The Coconino sun., 1924-07-25

ed this morning. The dear thing has
just caught mouse"
Dey say as how man is jest a
mere worm, after all" remarks Jedge
Fuller, "an' / reckons dat am right,
fo' sho' huff, de chickens gets bofe.
''I'm going to quit worrying, y
says Orinn Compton. 1T only makes
you older and doesn'C do any good.
I'm going to hire some fellow at $40
a day TO do my worrying for me, and
the first thing he can worry about is
where I'm going to get the $50.
George Short, the long typewriter
man, of Prescott, said that one of the
cowboys that came in to the rodeo
doings there early had a drink or
two and told everyone he owned 900
acres of land and 1700 cattle in Texas.
He borrowed SO from George Mlauk
and before long was telling he owned
100000 acres of land and 10000
cattle. He borrowed anothr $40 and
that was the last seen of him. He
presumably left for Texas to pay
taxes on the whole estate.
Earl Slipher at Rotary last week
got mixed up when he tried to say
precipitation or something like that
and had to back up several times and
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lingual organs got to synchronizing
so the rest could tell what he was
trying to say.
L. B. McMullen said it reminded
him of the fellow who was talking
about our present political policies
toward our Philippine possessions"
and the fellow he was talking to
didn't know whether he needed a
macintosh or the fellow talking need
ed his plumbing fixed.
G. B. Wilson told the story Charlie
Cooley of Holbrook is fond of relating
about the Indian who got rich in oil
and bought him a Packard car. Next
morning he came back to the Packard
salesroom, all bunged up, and afoot.
He explained that he was going fast
and the trees and houses and fence
posts all went past flying. He saw a
bridge ahead and he turned out to let
that go past too.
Here's the way they chant down
in Louisiana when the dominoes am a
gallopin' hard, says Bill Cady:
Swing low, sweet dices, carry nah
bacon home. Don't do yo' pa
no wrong. i. Roll sugar! Roll dem
eyes. .Lawd, Lawdy! guide dem
chillun's footsteps. Don't let dem
stray. Turn! turn! honey, turn
dat other cheek. OATS eight.
Yo' can eight, dice ] knows yo' gwine
eight. Las time yo' eight, yo' daddy
ct. .. Nah roll am faded,
bones, don't fade nah smile. y. Nah
baby's toes is stickin' out. Little
marbles, shoe dat chile Rattle!
rattle yo' tremblin' bones, en- eff dat
winter comes comes don't let nah old
bones rattle den. Here yo' goes
little messengers, Use sendin' yo' out
agin. Bear de good news on yo' lips
Make eight! Lawd, hep 'em
eight! .Lif' up on yo' lips. /. :.
Make eight! Lawd hep 'em eight. ;.
Lif' up dem hoofs yo' galloping domi-
nos ]. Whoa! lay down en- wallow!
Hey! Watch dat spotted kangru jump!
Dah's nine. Jes miss dat eight one
pint. Dat come so clos de money
start ter feel NAH pulse. Nex'
time, little sweet'arts jes close dat
other eye. s. Now, we gwine sweep
dis flo. I. Us gonna clean dis game
so clean de soap hafta jine de army of
de unemployed. s.. Ashes to ashes an
dus' to dus' gwire dress dat brown
gal up-when de dice stop rollin' dis
game be bus. Git me two pints
er nubbin juice. !. Hang red tie
roun' my neck en- a high brown ON my
arm. .. Gonna put fo' bits in church.
Dat parson got to be paid
Lawd, make desc bones behave.
Let 'em roll ez straight ter de mark
ez dat rock David throw'd. ~. Little
dices, Use er sendin yo' ter place
called eight, en- don't yo' lose dat
dah address. Use startin' yo off
wild eight spots on top. Now be yo'
iaddy's little leopards. Don't change
yo' spots. OATS eight! Dem little
black eyes don't lie. Come to yo'
papa, babies, yo' duty is did. II
gotta cradle in my yes fer vol Jes
take yo' res on dat roll er bills, en-
let dat five spot be yo' piller.