hanging were a compliment to some of them. On the other hand,
men made emotional by liquor have conceived an extravagant fondness for
their wives. We have not read about liquor floating the matrimonial bark
over the shallows of domestic discord; yet men who have fared homeward
with unsteady footsteps under the blinking stars, know that in such
moments they are much more humane than in sober daylight; they are
appalled by their own unworthiness, and thinking of their wives moves
them almost to tears--quite, not infrequently. They resolve to become
better husbands and fathers. The spirit of the wine in them captains "an
army of shining and generous dreams," an army that is easily routed, an
army that the wife too often puts to flight with an injudicious
criticism. It is said that since Prohibition came in the cases of
cruelty to wives have increased greatly in number. We do not disbelieve
this. Bluebeard was a dry.

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WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE HE WANTS?

[Received by Farm Mechanics.]

Gentlemen: Will you please send me a specimen copy of the Farm
Mechanics. I would like a sample of the Farm Mechanics very much. I
sincerely trust that you will mail me a sample copy of Farm Mechanics as
I want to see a specimen of your Farm Mechanics very much. Yours very
truly, etc.

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Although Mrs. Elizabeth Hash has retired from the hotel business, Mrs.
Peter Lunch has undertaken to manage the Metropole cafeteria in Fargo,
N. D.

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POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION.

Sioux Falls

[From the Sioux Falls Press.]

What if we don't have palaces,
With damp and musty walls?
We have the great Sioux River,
And greater yet, Sioux Falls.

We don't have to go abroad,
God's beauties just to see,
But stay at home
And take a trip
Around Sioux Falls with me.

We confess a fondness for verse like the foregoing,
and hope some day to find a poem as good
as that masterpiece--

"I've traveled east, I've traveled west,
I've been to the great Montana,
But the finest place I've ever seen
Is Attica, Indiana."

Another popular pome of sentiment and reflection, heard by L. M. G. in
Wisconsin lumber camps, is--

"I've traveled east, I've traveled west,
As far as the town of Fargo,
But the darndest town I ever struck
Is the town they call Chicargo."

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"USELESS VERBIAGE."

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