The Coconino sun., 1922-10-27

Ing camp at once to place about mile away.
 Harry had a well-preserved Indian skull at his trading post. It was sit ting on a shelf in the closet. One night, after he had retired he heard something splash. Getting up to in- vestigate he found the skull in some mysterious manner had hopped off the shelf and plump into a basin of wa ter setting on the floor in the bed room at least five feet out from the perpendicular line the skull should have fallen in. He picked the skull upI and set it outdoors and the next day gave it away to another white man. He confesses he didn't want itI around any more. Which reminded Carl of the time wrapped it carefully so that none of the Indians he met would know what he had. But within a few minutes an Indian accused him of having the skull and with several others angrily charged him with being a "grave devil" Carl said the widest display of su- prostitution he ever saw was one day in his trading post when an old squaw was there and her son-in-law came in. They saw each other at the same time. The squaw shrieked in mortal terror and so did all the other squaws in the place-and jumped over a counter in her rush outdoors and far away. The son-in-law ran into the warehouse l and stuck his head down between two sacks of flour. It was several min utes before he would move and when he did he was trembling with terror, After a marriage, the penalty is blindness if the mother-in-law sees her daughters husband.
 Fellow sitting on the curb near the First National bank the other day when a freckle-faced little fellow went past. "Durned eff 1 know whether that kid belongs to Les Hart or Bill Switz- CT or Dan Hogan" the man said, "but it's one of the three of them"
 Chas. Mason of The Sun staff found the following in a song book publish ed in the early sos. It appealed to him, not because he can sing, but be- cause it's so timely.
 The congressman all have such fat
 situations,
 They don't care to lose them; at
 least not quite yet! They want one more dash at that
 much-talked-of Creature That horrible vulture-the National
 Debt.
 While commerce lies idle and business
 stands waiting, And poor men are striving for jobs
 they cant get; The statesmen grow fat, and treir
 pockets are lining; They've learned how to manage the
 National Debt. Of course they must travel and feast
 at their pleasure,
 And drive their fast horses, and
 gamble and bet, And growl all the time bout their
 great tribulations, And brag how they're less'ning the
 National Debt. The soldiers and sailors who fought
 for their country,
 May shift for themselves or stand
 out in the wet They gained enough glory to last
 them lifetime,
 And now they must help pay this
 National Debt. This is all very fine, if the people can
 see it,
 But the pill is so large it won't go
 down yet.
 We are perfectly willing the next gen.
 eration
 Should have a fair chance at this
 National Debt.
 President L. B. McMullen of the Normal school has invented a sleeping bag par excellence, ipso facto and pro- fundis. It consists of a piece of can vas six feet long, wide enough to go around the victim and lap over. Then, over the lap is another strip, fastened down at either side with harness buckles. A headpiece is provided, also fastened with harness snaps. Once inside, the victim can snap himself in so securely that no water can pene- trate; also securely enough to prevent him getting up too early in the morn- ing.
 Each of the other male members of the Normal faculty advised that no royalty charges are to be made, has made himself sleeping bag after the same pattern.
 That of Dr. McMullen remains the de luxe edition, however, for Mrs. McMullen, realizing her husband had not been abundantly provided by na- ture with upholstery over his angles, lined his bag with feathers.