The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1937-12-30


terlands the new crop of native ora
tors is bountiful one; and the typ
ical silver tongues of the great
open spaces-I'm speaking of their
neighborhoods although l might in
clude their mouths-are still con-
WINGED that the sweetest music on
earth is the sound of ones own voice
uplifted in eloquence.
An English preacher had the best
formula: Stand up to be seen, speak
up to be heard, shutup to be appre-
ciated. If he'd left out all but the
last part, 'twould have been per-
feet recipe.
TOmorrow's Treasures.
WANT to acquire untold wealth
w for your latter years, or, any,
how, for your grateful heirs?
Then collect things. Collect cheap
things which are both common and
commonplace. Then sit down and
wait for these objects to become
obsolete and therefore priceless.
Yesterdays necessity is today's
junk, but will be tomorrow's treas
ured antique.
Assume you'd saved up old cir
Gus bills, or Mississippi river steam
boat menus, or buggy whips, or
those handpainted slop-jars former
ly found in all truly refined homes.
Henry Ford or some museum would
take a lot at any price.
I,y,o -
purely imaginative conception. I
have one perfect specimen of idyl-
lie creation-a timetable of the old
Florida East Coast railroad, also a
complete working synopsis of the
Townsend plan-iust sheer fantasy.
But the most fanciful romances are
the platform pledges adopted at ma
tional conventions of the two great
parties during the last twenty years
there's real fiction for you!
Germany's Colonies.
livery nation is united in the
~ magnanimous attitude that to
Germany should be restored the
colonies taken from her by the win
ming side in the Worlds war-except
the nations that acquired the said
colonies in the split-up.
That's the main hitch. It's more
than hitch. It's hard knot, tied
originally with hate and sealed now
with greed. In other words, sauce
for the goose is sauce for the gan
der-unless it happens to be our
gander, which naturally alters the
case
Nor seemingly has it occurred to
any government that the original
owners of Germany's former terri
torial possessions might like to have
say about whom they're going to
belong to in future. But then, if ever
we started considering the wishes of
despoiled native tribes over the
world, where would the white mans
noble civilization be?
Cosmopolites.
THE last time before this that
L Captain Mike Hogg and Major
Raymond Dickson returned to their
ranch at Cast Blanca, Mex, they
were just back from New York.
That night, at the clubhouse, the
hands, mostly Texas lads, foregath-
cred to hear the bosses tell about
the wonders of the great city. One
or two of them had visited New
York, so these cosmopolitans pro-
ceeded to exhibit their familiarity
with its sights.
Major" said one, 81 reckon old
Grants tomb's still doin' business at
the same stand, eh?"
"And I bet the aquarium is right
where she was when / was there"
said another. "And all them tall
buildin's."
There was present one lanky
youth who had never been fifty
miles away from where he was
born, in a bend of the Rio Grande;
probably never had seen a town of
more than a thousand inhabitants.
But with all these seasoned trav-
elers showing off, he didn't mean to
be left out. He waited for an open
ing.
"Cap'n Nike" he said, "ten me,