, 1923-02-04
Hardly Know The
Old Place Now, Reader;
1t Don't Look The Same!
BY JOHN HANDsHAKER
alias Weed Dickfnson.)
Special Casper Correspondent.

TIE street he figures he will put the
House over there. where it will have
a nice Western Exposure.
Well. the guy which owns the house
is a Crabby sort OF bird. and although
the vote which is taken goes Over.
whelmingly Against him, still he says
the house is all right as Il is, n
to leave II alone. / try to reason with
him, but Sound Arguments seem 20
Slide OF of him like Pan of Milk on
the Top Shelf. I show him very
Concllsively that he should not treat
a Guest like this. and besides, 1 ex-
plain to him. the House is liable 70
get a nice Exposure from four direc-
lions II left where 1t Is, and he might
just as well leave 1t be moved. But
he can not see It that way. He is a
Dumb Baby somewaze, at that.
Well. while I am down cellar with
my Friend, which is trying to find
out what Holds the House down, so
he can cut it loose from its m~oorlngd1
and carry 1t over across the street, r.
notace n of the other guests is
down there too. l would not notace
this only for the fact that he leaves
the Drawer Of the Bureau he Crawls
into parity Open; but there he is
sleeping in a Rather Cramped
Position.
When I get back upstairs I find
three guys which is holding a con
versation. That is, two of them is
holding the Conversation, and the
third baby is Ambitious to Try and
Hold one. He keeps on talking some.
but the other two do not pay any
attention to him Well, he figures h.
must attract their attention some
how, and Get Notaced. SO presently
he hawls away and Socks one of the
two Takers. Then they notace him.
all right. Both of them start to
swarm yer him. but 1 inject a few
chosen words and that fight stops. A
new one begins Immediately, how
ever. with me in the leading role.
Well, Reader, 1t locks like to mo
that 1 am breaking up little battles
all the rest OF the time. I am so
Kill.joy or Spoil Sport or anything,
but 1 figure it is too early for the
Bouts. n they should be staged
later. However, a little later the boys
are all busy Moving the House. and
Burying the Dead. SC I guess perhaps
1 am Parcipitate. at that. in Interior
ing with these Social Amenities.
While these matters are going on,
my Boss returns and starts to play
Little Peaces on the Spanish Guitar.
However, he puts It down in a minnit.
because one of the wrecking Crew
puts n DOT through 1t while he Is
away. This baby Is always putting
his foot in Something, l will say.
And this makes my Boss very peevish.
He would not mind did somebody
Gang him, or Steal his Money, or
Roll him, or Set Fire to his house,
but when you get Careless with one
of his 81 Varieties of Musical Instru.
penis o are Going Too Far, Reader!
So he leaves the party Flat.
Well. Reader, 1t all reminds me
some of the great ines OF Southey,
| the Poet, I believe, which go you
| remember.
1T was n winter evening when all the
work was through.
And out before the blasted door was
rolling Brother Lou, :,
And with him rolled upon h snow
the guests who could not ear
to go.
The nelghbors found the house re-
moved. as everybody planned,
It is not now across the street,-but
it can hardly stand:
l don't know what twas all about.
but twas a celebrated route
(Southey. l think.
The place does not look the same
now, and 1 do not feel the same. and
my Boss does not act the same. I
s~ertainly hope my Friend leaves town
soon, believe me-
It also reminds me Of the words OF
Shakespeare. which says:
True patriots we, for be 1t under.
stood
We left our country for our
country's good"
I hope my friend is well read in