Life — October 17, 1907 — page 36: what you’re looking at

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FOoLisH: ITEMPORA\ THE WINGS OF THE TOURIST Jim Hance, who is one of the good things that go with the | Grand Cafion of Arizona, likes to fill the wondering tourists with | tales of the enormous dangers of that great fissure. He was talking to some people who intended to go down the Bright Angel trail “You must understand,” said Jim, “that when you get down to the bottom of the cafion and reach the shore of the Colorado River, itis very warm, desperately warm. You cannot imagine how hot it is. Why, I'll give you my word, I have been down there when it was so hot it melted the wings off the flies.” * But,” put in an incredulous lady from New England do the tourists stand it?” Madame," Jim replicd, “I have never yet seen tourist with wings."—Saturday Evening Post, Why worry over Brig or Bridget—" Rad-Bridge-it.” Asa Gopparn, of the Amernan Automobile Association, was recounting in Worcester some of bis touring adventures. “One summer morning, “the approach of a great flock of sheep obliged me to pull ff the narrow country road. I halted my car, and watched with interest the passage of the sheep, the intelligent dogs and the shepherd. “Thad a short talk with the shepherd about his odd anc difficult trade. “+ Look here," I said, *what do you do, driving sheep like this on a narrow road, when you meet another flock coming the opposite direction?" Well," said the shepherd, *ye just drive straight on, both of ye, and the one that has the best dogs gets the most sheep Independent. As to Round the World travel— An exclusive atmosphere is assured guests of THE COLLVER TOURS COMPANY, 370 ROVISTON STREET, ROSTON Aw oun darky who had not been to church for a long time appeared one night at prayer-meeting. His presence at the meeting was commented on by one of his brethren of the church, ‘The conversation between the two was something like this “Say, Brother Johnson, I ain't saw you heah at de meetin’ house for a considerable duration.” “Dat’s so,” replied Brother Johnson; "*T'se been very busy.” “Well, how came you heah to-night, Brother Johnson ? “Well, you see, it’s like dis, Brother Jackson, I'se repniring a chicken coop for som white gentlemens, and M'se got a situwations putting a fence round a watermelon patch for another gentlemans, and I needs special guidance from tempta- tion."—Waskingion Post | ‘Tur Sovtu rox Hosrrratity: The Manor, Asheville, North Carolina, is the best inn South —Bootlct HIS REVENGE In the small compartment for smokers at the rear end of a train going out of Norfolk a few weeks ago sat three commercial travelers and an old farmer whose dilapidated exterior made very plausible the story he told the conductor. “I'm only a poor lone man,” he said, with tears in his eyes. “T haven't a cent in the world. But my daughter is dying”"— here he almost broke down—“and I want to sce her. Please don't put me off. It’s only sixty miles.” “Nothing doing,” said the conductor, though with a touch of pity. “Orders are orders. You'll have to get off at the first sta- | tion.” “t's all right, conductor,” said one of the drummers. “I'll pay for him. How much?" And he drew a roll of bills. jot on your life!" cried the farmer; “thank you just the ‘same, though.” And, drawing out his own rather substantial roll, he paid his fare. The conductor grinned, and passed on. “Gentlemen, I owe you an explanation,” said the farmer to his astonished companions. “Five years ago this darn railroad ran over one of my cows—ran over her in broad daylight, before witnesses. I sued the company for forty dollars, but their cussed lawyers beat me out of it. Since then I've been tryin’ to get my forty every way I could, and, by hook or crook, I've beat ‘em out of thirty-seven of it. It was the other three I was tryin’ for just now."—Harper's Weekly. GREAT BEAR SPRING WATER “Its parity has made it famous.” BIg SSINOX 4 new von eaeks Z LS A great many men want a hat that is becoming; one properly proportioned to their height and figure. Others think durability is the chief requisite; they want a hat that looks fresh throughout the season. Most every man demands style; he believes it is really worth while to be in fashion, The man who requires all of these qualities buys a KNOX HAT ‘The principal hatter in each city is the exclusive agent for Knox Hats. While Rock. “The Champagne of Waters” ton, Mi (FAS (Charl and Ce tie! hi brvo F Ne P \ Y “H “I Teteg comicbooks.com