The Coconino sun., 1923-03-30

barn burned, it was alleged, from
sparks from an engine.
Attorney C. B. Wilson of Flagstaff
and Robert O. Brennan of Los An
geles, represented the company. Some
of Mr. Miller's testimony was object
ed to by Mr.. Brennan on the ground
that it was incompetent, irrelevant
and immaterial" Then Mr. Brennan
started to ask the witness other ques-
tions whereupon the latter said: II
won't answer another question OF
yours You said i was incompetent.
I'll wait until we get outside of this
courtroom and then I'll damn soon
Shove you whether Pm incompetent or
notlp
With our rhymists:
He belonged to a gallant drum corps,
Tried to mash young girl in the
storps,
But she though him quite rude,
And called him dude,
And never would speak to him morps.
FANK 3. RICHMOND.
There was a young INDECENT Dr.,
\ Il
With battery he shr.,
Quite senseless he knr.
Ten plunks was the sum that he sr.
ID. l. HERRING.
A clever young man at the Sault,
Bit off more than he safely could
chault,
And the people all shout,
Now the cash has run out,
"We1l sault you-that's what we will
dault"
JOHN A. ADAMS.
There was young lady at Bingham,
Who knew many songs, and could
sing EN-.
But she couldn't mend hose,
And she wouldn't wash clothes,
Or help her old mother to wiring EN-.
w H. HUDGENS.
Our foolish dictionary:
Brace. Security for the trousers.
Bracer. Security for the stomach.
Bracelet. Security for the pawn
broker.
ice Wilson told the Rotary club the
other day that being banker--a JOB
of which the popular conception is
that the man holding it doesn't have
much to do-reminded him of the lit
| tie boy who was fond of asking ques-
tions and wanted to know of his faith
er what he did at the office all day.
The old man, out of patience, said:
"Oh, nothing' "Well, then," asked
the boy, chow do you know when
you've finished ?"
| Bob Brennan, Los Angeles attorney,
in his address 10 the jury here last
week, told of a st. Paul girl who got
on a Mississippi river steamboat to
go to New Orleans. She was going
there to get job and carried with
her a lot of fine references from
places where she formerly had work
| ed. On the way down the eyriver these
papers were blown cut Of her hands
and lost. She was III despair. She
went to the captain, explained her
| loss and asked him if he couldn't
write something she could use as a
reference when she got to New Or
leans. He agreed that he could, and
would So he went to his cabin, and
wrote:
"To whom it may concern: The
bearer of this letter, Miss Susan
Syrup, had a good reputation when
she got on this boat at ST. Paul, but
she lost it on the way down the riv-
er"
City Clerk Clarence t. Pulliam was
a little shaver when an uncle of his
came here from the east on a visit.
His father hired team and with Mrs.
Pulliam and the uncle and Clarence,
drove to Grand Canyon. They stood
on the brink of the big chasm. There
was lot Of snow on the big noun
tains spread below them. "Who made
this canyon? ?" the uncle quizzically
asked Clarence. "Me and God" was
the instant response. How" he was
asked. "Oh," Clarence explained,
"God laid the bricks and / put the
snow on"
The above, by way of variety, is a
true story, as are-whether you be-
lieve it or not-most CT the stories
told here. And so is the following:
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