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THE EXAMINER, McKINNEY, TEXAS, NOVEMBER 19, 1936
McKinney Examiner
CLINT THOMPSON
F. C. THOMPSON
J. FRANK SMITH
Editors and
Proprietors
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ney, Texas, as Second-Class Mail
Matter.
Thanksgiving!
Thanksgiving Day! What sweet
memories of the long ago come to all
of our older people. The happy visits
to grandma’s house in the country,
where all the children assembled in a
reunion; the long dining table, load-
ed with deliciously cooked food—
cakes, pies, doughnuts, fruits, all cap-
ped with the huge turkey cooked as
only grandmothers know how; at the
head of the table grandpa, bowing his
head in humble thanks and praise to
the Lord, while the children waited
impatiently for the real exercises to
begin—the. carving of the turkey and
the “passing” of the well-filled plates.
Somehow or other we feel that
town children who have never been
blessed with a real honest to goodness
country grandpa and grandma, have
missed half their life. Though these
loved ones have been sleeping, for
these many years in the near-by ceme-
tery, thei memories of those care-free,
happy days crowd in on us as we ap-
proach the on-coming Thanksgiving
festival. And we wish every one
could be just as happy next Thursday,
and have such an appreciative appe-
tite and as delicious food with which
to satisfy it, as was our good fortune
while a “little boy out to grandma’s.”
Winning by Kindness
Some of those who have seen the
impressive shows of the Texas Cen-
tennial have more to say of the
friendliness shown to visitors by the
people of Texas than they have to say
of the splendid exhibits which bear
witness to 100 years of Texan prog-
ress. Some declare with real en-
thusiasm that the people of Texas are
the friendliest and the kindest that
they ever met, says the Oklahoma
City Oklahoman.
This exhibition of the kindly feel-
ing, which has won for Texans such'
widespread praise, has cost the people
of that imperial commonwealth noth-
ing at all. Yet that feeling will be ex-
tremely helpful to Texas through
many coming years. It will pay larger
dividends than many of the Centen-
nial show’s most elaborate exhibits.
It will create—it has created—a na-
tion-wide desire to return to Texas
for another visit at some future time.
An unfriendly attitude and utter
lack of kindness are no assets to any
state or city. Just one contact with
a truculent filling station attendant
or just one night at an unaccommodat-
ing hotel will give the tourist an un-
favorable opinion of an entire city or
state. Many people never want to
pay a return visit to a state in which
they have suffered an unpleasant ex-
perience. One over-officious police-
man can convert a thousand tourists
into eternal enemies of his city. The
village whose marshal preys upon the
unwary traveler becomes a stench in
the nostrils of the touring public.
If Texas reopens her Centennial
shows next summer, many of the ffitiT
titude who saw the exhibits in 1936
will want to see them again in 1937.
And among the throngs who will pay
the great shows a second visit will
be some drawn back to Texas by the
memories of kind and friendly treat-
ment. For while showing her prize
possessions to a visiting world Texas
has won friends throughout the coun-
try by the friendliness of her people.
“Closed Road”
Few but who love to read a restful
article at times. One that has noth-
ing to do with politics or this restless
age of turmoil, doubt and fear. We
are presenting you one of these splen"
did stories in another column entitled
“Closed Road.” The writer of the
story is talking of a quiet stroll in
some New England state. “Closed
Roads” are common now; in these days
of road building. “Detour” is a fre-
quent sign you read. But there is
nothing that appeals to you in these
home country roads like this story of
the closed roads in New Hampshire
or some other of the older New Eng-
land states. The old store keeper’s
reference to high road taxes will
give you something to think of if you
have not caught the spirit of the
writer in his rambling journey into
forbidden roads.
“Off the Range”
Burglars robbed our postmaster-
editor contemporary of the Courier-
Gazette Sunday night while he was
away at church and got off with all
his good clothes except those he had
on. Now that is what comes of a
newspaper man wandering off the
“range” into the post office business.
If Walter had “stayed put” on his
hewspaper job no burglar would havd
thought of exploring his home. But
holding fat jobs makes the burglar
gents sit up and take notice. Aw,
well, here’s hoping Walter manages
to get a new lot of clothes before too
cold weather sets in.
For Fish Ponds
The Examiner having made some
remarks on the building of fish hatch-
eries over at Lake Dallas, Dr. J. J.
Taylor, knoAvn. far and wide as State
Press, of the Dallas News, visions the
day when EVERY MAN may have an
opportunity to catch a fish. He says:
“Little fishes into big fishes, grow.
And big fishes are much esteemed as
food by the food faddists. Fish was
a favorite on the menu, of the earliest
men. They were easier to catch than
the wild game was to kill, and the
women could help with the fishing
while the men were in the woods try-
ing to snare the rabbit or hamstring
the elusive raccoon. Fish are no less
liked today. So, why not build lakes
in every populous country, see'd them
with minnows from the public hatch-
eries and grow the latter into pan-
sized fish? Why not tell the poor to
go forth and fish to their hearts’ con-
tent and eat until they are filled?
Something of this sort was advocat-
ed by the Hon Bill Murray, then Gov-
ernor of Oklahoma. Governor Murray
has always been a man of practical
ideas. He has discounted idealism as
a release from the pressing problems
of poverty. He has favored the tan-
gible as against the intangible. And
his political life has not been alto-
gether a happy one. The people still
believe more in fiction than in fish.
There is, however, nothing more prac'
ticable than a fish pond. Anybody
can have one, at the expense of a lit-
tle labor and less money. Where
water is, there are the fishes also.
But if the volunteer fish are not want-
ed, the pure-bred Holsteins or Guern-
seys or Poland Chinas may be had
from the official hatcheries. Fish in
their natural element require little
feeding and cheap feed. Why not raise
them and make the available to the
needy who have no meat?”
Speaks 11 Languages
“The United States is the most cos-
mopolitan country in the world,’’ the
Metropolitan Theodosia Abourgely,
archbishop of the Syrian Orthodox
Church, on a special mission to Amer-
ica for the patriarch of his church,
said at Dallas in an address last Fri-
day.
The Metropolitan Abourgeiy is
archbishop of Tyre and Sidon and is
the director of a school located a
short distance from Lebanon, which
has been famedi for its cedars since
the time of Solomon. He came to the
United States in June of 1935 as the
legate of the Apostolic Orthodox Pat-
riarchate of Antioch and all the East
and as a special representative of His
Beatitude, the Partiaxch Alexander
III, Damascus, Syria. He speaks 11
languages and during his 14 months
in America has learned to speak Eng"
lish fluently. His presence in Dallas
has stimulated interest in the exhibits
at the Hall of Religion on the Centen-
nial grounds. This Hall of Religion
exhibit was made possible by the lib-
erality of the Lone Star Gas Company.
We wonder if we church people ard
giving tips great corporation a proper
amount of appreciation for its splen-
did co-operation in this matter. Too
many of us accept such help as a
matter of course. While in Dallas at-
tend the Centennial and be sure to
visit the Hall of Religions.
Turkey Strike
Turkey raisers have struck for
more than 11 cents per pound for
their produce. Many of the owners of
small flocks are accepting the 11
cents and going ahead without the
worry. Those who hold the bulk of
the turkey crop—the larger producers
are standing pat for a higher price.
It is said nobody wants to shoot Santa
Claus. But in a strike by the turkey
raisbrs for a fair price we doubt if
those who are to eat turkey are car-
ing about the matter at all. For they
will pay fhe price asked by the dealer
or go without turkey, and many do
not particularly care. We hope our
turkey producers get a just price.
Dr. Joseph G. Mayo, 34, son of Dr
Charles H. Mayo, of Rochester, was
killed when his automobile was
struck by the North Coast Limited,
Northern Pacific passenger train, at
a crossing about two miles south of
Cochrane, Wis., last Friday. Death,
autos and lightning streamlined
special railroad trains, are no respec-
ters of persons. All look alike to
them when the fatal moment arrives,
“Stop, look, listen.”
The Chrysler Automobile Corpora-
tion will distribute a $4,000,000 (bil-
lion) bonus among 67,000 employes
during the week of December 14.
This will be the THIRD distribution
of extra compensation this concern
has made to employes THIS YEAR.
Their total will be $8,300,000 in EX-
CESS OF REGULAR WAGES. Some-
how or other, it strikes us that the
Chryslers have a heart..
A Seattle, Wash., paper tells of a
woman up there who, advocates a
whipping post for her sex. There is
no doubt some of them need a whip-
ping. And the whipping post might
do some of them good. But that is a
bigger question than we care to dis-
cuss. In fact we think we will just
show enough sense to let the other
fellows settle it.
Texas A. & M.’s traveling football
troupe, with a brilliant 38 to 14 vic-
tory over University of San Francisco
the latest if its achievements, sped to-
ward Hollywood today en route to
Sait Lake City for another game
Saturday.
Sin Pays?
Vice President John Garne^ is ex-
pected to preside at the Democratic
victory Jubilee Day at the / Texas
Centennial Exposition November 23.
They will all be there.
The tax bill, passed by the special
session to provide revenue for old
age pensions, will put the burden of
the payoff on those citizens who
smoke, drink, dance, bet on horse
races and otherwise cavort around a
bit at 20th century amusements. It
is, says the Lufkin News, mildly ironi-
cal that cigarettes, liquor, beer, race
tranks and places of amusements will
all combine to see that the needy
aged residents of the state get their
monthly pay checks. For the • bill
makes the old age assistance fund de-
pendent for its income on the exis-
tence, and prosperity of these amuse-
ments.
Under the new bill, with few and
negligible exceptions, the old age as-
sistance fund will have to look for
its wherewithal to sources which,
taint the funds they support. For ex-
ample, an analysis made by a senator
indicated the new; tax bill would pro-
vide $7,315,000 as follows:
Cigarette taxes, $3,200,000; beer
permits, $200,000; beer and wine per-
mits, $200,000; liquor permits, $400,-
000; race track betting taxes, $90,-
000; liquor and beer stamp taxes, $3,-
000,000; amusements, $75,000; total,
$7,315,000.
Oddly enough, practically every one
of the items named' have been fought
tooth and toenail, with the possible
exception of cigarettes. Yet in time
of dire need of money the state turns
to the people1 who use or indulge in
them and finds enough of it going on
to raise over seven million dollars in
taxes. Some of the legislators may
turn a moral frown on Texans who
have their “little nip,” on men and
women cigarette smokers, on race
track audiences and moving pictures;
but there must be a- tremendous num-
ber of Texank doing all of that if the
tax on it alone can pay the pensions.
So many, in fact, that it is difficult
to believe there are that many “bad”
folks in this state.’’—says the News.
Well, The Examiner has always
fought the liquor business, race
horse and other gambling. We have
never run advertising for either. We
do not spend any money with them.
But we think it the part of common
business sense to tax them to the
limit and use the money so collected
to help undo the damage that they axe
doing the state. If these gambling
institutions and saloons are permit-
ted by law, then let us get every cent
of tax money we can out of them
and use it for a good purpose.
Protect Our Turnips
For the first nine months of 1936
we exported to Canada goods to the
amount of $266,000,090, an increase of
thirty-three millions over a corres-
ponding period last year. Our exports
consisted of fresh fruits and vege-
tables, cotton and rayon piece goods
and wearing apparel, automobiles and
tractors, radios, refrigerators and a
wide range of machinery and farm im-
plements. Among our principle im-
ports were whiskey and turnips. Of
course there were other items such as
timber and lumber. There aren’t
many timber growers in this country,
but there are lots of whiskey distill-
ers and turnip growers, and they may
be expected to raise cain about having
to compete with the “pauper labor of
Canadian distillers and the cheap
productive labor of Canadian turnips.”
Our turnip growers ought to have pro-
tection if it requires' the stopping of
the exports of cotton and cotton goods
and machinery, says the Bonham Fav-
orite.
Monkey Officials
When one wild young woman can
defy the entire police force of the
great Centennial city of Dallas and
laugh at the judge of her city court
and the juries, after having been ar-
rested, jailed and fined scores of
times, for speeding and other miscon-
duct, and be turned loose to repeat
her offenses, it looks; like it is high
time the people of Dallas wtere waking
up to the ruthlessness of this young
woman or the utter worthlessness of
the men responsible for letting her
run at large and thus endangering the
lives of the people. The writeup in
the Dallas Dispatch last Friday was
an eye-opener. It may have been
over-drawn, but we doubt it. We have
been reading of the wild speeding
sprees of this irresponsible young wo-
man for the past year. She is a dis-
grace to her self and the city of Dal-
las and ought to be squelched for the
good of her self and the fair name of
thd city of Dallas. She is either crazy
or mean. It is said she comes of a
good family in Arkansas. Dallas needs
a new police department. That’s
what she needs.
People in Ohio take as much in-
terest in “corn huskings” as we of
Texas take in football. In another
column we print the story of the corn
husking contest on the Alva Oyler
farm in Licking Springs, where 100,-
000 people gathered to witness the
mighty contest between 18 men for
the championship.
The pecan crop is said to be the
shortest we have had in Texas m 14
years. Well, we are counting on our
long time stand-by, Ben Oates, t.o fur-
nish us his usual donation with which
to make our Christmas candy. Ben
owns some fine pecan trees out on
his farm just northwest of the city.
Electrifying Farm
Homes
Denton County farmers are going to
light their homes with electricity,
judging from the way they are sign-
ing up to have surveys made to se-
sure electric lines. It is said that
last rveek a. committee appointed to
secure signatures, so as to determine
the potential agricultural power mar-
ket, were surprised when out of 1000
farmers approached, approximately 90
per cent signed up for the power ser-
vice.
Tile power and light companies are
making great efforts to stimulate the
use of their service and are, as
shown by the above report, meeting
with amazing success. In Collin Coun"
ty, this work has been going on for
months and many miles of electric
lines have been erected, or are in
process of erection.
Once a user of electricity in your
home, you will never be without it
again. Our suggestion is that every-
one who can,, should at once contact
the managers of the Power Companies
and post himself on the advantages
of using electric lights and power.
Twenty Reasons for
Going to Church
Here is a newspaper clipping which
may do you good to read:
1. The best people go.
2. The best book on earth is read
there.
3. The best part of our nature is
fed there.
4. The worst part of our nature is
cleansed there.
5. Our sorrows are explained there.
6. Our hopes are brightened there.
7. Our faith is strengthened there.
8. Our vision is lengthened there.
9. The church stands for everything
good.
10. Others seeing me, will go.
11. I ought to lead them if I can.
12. The church is against everything
bad.
13. Church-going will keep me there
too.
14. And help me to help the other
fellow.
15. The church is God’s right hand,
I ought to take it.
16. The church is God’s voice, I
ought to hear it.
17. The church is God’s table, I
ought to eat there regularly.
18. The church is God’s school room,
I ought to learn there.
19. The church is God’s vacuum
cleaner: my soul needs the dusting.
20. The church is God’s crossing
signal; my dangers are many and I
need the warnings.
There is a heart full of welcome for
you—go to church Sunday.
Move To Dallas
Here’s something we dislike to tell
you about, for it makes us feel bad.
Our good neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. J.
H. Sneed, who Lave lived just up
Waddill Street a few blocks from us
for many years, have moved to Dal-
las. We knew they were planning to
move, but really we just couldn’t
hardly think of Jerome Sneed and
his good wife moving away—they Lad
been here so long and were such fine
citizens and neighbors, always-taking
part in church and civic work, and al-
ways ready to help the sick and feed
the needy.
Mr. and Mrs. Sneed are members of
the Central Presbyterian Church here.
Both are natives of our coonty, and
both have been members of the Pres-
byterian Church here all their lives.
Jerome having just the other day
rounded out 50 years of service as
elder and worker in the church here.
And the church took notice of it too.
It vasn’s just a formality, but a gen-
uine heart notice. For we all love
and honor the Sneeds as church
workers and as fine public spirited
citizens of our town and country. Mr.
Sneed served as district clerk for
four years, and local representative
from Collin County for four years,
and is a loyal member of our Odd
Fellows Lodge.
The pictures of the Collin County
National Bank, Central National
Bank, Boyd High Gymnasium and
Greer Ward School, appearing in this
issue of The Examiner are published
in The Examiner through courtesy of
the Dallas Times-Herald, of which our
long time friend, Ed J. Kiest, is owner
and publisher, and Jimmie Belden is
local circulator.
“Sally Rand to Buy Big Ranch,” is
the way a news item from Fort Worth
is headed. It is a little plot of 84,-
000 acres on the Texas border, all of
which is not so surprising, since
everybody who has seen Sally knows
she does not spend her money for
clothes.
Snap Shots in Dallas News says:
“Be it ever so humble there are only
a few homes without a mortgage.”
Eighty-six people had been killed by
automobiles up to LAST Sunday.
There seems to be considerable im-
provement going on over town at
present in the way of remodeling and
reroofing homes, repainting and re-
pairing.
The Kaufman Daily Herald will ik-
sue a Golden Jubilee editioj^wi
December 17th, which will Hg
with the Christmas spirit.
Ben Wester’s Home
Destroyed Friday
The four-room house occupied' by
Ben Wester on the Uncle Sollie Wes-
ter estate, five miles northeast of Ce-
lina, together with all contents except
one mattress, was destroyed by fire
about 7 o’clock Friday morning, No-
vember 7.
Mr. Wester was the only member
of the family at home. He states that
the fire started from a stove pipe.
The house was insured for $300, but
there was no insurance on the fur-
nishings.
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“Road Closed”
I never realize more keenly that a
prohibition is an invitation than
when I see a road that is barred.
“Road closed,” I read, and instantly
my pulse quickens and my feet tingle
to enter. “Road legally closed,” the
legend may say, and the adverb, sup-
erficially claiming the support of the
law, is a lure to which the additional
warning, “Persons using this road do
so at their own risk,” adds more
witchery.
Their own risk, said I. Pouf! And in-
to the road I turn; not always, of
course, but when time and occasion
serve.
There must be hundreds of such
roads, coming out by chance on the
great highways, and transformed from
commonplaceness into mystery by tbe
admonition that checks entrance.
Often these roads look easy—ample,
smooth, and even-surfaced—but that
appearance is a delusion. The surfac"
ing promptly merges into sand and
pebbles. Ruts, and protruding rocks,
steep grades and an ever-dwindling
width soon show the road’s real quali-
ty. This is no discouragement except
to drivers of low-hung cars. . The prop-
er Avay is to go with a car as far as
the car seems to like it, and then re-
ly upon one’s feet. Many times that
bold and unaccustomed effort is Avell
repaid. You never know what you are
going to find. It may be just trees
and bushes and roadside prettiness;
it may be relics of interesting' and
substantial human habitation.
❖ ❖
Once we were tempted, Optimus
and I, into a road that had evidently
served as the longest distance between
two points. It climbed out of the
turnpike by a fine brick-ended farm
house and crept back again into the
public eye not more than tAvo miles
farther on. Between those two ex-
tremities, each marked “Legally clos-
ed,” the road clambered up one' side
of a hill and down .another for fully
six miles. Wo. knew that it did not do
that just for the fun of hill climbing.
All the while v.re were going up we
kept saying to each other, “This road
goes somewhere,” hut for a long,
steep way it seemed to go simply to
woodlots and huckleberry pastures. It
was sweet, with scent of pine and
fern, and when we looked back we
found that from its narrow shelf we
could get a charming view of tL'e val-
ley with a waterway and checkered
fields. But all this , we felt, was only
incidental to the objective of the road.
Presently Optimus announced, “We
are coming to a house.” “I can’t see
it,” I complained, crossing over to get
his view1. “Neither can I, but look,”
and he pointed to some old apple
trees. “And see the stone walls. Those
lots were mowings once.”
Then we came up over another rise
in the road and before us stood the
remains of a house.
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There was not a great deal left to
judge it by except its proportions. The
roof had fallen in, and the broken
windoAV panes showed that boys had
also traveled the road. Th'e sagging
floors forbade our entering, but we
prowled about outside to our heart’s
content and by amazing chance found
almost buried in the ground one of
the pendants that had ornamented the
overhang of the second story. Wo
peered, in at the window openings and
wondered at the size and number of
the fireplaces, and We became agitat-
ed because no local historian had
marked that ancient “saltbox” with
its, date.
' “But who could see it if it were
marked, Avith the road closed?” we re-
flected.
Naturally the discovery of the old
house had an aftermath, as our
wanderings usually have. It 4ieant
that AVe drove to the nearest village
in search of information, and that the
postmaster sent us to an old gentle-
man, who sent us to an old lady, who
called in her sister, Avho said the
house had been built by the first set-
tler in those parts and that it must be
more than tAvo hundred years old.
It is the exception, rather than thd
rule, to find houses still standing on
these disused roads, but they are
rich in cellar holes. I remember a
road that We explored in New Hamp-
shire. It cut into the woods so ab-
ruptly betAv en a pine tree and a
clump of sumoch that we passed it
several times one summer without
seeing it. Then one day, the "Road
closed” sign caught our attention and
w& promptly accepted the challenge.
This, too, Avas a road1 that went up and
up. Halfway between hither and yon
we noticed a clearing in the brush
that most of the Avay crowded close
to the wheel ruts. All around wtere
tall pines and maples, but the clear-
ing, only about forty feet square, was
covered with sAvard and free from
even the stumps of trees. It looked
like a house lot, yet there was no cel-
lar hole. We pondered over it, final-
ly gave up the puzzle, and went on.
We did find a few cellar holes and as
many as six other roads, all but in-
distinguishable, that led off from the
one Ave Avere traveling.
•»$*■ ♦J*'
In time we reached a used highAvay
and later a village, and there Optimus
made friends '.vith the storekeeper.
Yes, the storekeeper knew that road
all right. It hadn’t been closed long.
Too many roads in this town to take
care of. Too many roads and too
feAV folks. Two hundred miles of
roads and only three hundred taxpay-
ers. Had to shut off some of the
roads or bump up taxes to take care
of ’em. That cleared place on the
road? That was where the school
house stood. Used to have twenty,
thirty children in the school up there.
They came down from the houses on
all those byroads. Used to be six
times as many people in this town as,
there are now.
“I guess that closed sign is going
to bo taken doAA’n,” he continued as
he counted out change. “Some city fel-
Ioav has bought the Avhole side of the
mountain, so I suppose he’ll put up
another sign, ‘Private property. No
trespassing,” Good berrying on the
edge of those woods.”
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Often closed roads are very old
Memories
Four empty years have Avinged their
way into the silent past
The changing seasons come and go in
panoramic cast,
The smiles by day the tears by night,
“as evening shadoAvs fall,”
And mem’ries sAveet of home and lo\re
are now beyond recall;
A mystic veil envelops all like incense
pure and rare
And fancy gropes for phantom forms
and faces in the air.
Each pattern, plaque, and picture fair
implanted on the wall,
The fixtures and the furniture, the
candle-holders tall,
Bear mute but certain evidence, how-
e’er the present seems,
We lived and loved in happy days be--
yond fantastic dreams;
That blissful time, love’s sweet re-
frain, my burdened spirit cheers,
A verdent spot in mem’ries lane
adown ensuing years.
The road ahead looks rough, the crest
seems steep and far away,
Yet from its upward onAvard stretch I
must not swerve or SAvay,
A sacred peace, presaging dawn, a
force to set me free,
“Work, march, trust, pray, and hope
on and on” seems Nature’s voice
to me;
A mystic splendor veils the end, al-
luring in its call
“The depths must be ere heights we
see triumphant over all.’’
—Nora E. Looney.
They All Advertise
A hen is not supposed to have
Much common sense or tact,
Yet every time she lays an egg
She cackles forth the fact.
The mule, the most despised of all.
Has a most persistent way
Of letting folks know he’s around
By his insistent bray.
The busy little bees, they buzz,
Bulls bellow and cows moo,
The watchdog barks, the ganders
quack,
And doves and pigeons coo.
The peacock spreads his tail and
squawks,
Pigs squeal and robins sing,
And even serpents know enough
To hiss before they sting.
But man, the greatest masterpiece
That Nature could devise,
Will often stop and hesitate
Before he’ll advertise.
—Anonymous.
HER LITTLC BOY
A DROUTH STORY
A tourist traveling through a sec*
tion of the country badly burned by
the drouth got into conversation with
an old settler and his son at a filling
station.
“Looks as though we might have
rain,” said the tourist.
“Well, I hope so,” replied the na-
tive. “Not so much for myself as for
my son here; I’ve seen it rain.”
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HE KNEW
The teacher asked whether any one
could give her a good definition of
toast. Only one hand AArent up.
“All right, John, you tell us about
toast.”
“Toast,” said John confidently, “is
burnt bread scraped.”—Indianapolis
News. «
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STRATEGY
Officer: “Now tell me, what is your
idea of strategy?”
Boot: “It’s Avhen youre out of am-
munition, but keep; right on firing.”—
U. S. S. Maryland Catapult.
sometimes the Arery earliest to be con-
structed. One of these coincides,
briefly, Avith a part of an ancient mili-
tary road built in the early days of
the colonies. Some tAvo hundred years
ago, across unbroken country, army
surveyors and sweating farmers’ boys
and their oxen thrust a rude
thoroughfare that served for trans-
porting troops and prorisions. Inns
were built at convenient intervals,
and occasionally a village grew
around an inn. Farm land Avas taken
up, and the military road became,
here and there, a town highway, and
all together played its part in the de-
velopment of the country.
One small section of that long-for-
gotten government project ends at a
deserted hamlet. There is a stream,
a ruined mill and a broken dam, and
the foundations of a vanished bridge.
We come so far and have to stop.
Optimus wishes he had his wading
boots, hut I am Avilling to sit on the
bank and look across. On the other
side of the brook a faint trace of the
road can be seen, barely discernible,
mounting into the woods. For us,
shod as wo are, it is inaccessiblee.
This, I believe, is the best of all our
roads, for it still keeps us wondering,
about what lies beyond.—Winn^j
King Rugg in Christian Science
tor.
t
The public spirited lady met the
little boy on the street. Something
about Ms appearance halted her.
“Little boy, haven’t you any home?”
“Oh, yes’m. I’ve got a.home.”
“And loving parents?”
“Yes’m.”
“I’m afraid you do not know what
affection really is. Do your parents
look after your moral welfare?’’
“Yes’m.”
“Will you ask your mother to come
and hear me talk on ‘When Does a
Mother’s Duty To Her Child Begin?’
at 2 o’clock next Monday afternoon in
Lyceum Hall ”
“What’s the matter with you, Ma!
Don’t you know me? I’m your little
boy!”
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