The Monmouth inquirer. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1865-1933, 1924-10-09
Human Nature

Human nature is a great institu-
tion," observed the druggist. 1.-THE
more / study my fellow men and re-
mark their curves, the more respect
and admiration l have for them"
Every now and then / feel and
talk that way" said the county sur
veyor, land whenever that occurs
somebody is sure to come along and
sell me a gold brick or burglarize my
hen roost I'm naturally optimistic,
even enthusiastic, where human ma
ture is concerned, but have had so
many umbrellas swiped by bosom
friends that there are moments when
| take pessimistic view.
Just now / am feeling that human
nature is greatly overestimated, and
/ doubt whether there's man in the
United States who won't bear watch
ing.
yesterday / made a trip in my
auto to a rather desolate and unten-
anted part of the county On official
business. On the way home some
thing went wrong with the engine OF
my car. am pretty handy at fixing
such things, and began tinkerlng
away. Now and then a grand old
farmer would come along in his car,
and he'd always stop and get out and
ask whether there was anything he
could do. Two or three offered to tow
me to town, fourteen miles away, and
several of them got themselves all
creased up reaching around in the en-
CINE to find out what the trouble
was.
",rhus they would come and go
away, kind, considerate, anxious to
help a brother in distress, and you
will not be surprised when tell you
that l sat down on the running board
of my car and wept out of the fullness
of my heart. The goodness of man
filed me with emotions couldn't con-
troll.
"Well. 1 tinkered and fused and it
seemed that couldn't get the engine
to going. The afternoon was growing
old, and was long way from smell
ter and refreshments. So at last /
concluded that I would walk TO
farm house and telephone to town for
help. The nearest house that had
phone was four miles away, and 1t
took me some time to make the trip,
for I had to climb barbed-wire fences
and was freed for a while by a dog
that hadn't had anything to est for
long time.
"At last / got to phone and got
connection with q garage in town.
and received a promise that man
would be out to haul me in immedi-
ately. so l walked back to my car.
Imagine my emotions when found
that during my absence it had been
stripped of its tires, which were new,
and lot of my best tools.
IT was standing there wringing my
hands and gnashing my teeth and
wishing / had some sackcloth and
ashes when the garage man arrived.
He sized up the situation at once and
began doing some sleuthing. He was
a natural-born Sherlock Holmes.
without the aid of dark-lantern or
even false whiskers, he announced,
after examining the tire track around
us, that he knew who had swiped the
goods. 1t was Wolfman, farmer
some miles away. He has a three
cornered patch on his tire that I put
there myself said the sleuth, and he
stopped here about half an hour ago,
and his tracks are here, where he pull
led your tires
1--WE went to Wolfman's and found
the missing goods under pile of hay.
I didn't say nothing much to him. l
felt too sick.
For 1t was Wolfman's generous
conduct more than anything else that
had made me sit down on the running
board and cry. There wasn't anything
that man wasn't willing to do to help
me out of my predicament.
when thing like that happens to
a man it takes him about three
weeks to recover his faith in human
nature"