Judge — March 6, 1909 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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4 NOTH @aW— iE AUTOMOBILES were plentiful in. the county where old Hank Lounsberry i (lhe and his wife often met these me n town behind cars as they drove to and fre “Old Moll.” One d uto went honking by them, ked tohis wife, ns to me, Mary, that we ought to have somethin’ to answer them fellers with when they blow them hort “ What fer?" dem ce I reckon Don’t you ‘member, when the Presi- 1 as. nded his 8 the proper thing to dent's train went through Weston, the en j nd all the other enjines tooted back real perlite? “Huh! retorted Mary; ‘you ain't President yit, and [reckon them fellers toot them horns just ‘cause they're stuck up." “Tdon't: keer, 1 Hank doggedly. be went toot, toot! Lain't a-goin’ to let no mas any perliter than Tbe."" And he about constructing an ¢ q once set his return hom for answering the salutes of the autoists, His son had or member of the vil and the | ulated was still store the attic. Repairing thither, Hank removed the cymbals, and, after considerable contriving, managed to fasten th th the bed of the buggy in such a manner that w s8drum he had manip away in rhe pressed a THE YARNS OF the unhappy tra away in the dista vk After bh smokes it in his pipe. After Hank Tibbitts told his wife t nd his wife told him her h They are quite corns with, LIKE BEIN’ PERLITE. * he 1, b t, bless bein’ skittish.” apologetically my buttons! Tn ers and then at the automol “ Runned away, le fidn't it? bounding merrily Now, that's too Course TP knowed a hoss would er once thous! ht of them NOTES FROM THE BASSWOOD BUGLE. WOODPECKER has of which we ever s Unele Ezra Purdy is th gets through chawin’ tol at, h pipes with, ni Grandpa Hick her. has b stingiest old g he lets it dry out and then at his ri joot in ashe uses th tpins was comic for an One is at Auburn, N. Y.; another at Joliet, ML; ul prob ckwell's Isl bly not be AZ nd. He says th ck home for som CAPTAIN FIBB. all tim steady positions bout the hardest face of almost any bird this man’s tor wn. es for snuff. wasn’t made to cut n’t made to clean jed couple. ven makin’ the rounds visitin’ his sons. and the third at nd will ae P h BSAA ath a eymbals It was pedal with his foot th would clash together. several days before he had a chance to try his new deviec one morning, as he jogged toward town, a large touring ¢ the village and rapidly approach- ed him, Hank's eyes sparkled and he poised his foot expectant The vehicle were soon abi t. Honk, honk! came from the auto. Bang, bang! came from the buggy. The effect was startling. Surprised by the unexpec' clamor, the chauffeur gave a nervous twist to the steering wheel, and the next instant the “Treelect oncet when P wuz er escape tte ila Me war as hte on sand tree trunks. over the pedal ed Piss Ds ous big ul jist as E wus ¥ those native vil yD hada chawed ter pieces by a inter the first ane terble beasts ly Vtevls purty safe, laugh 2 —— So with a last superhuman aches av hooks claws 1 t looks 1 effort Pshins up side jist as the tails! “Phen flying auto shot over a shallow 3. —But, me lads, may I roto" the scurvy if “trunk by the root house and all! Yessiree, yanked it right up as thou; that brute didnt pull ditch with a jolt that threw all the occupants from the car, and it wuz not then, empty and uncontrolled, it And th but a com-stalk—and blast me, bly fer dinner seared. stitf 1 start ter carry me home the hull all ree brushes up asatlash 1 1b fabs holt ; ter his fas darted through a gap in the fence and went wobbling away over a level pasture. In the meantime, ‘Old Moll,"’ panic- BROUGHT) stricken at the sound of the Sucre cymbals, had dashed to the op- posite side of the road and was making a heroic effort to climb a telephone pole. “Whoa, you old fool, come down from there!"? roared Hank, pulling frantically on the lines. 3 he managed to soothe ted mare to a semblance anity, he caught sight of the disconsolate autoists picking the selves up from the grass. the awful thing carries the empty “Well, I'll be switched !"? his relatives. — he ejaculated, staring blankly at and pulls meself up in the branches while house ter the lair of Wow! th and di and the exeit