The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1931-06-11

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banker calling me, and he certainly
did it, twice this week. If was Noah
Webster l would cut out the word
"overdrawn" in my next dictionary
edition.
Looked Like Real Fish Story
Believing that all fish stories should
look rather jumbled and out of pro-
portion, to compare favorably with
the majority of those who tell them,
the one last week in The Republican
about the 28-inch monster, was writ
ten in that style.
However, just as close questioning
and careful examination of the details
of story will usually bring out the
truth from the narrator, so will a
careful study of the printed story
bring out the truth. The article is
written in three columns and not clear
across the page as it looks. If the
reader will but pick up last week S
issue, and divide the material into
three equal parts, then read down the
column, he will discover what manner
of fish is being jerked out of Deep
Creek.
And speaking of Deep Creek Lake
At the roadhouse formerly managed
by Soldier Halsey, and now in charge
of several gentlemen, evidently of
Grecian ancestry, they are charging
ten cents for an ice cream cone, and
ten cents for a cup of coffee. We
have heard rumors that soft drinks
are also ten cents, as we'll as num-
Der of other articles which sell any
where else for jitney.
Maybe they'll profit from it, but it's
a cinch that Deep Greek won't.
**A
If you haven't heard about Law
renee Junkins' trip to see the parade
on Friday night, you had better
hustle right down to the chopping
block in Smouse's meat department.
He rushed home from work, MIXED
the cows and chickens, gathered his
family, and set out for the Firemen's
jubilee. He had heard so much talk
during the day about the big parade
that he didn't want to miss it.
His first mistake was when he
didn't turn left at Bear Creek. When
: he got to Grantsville the parade was
just starting-in Friendsville. He
will tell you himself, about his return
trip. Just ask him about it.
Archibaldson has gone in for rails
ing ducks. He has built the duck
pond, now all he needs is something
to put in it. His concrete work would
make Bill Whorton jealous. And if
anybody saw him smuggling bush
eel of limestone gravel from that pile
in the road in front of his house, don't
accuse him unjustly. He made con-
tract with the city councilman Cot
McComas for that amount.
Next summer, if that spirea grows
high enough, we are going to install
, bathtub and shower bath out there.
It's the same story about running
out of gas and having to walk home,
but in this case it was three girls who
had to do the walking-last Friday
evening-from Deer Park to Oakland.
Pharm Philosophy
This poem is from poet of Calhoun
county, w. Va, and appeared origin
ally in the Courtesy and Service mag
azine of the West Penn Company. 1t
will probably hit a number of Garrett
countians:
We live in the country, the best of all
places,
From the hide of a grounding we cut
our shoe laces.
We produce our own living by hoeing
twixt rocks, .1
And never wear any but homemade
wool socks.
We trade wool and bees-wax for cloth
to make clothes,
And the cracks in our house let in
wind when it blows.
In summer "the woman" cans beans
and tomatoes,
While dig like hell for few small
potatoes.
Our meat and lard come from mast
fattened hogs,
And our only diversion is children and
dogs.
The dogs are right good to run squir-
rels and rabbits,
But the children incline to insidious
habits.