The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1935-10-24

The knitting craze which recently
swept the Amalgamated Society for
the Prevention of Work, was given a
distinct boost last Friday night when
the only prizes awarded at the fashion
show were presented to men--a Mr..
Smith and Dr. Peck. Mr.. Smith, it is
rumored, selected his yarn for some
beach pajamas. That will give him all
winter to work on them, and a man
who can't knit pair of beach pajamas
in seven months has no right to wear
any.
1t is also rumored that he tried to
bride Miss Perl Futz toremainhere and
do his knittin' as sideline, but she and
her knitting needles have already re-
turned to the big city from whence she
came, wherever that is.
Doctor Peck was the more lucky of
the two. He got knitting bag, already
finished and ready for downtown shop
ping. Or he can use it to carry around
the serum for these Schick and Dick
tests. The bag no doubt will also
carry a whale of a lot of those fiat
sticks with which he tickles the tonsils
of the school children from time to
time.
The only shenanigans in the whole
procedure was the way in which Doctor
Peck shook the box of tickets. Gust
like they do at the Irish Sweepstakes,
he said as he gave it a vigorous wiggle.
Then they pulled out his ticket. There
were only four men in the entire audi
ence and two of them got prizes. It's
shame they didn't give away two more
prizes. Then all the men would have
been supplied.
One person was so delighted last
week because we used his name in this
column that he called US up and asked
if there were any charges; that he
would be glad to give US bonus for
giving him such publicity. He begged
us to use his name again this week.
Since the fashion show is all over, l
don't know just how to work him in.
So guess Joseph NJ. Gender will have
to wait until some other time for fur
Their publicity.
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Evidently the tables have turned for
Harry Mickey. In another hunting
spree he seemed to be the "early bird"
and Russ Brown had to be content with
the leftover worms-or in other words
the little baby worms.
All that Russ had to show for his
hunt this time was little baby SPUR
rel that fell out of the nest. It's eyes
weren't even open yet. And was Rus
sells gun butt red.
Brother Thomp Lipscomb, who was
his side partner suggested that the next
time they a-hunting go that Russ take
his knitting along.
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Not until you go among the farm
ers of the county do you find the
genuine hospitality with which they
greet you, treat you and tell you
goodbye.
Sunday being a good day in which
to browse around the county, county
road took US to the home of Mr.. and
Mrs. Chauncey Bittinger, down near
the old Engle's Mills, one of the old
est structures of its kind in the coun-
ty. Mr.. and Mrs. Bittinger were so
hospitable that when we left they
loaded down the back seat of our car
with apples. They seemed eager to
give and got genuine enjoyment out
of giving. If more people were like
that the world would be a better place.
And did we enjoy the apples!
Two things that are wrong with this
country are:
100 much lntoXlcatlon.
Too much intaxication.
A stranger called at the office the
other day. Archibaldson asked his
business. "You did me favor ten
years ago." said the stranger, "and
l have never forgotten it."
"Ah," said Archibaldson, smiling
with great satisfaction, "and now you
have come back to return it."
'Not exactly. I've just reached town.
l need another favor, so l thought of
you right away"
Isn't that just like those on relief
coming to Uncle Sam?
An article in the American Maya
zine entitled "Good Men Plowed I'm
DER" certainly delves into the relief