The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-02-18


But he who first made stockings has
My lasting gratitude!
T'OTHER day picked up few copies
themes is what they call 'em nowadays. Any
way, we picked them up, read them and found
them interesting. They appear to be the work
of a grade To pupil Under the caption,
France, one learns that the people are very
neat and clean and most of our styles come
from them. The fashion they put out before
this last one is not very pleasing Conly to the
mem. But now they have longer skirts :"
Further were bit startled to learn that
Pelgium lis very low and has to have dikes
like the Dutch people have.
Too we followed the account of the burial
OF De Soto with rapt attention: AS he was
crossing the Mississippi river he died and as
the men had had many bad fights with the
Indians they did not want them TO know that
their white leader was dead. So they waited
until night and then wrapped him in white
sheet Git was not very white) and put loads
on him and then they sunk him"
willie, You Forgot the Password!
HIetter received by the city editor)
THANKS! That sure a heluva
write you gave me-a So Mason, Shriner,
Tempiar, citizen of the county for rs
wears or more, a man who laid out an
addition to this city, builded several
houses; known to everyone by the name
of Woodrow" because of his beauty and
grace so resembling the ex-president; a
man looking for beautiful woman with
a million dollars, who wants to add to
her expense account Etc. etc, &C., &c
Again thank you.
BANKER FORGAN says when he was a
boy girls who wanted to battle entered car
rage drawn by a blind horse and driven by
blind man and then were taken waist deep into
the surf. All, how times have changed
since grandpa was boy.
HIS LANDLADY.
He sat upo 4 curbstone a-tearing OF his hair:
OccasloAa4ly ne would groan, occasionally
swear.
My friend said l. "in deep distress you
really seem to be;
Let up little your grief and tell the
cause to me-"
He drew a well-blown handkerchief and blew
his mournful nose,
Then throwing up sigh or two he said: |
well, here it goes:
It's my landlady, SO it is, gives me all this
pain;
And if you're not particular I'll speak out
pretty plain.
shes crosser than her knives and forks when
first her tables set;
She's sourer than her pickles are, and always
ON the fret;
She's sharper than her carving knife and, like
her pies, reserved:
And herier than her pepper-sauce. and quite
high-strung, and nerved-
she waits upon the table, sir, but not upon
guest;
quick request,
And il, whene'er your week is out, you say
that you're out too,
You get slice of tongue (not cold) and some
thing of a stew.
she has her dinners always Late but break
fast is too soon;
There's nothing in her tea, perhaps, unless /
it is spoon.
She's colder than her coffee is, and crusty |
her pies;
She holds her head high as her terms-that.s
weekly on the rise!
Her will is harder than her BEDS and tougher
than the steaks;
Her smiles scarcer than her tarts and
sickly her cakes
She's distant, like her best preserves-which
they are but a dream
And she dispenses with remarks lust as she
does with cream.
You'd more touch her with appeal than
you would touch her hash;
The only thing she freely gives is your receipt
for cash."
He sobbed Said l, why don't you leave g'
Said he, You must be drunk,
Though worker than her coffee is, that woman
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