The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1942-07-30
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New Brier Patch
Cultivated by E. L. M.

Something new has been added
to the local Fire Department, in
the form of an assistant feminine
fire chief who was duly initiated
with her first ride on the roarin'
red engine last Thursday evening.
Some people gazed in amazement at
the sight of woman on the truck,
and one remarked, II wonder who
that can be. Why the men don't
even let their wives ride with them
on the fire enginel" For further
information, see the Chief of the
Department,-or wait until the next
practice night for the boys Thurs
day.
We. hear that one of the local
anglers pulled the fins over the
eyes of one of his fellow sports
men last week, when he actually
appeared with one of the slippery
swimmers the size of which most
people tell got away" He told a
tale of catching the monster up in
Crystal Lake, and almost convinced
the wide-eyed fellow fisher with
the yarn. until it finally came to
light that said fish had travelled in
from the coast-and not up the
Kootenai eitherl
Seems like man can't even do
a decent eight hours work a day
anymore without everyone standing
around and gazing in stark amaze
ment at the sight! Just ask the man
who recently started work in a box
factory and applied his lily white
hands in furious fashion on the
boards all one long, weary day.
Saw one young lad the other day
who is on the road to being a big
shot politician or something some
day-at least he is endowed with a
lot of nerve He had been sitting
in the corner on the floor of the
Fountain, buried deep in the adj
ventures of "Superman" and all his
companions for nearly an hour, as
has been his habit to do every day
for some time now, without ever
offering to deposit dime for the
literature. Then as he leisurely put
the last funny book up on the rack,
and got ready to leave, one of the
girls, just trifle irked, decided to
squelch the boy with a few sar-
castle words and said, We'll, have
you read everything you wanted,
and will that be all?"
No" replied the urchin, why
don't you ever have any of those
Walt Disney ones, they're the best,
guess I'll have to quit reading your
old books, and sauntered out the
door,
Rumor-' Round and round it
goes, and where it stops--nobody
knows!
The Brier Patch will miss him
we mean the man who used to
WELD a wicked razor in the corner
barber shop The guy who always
had friendly grin and a wise
crack for a geeting, even early on
a gloomy Monday morning. So
Long Gus, good luck to you, and as
the sign hanging in your window
here reads, Keep EN- Shavingl'
If the Court house lawn can have
concrete foundation, why can't
the tennis courts have an oil floor?
Can't tell us now that there is
nothing to that old unlucky num-
Der "13" hoodoo. Did you notice
the number on the snout of the
black, man-made monster that
ploWed itself off the tracks the 9TH
er day? 1t was 3313i
Sad as a gypsy serenadin' the
moon, only the sWarthy skinned in
.dividuals in town the first Of this
week didn't look any too sad-un-
til they were politely told by the
local law, to move along On
close observation, they seem to be
much more romantic in song than
in person too!
Two trends of thought that seem
to be driftin around in this old
world today-and it seems that if
she used more of the second and
less of the first-5it would be much
happier place to live in;
Two men look out through pris-
on bars
The one sees mud, and the other
sees stars"
For three days he had leaned
over the fence, watching the de-
molition squad at work on the ruins
caused by an air raid.
l. II. L