White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1930-10-17
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Something New in Natural
History
n S PERCY KNIGHT, the English
"A comedian, told me the story,
there was once fellow countryman
of his. a seafaring man, who had a
turn for oil colors. Naturally his
fancy led him to marines. In odd
times aboard ship he practiced his
art until he had mastered two studies
Ia brig running before the wind in
the midst of a lot of cottOny-loOking
waves. and sloop beating her way
along a rocky shore.
This done, the ambitious one decid
ed to give up sailoring and turn art
list in earnest He would drift across
the country with his materials
strapped to his back and do signs for
public houses He had natural fond.
ness for public houses, anyhow.
On his first days travel he got two
commissions On the morning of the
second day at point we'll inland he
came upon wayside tavern. Above
it's door hung a signboard so battered
by the rains of years and so bleached
by the suns that the original design
upon 1t was practically obliterated;
only a few pale streaks of color re-
NAMED. In the doorway lOunged the
proprietor.
The wayfarer scented another job.
He halted, introduced himself as
craftsman and for price offered to
repaint the signboard.
''Righto," said the owner and bar.
gain was struck. Now, then" said
the public housekeeper, "wot's your
notion abaht dom me sign?"
"Well, on this side ere, I'll do you
a smart brig scuddin' along in art
gale" said the artist, land on the
other side wen ave tidy sloop
maxim for port with sunset behind
'er."
"Wyte bit, matey, wyte a bit"
said the publican, "Carn't you read?
Don't you see it says yonder that this
ere is' the Red Lion Inn? It's been
the Red Lion Inn for 70 years. Youth
paint me red lion there or the deals
Off"
The artist fetched a sigh of res
ignation.
Gave your own wye abaht It," he
agreed. "I'll paint you your bloomin'
red lion. But | warn you now it's
goin' to look quite bit like full
rugged ship!"
Henry's Way of Coming Home
THIS one was favorite with the
L late Joseph H. Choate. / heard
him use it more than once when he
was making after-dinner speeches.
81 had friend named JONES'" said
Mr.. Choate, whose son. although of
comparatively tender years. was ad
dicted to the reprehensible habit OF
indulging in alcoholic beverages. The
father packed him off to Harvard in
the hope that the youth might become
interested in educational matters and
lose his craving for hard liquor.
st appeared that the fathers
hopes were to be gratited. because
the young man, in writing home to
ask that his allowance be increased,
told his sire, that he had mended his
ways and now was devoting himself
exclusively to the undertaking of &C.
quiring learning. The senior Jones
was most highly gratified. He decid
ed to run up to Cambridge and per.
sonally to congratulate his offspring
upon the reformation which had been
effected To make the meeting more
pleasant he would take the youngster
by surprise So, without announcing
his intention. he started.
"But the train was delayed and my
friend did not reach Cambridge until
after midnight He got in cab and
rode to the boys boarding house. The
building was dark.
Leaving the cab at the curbing. he
felt his way up the walk, rang the
doorbell and pounded on the door
Eventually an upstairs window was
opened and an elderly lady, the pro
prietor of the establishment, showed
her head.
SWELL she called out. what is
wanted?
"'Does Mr. Henry Jones. Junior
live here? asked the father.
Eyes said the old lady YEARLY
Garry him in
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