prohibition among women and children.
 Cyrus Corntassle."
 Roland F. Eberhardt, commercial teacher at the Emerson school, spent part of his vacation last week at