The Coconino sun., 1922-04-07

the latter objected that they'd have
 too much trouble in disposing of the
 left-overs.
 Dear c. c. = Would you advise
 marrying blonde or a brunette? =. | Charles Spear.
 Couldn't think of advising you. Ask
 some man whose wife has been both. Health hint: When you catch cold
 in your pocketbook, raise a wind to
 meet the draft.
 Our weekly sermon: The mother of sin is selfishness.
 Dear c. c. - Whats the difference
 between six twins and twin-six? =
 Jim Warnock.
 Ones the property of the poor man,
 the other of the rich.
 The newest toast: '"The ladies! God
 dress 'em. We can't" Frank Sufea breaks into rhyme: As beauty I'm not star,
 There are others more handsome by far,
 But my face I don't mind it, For am behind it,
 While others in front get the jar. "Rimmy" Jim Giddings says he be- lieves he'll go to the Hot Springs for
 a bath. Says it'll do him good.
 Bathed in the spring of 'S6, he says,
 and it did him lot of good. Captain Harry Embach got a lot of
 kick out of a little occurrence while he
 was jury member last month in the trial of the man of who stole Earl
 Germany's fur overcoat. Alex John
 ston was on the stand to appraise the
 value of the coat. He had it in his
 lap and was asked if he had ever
 seen it before. He said he had cleaned it about a month before. He was
 asked if it looked like it did then. "Yes," said Alex, "it is in practically the same condition as it was when it left my hands," Which, considering that Earl had roughed it to the Buck skin mountains and back in the coat twice since then, touched Harry in a funny spot.
 Bob Huddleston recalls two farmers in Ohio who, with teams hitched to big wagons, ran a race on their way home from town one night. They had been drinking. Both were thrown out, one of them, named Cotton be- ing hurt pretty badly. The next day or two the other man was asked how Cotton was getting on. "Oh," he said, eff he ain't hurt eternally and indignation don't set in he'll get along all right.
 Not everything is a promise that seems to be-" as local young man said when the strange and beautiful young woman who had vamped him with her eyes slapped his face when he tried to kiss her; and as is better illustrated by the telegram Billy Null len sent relative last fall when twins arrived. The telegram said: Twins arrived. Feeling fine. More by mail"
 Which reminds us of the confused look on Bill Simpsons face. Bill was married just the other day and he and the missus were looking at some fur niture. She asked to see some twin beds. Holy mackeral," Bill gasped. We ain't going to have twins, are wei"
 Somebody sent the editor of the Poketown Gazette few bottles of home brew. The same day he received for publication wedding announce. ment and notice of an auction sale. Here are the results: William Smith and Miss Lucy Anderson were disposed of at public auction at my farm one mile east of town. She wore a beautiful cluster of roses on her breast and two white calves, before a | background of farm implements too numerous to mention in the presence of about seventy guests, including two milch cows, six mules and one bob-sled. Reverend Jackson tied the nuptial knot with 200 feet of hay rope and the bridal couple left on one good John Deere gang blow for an | extended trip with terms to suit pur- chasers. They will be at home to | their friends with one good baby bug gy and few kitchen utensils after ten months from date of sale to re- sponsible parties and some fifty | chickens"