The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1928-01-26

ON a ranch, for some. years and
have worked literally toiled, six
teen hours day. Am woman,
a wife, but have never gone bare
footed, at least / have always
worn what / called shoes. you I'M
derstand, but there have been
times when I couldn't spare the
price for much needed, new pair
and it wasn't because both the
GUIDE mon and / had idled away
our time, either. s. -.
All. day I have been wondering
what would have happened thirty
five years ago in the little coun-
try town where I was raised, if a
T. C. Browne had written just such
a letter as appears in this weeks
paper. No, / do not wonder, eth
er. know full well what would
have happened. For my father was
the editor and I helped in the Of
flee. Mr.. Smith would already have
called on Mr.. Browne for personal
satisfaction, sir, and obtained the
same and then just to make as
surance double. would probably
have taken a shot or two at the
editor, but I am inclined to the
opinion that Mr.. Brownies sbark"
is worse than his "bite," and am
trusting that Mr.. Smiths sense
of humor has prevented him from
seeking satisfaction in the above
mentioned way. ri.
Now, I do not like the Kenne-
wick valley. Have been making
an earnest effort to leave ever
since I came. Yes, I know that
there are three railroads leading
from the village but unfortunately
they do not furnish free transport
alton, so will likely be here for a
while yet. And 1 do not wish to
insinuate that I have found no
thing good in the valley. Why, tho
I am personally, unacquainted
with our editor, what a real man
he must be. For several years af-
ter we moved here, I absolutely re-
fused to subscribe for this paper,
because in the very first copy that
I read, the editor knocked a great
and good man. Well, / got over
it in time but / hope he doesn't
do it again for we really need his
paper. 1t comes in mighty handy
to build fires and wipe grease out
of the skillet. Besides I recall a
very fine, short editorial in the
last Thanksgiving issue, entitled
"Will They Miss You?" That was
a sermon and fine literature.
Also, I must mention the Ken
newick schools. There have been
some wonderfully fine instructors
in our local schools, some poor
ones to be sure but so few of the
latter that the number is negli-
gible. We can point with pride to
our Kennewick schools.
Returning to editors, I well re-
member, years ago, my mother
''wrote up" the wedding of cou-
pie. The bride, a farmers daugh-
ter; the groom, the best of no.
toriously bad family. hard drink
ers, gamblers, swindlers gun tot
ers. My father read mothers
write up and casually remarked at
the breakfast table that he had
touched it up a bit as he was in
hopes that it might be the means
of healing breach of long stand
ing between our family and the
groom's. For some reason or 9TH
er that weeks proof sheet was not
taken home to be corrected.
I wrote off the subscription list
the day the paper came off the
press and took a copy home with
me, trifle ahead of father, and
handed the paper to mother. She
Immediately turned the wedding
write-up. l heard her gasp and
saw her face pale. When father
entered he read it and beamed at
us over his glasses until mother
pointed out that he had referred
to the bride as a rustic beauty, =
and handed him the dictionary
Father fairly babbled as he read
from Webster. No one in the fam
lily slept that night nor for sew
eral nights thereafter. For weeks
father carried a revolver and fol-
many day whenever he saw q
member of either the brides OF
the groom's family approaching
he had pressing business in the
other direction. at once, but as
no trouble over the matter ever
came about, we concluded that the
families of the contracting parties
were not close students of the die.
tionary.
Being a very busy person, twill
be impossible to finish this letter
at this time. / hope in the neal