The Republican., 1931-07-02

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Scoop, but to praise him. He was a
good chap, but heartless. The sad,
sweet smile of blasted hopes on the
classic features of Oakland's fair sex
testifes to his once (but now almost
forgotten) popularity. We dread the
consequences of his plunge, into the
sea of matrimony, wherein he will
possibly learn that the pen is not as
mighty as the rolling pin! Peace be
to his ashes.
Before Scoops demise Chats not
just the word, but let it go) his Oak
land friends noticed that he was ab-
sent minded; had dreamy look in his
eyes; a smile of cherubic sweetness
on his lips, flushed to the roots of his
hair when Glove" was mentioned, and
altogether caused his friends much
anxiety. He certainly acted as though
he had bats in his garret. 1t was not
until he was found one night on the
bridge gazing with rapt attention at
the full moon with his hand on his
heart and a picture of girl-his
girl-held before his eyes, that we
realized that, like measles, love had
touched him at vital spot. He was
in love with love!
And now he's married!
THE STAFF.
Scoop may think he played a fine
trick on his Oakland friends by leav-
ing us out of the wedding festivities.
We can't figure out why he treated us
so shabbily unless he was ashamed of
us or thought some of us handsome
guys might fall too deeply in
love with Polly, or maybe he hadn't
figured on our wedding presents
rolling pins and sich-which is con-
soling to our pocket-books.
Well, he's got the worst of it, for
very soon after the wedding bells stop
jingling, Polly and Scoop each take
their separate journeys-Polly back
to the West to roll up her sleeves and
work harder than ever to support
Scoop as we'll as herself, while he will
knuckle down to hard work in The
Republican office with Archibaldson to
make enough wherewithal to buy the
many things he did not get in wedding
presents with which to furnish his
little love nest, yet an air castle.
We cannot refrain, however, from
sending our congratulations, for Polly
is sweet and you all know what Scoop
is or is not. We feel sad for Scoop,
for we can visualize him with pen in
hand writing to wifey:
Once I jes' thought the world was
great,
But now I'm sure it isn't;
Cause you has gone where l amt,
And left me where you isn't.
A READER OF SCOOP.
Dear Boss Editor:
Don't you think is was terrible for
Scoop to go and take unto himself
better half without first securing a
referendum, and writ Of matrimony
vinci. But after all, this might stop
his brother from coming to visit
Archibaldson. The only thing that got
Scoops goat then was that his brother
had longer reach at the table than
he did. And we all thought Scoop
would go to housekeeping right away,
but the word leaked out that he will
still occupy his suite at Archibaldson's
so it looks to me that Archie will
have to work from 6 a. m. to 6 a. m.
to satisfy that athletic appetite of
Scoops. And, Mr.. Boss, let it be
understood now that Scoops vacation
for 1881 is over, but keep an eye on
him for he has just the nerve to tell
you in August that it is time for his
annual two weeks, and if he does we
will issue a fieri fracus, for the read
ers of The Republican want this col
umn running full time and excuses
will not do it. Make him keep his
nose on the grindstone, if you have to
get Mrs. Scop to help. Here's wishing
Scoop all the happiness in the world,
and that all his troubles may be little
ones.
COLONEL BELL,
Official Photographer for Scoop.
P. ST. am hiding in the bush until
he gets over this.
Finally
Sacred to the Memory of Scoop
Who left this life of single blessed
ness and contentment to enter the
state of where he is not the boss at
any time or under any circumstances.
He is gone and he is not forgotten.
AN ADMIRER.
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