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The Hartwell Sun
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FRIDAY, MAY 8, 1925
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• SOME SUN
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| BIBLE THOUGHT 1
|| “For This Week ;
|g Bible Thought* memorized, will prove »if
priceless henlags in after years.
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Humility and exaltation: Hum
ble yourselves therefore under the
mighty hand of God, that he may
exalt you in due time.—l Peter 5:6.
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It isn’t what a man owes but what
he pays that keeps him broke.
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It’s never too late or too early
to take a drink of the grand old but
termilk.
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It n.ay be bad taste to laugh out
loud, but it’s a sure sign of good
digestion.
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Joe Jones says “You well may
grin at the speeder who throws dust
in your face. They’ll soon be
throwing dirt in his.”
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It’s all right to burn the candle at
both ends if you are sure that yeu
can afferd t« pay for mere candles.
—Roanoke Times.
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f Any free citizen can de as he
pleases, except fer his conscience,
his wife, his landlord and the neigh
bors.—San Francisco Chronicle.
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It is well enough for you to put
your trust in Providence, but it’s
unwise to go around looking for
holes for Providence to pull you out
of.
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The rocky road to success is bound
to knock the hide off many an am
bitious shin bone, but the man who
hopes to reach the top will spend
little time examining his injuries.
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Poor Hubby.
She: “I’ll never go anywhere again
with you as long as 1 live.”
He: “Why?”
She: “You asked Mrs. Smith how
her husband was standing the heat,
and he’s been dead two months."
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Tough On Duck*.
Bill said: “My misses made some
puddin’ one day that we couldn’t
eat, so she gave it to the ducks. A
few minutes later our Jimmy came
in and said, “Ma, yer ducks have (
sunk."
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Playing Safe. i '
“George,” she said, “would you
love me just as much if father lost | |
all his money?” I
“He hasn’t, has he?” inquired s
George, excitedly.
“Os course not," she answered.
“Os course I would,” George re
sponded.
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A Trusting Wife.
“Does your husband play cards
for money?”
“No,” replied Mrs. Torkins
thoughtfully; “I don’t think Harry
plajs for money, but all the people
who play with him do." —Every-
body's Magazine.
He'd Rather Retreat Without a
Horse.
The army officer was seeking re
cruits for a colored cavalry regiment,
and had his eye on one particularly
fine specimen.
“Rastus,” he pleaded, “don’t you
want to join Uncle Sam’s cavalry?”
“No, sah,” the prospect replied
emphatically. “When de bugle
soun’s for retreat, Ah doan’ wan’t to
be encombered by no horse.” —Ev-
erybody’s Magazine.
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A Split Sentence.
The judge looked sternly at the
prisoner.
“It is very evident that you are
a plain, no-account and shiftless per
son, Kasper, and for this I am go
ing to send you away for a year
at hard labor.”
“Please, Judge,” interrupted Mrs.
Kasper from the rear of the court
room, “will yo’ Honnah jes’ split
dat sentence? Don’t send him away
from home, but jes’ let dat hard la-
Kiwanians Enjoy Program
of Music and Song Friday
The Kiwanians enjoyed a program
I of music and songs last Friday, Mr.
P. S. Rowland, of Macon, directing
the singing, while Mrs. L. N. Adams
presided at the piano. Mr. Rowland
is conducting the song services at the
Baptist church during the revival.
The program proved enjoyable to
everyone.
The attendance prize was award
ed Kiwanian B. C. Teasley, being a
box of sox presented by the Chatta
nooga Knitting Mills through the lo
cal firm of J. D. Matheson & Sons.
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LEG/O/V W'/LL MEET
Hart County Post No. 109 Amer
ican Legion will hold its regular
meeting on Friday evening of this
week in the Legion Hail beginning at
8 o’clock.
All members urged to attend.
M. M. PARKS, Commander.
J. T. WILCOX, Adjutant.
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If you are disappointed in love, it
may save you a greater disappoint
ment in marriage.
Some young men ask before kiss
ing, some kiss before asking, but the
majority get busy and say nothing.
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Eighty per cent of the crime in this
country is committed by men or boys
who have had no religious training,
says Albert B. Hines, director of
the Boys’ Club of New York City.
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Customer (entering poultry shop)
—“I would ’ like to see a nice fat
goose."
Small Boy “Yes, sir. Father will
be down directly.”
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It Helps.
“In time of trial,” orated the
preacher, -“what brings the greatest
comfort?”
“An acquittal,” responded a per
son who should never had been ad
mitted.—American Legion Weekly.
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A Remedy For World Woe*.
He who knows not, and knows not
that he knows not, is a fool—
shun him.
He who knows not, and knows that
he knows not, is dull—teach him.
He who knows, and knows not that'
he knows, is asleep—wake him.
He who knows and knows that he
knows, is wise—follow him.
—A Persian Proverb.
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tOLD JOE JONES
SAYS—
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It s not the cost of
marriage but the up-|
I keep that counts.”
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Memorial Day Exercises On
April 24th Largely Attended i
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Memorial Day was observed here ’
Friday, April 24, in the court house !
when almost the entire membership :
of the U. D. C. met to welcome the '
heroes and heroines of the 60’s.
An appropriate program was giv- !
en. Rev. Bradley, of the Presby- '
terian church, led in prayer. 10- 1
minute talks were given by Rev. '
Barton, of the Methodist church, and '
Rev. Duncan, of the Baptist church, I
on the bravery of the veterans and
the noble women that stood by them
in the dark day and how the South
ern states stood by the Constitution
of the u. s. A.
All enjoyed the splendid music by
the Hartwell Band, and “Tenting To
night” by the U. D. C. quartette.
At the close of the program the
veterans, their wives and widows,
band boys, the U. D. C. met around
the festal board and enjoyed a
sumptuous dinner, the honor guests
being the veterans, wives and wi
dows, as follows:
Mrs. Mary Ann Myers.
Mr. I. H. Brown, Miss.
Mrs. P. Grances Gaines, widow.
Mr. W. S. Allen, soldier.
Mr. W. M. Moon, soldier.
Mr. D. T. Simmons, soldier.
Mr. W. P. Robertson, soldier.
Mr. J. Ben Thornton, soldier.
Mr. K. F. Morris, soldier.
Mr. D. F. Sammons, soldier.
Mrs. 1. L. McCurry, widow.
Mrs. Martha Ann Rumsey, widow.
Mr. D. O. Chapman, soldier.
Mr. R. K. Bennett, 88, soldier.
Mr. John M. Madden, soldier.
Mr. W. J. Bell, soldier.
Mrs. Fannie B. Lewis, wife of
soldier.
Mrs. Dinah Milford, widow.
Mrs. J, R. Mize, widow, 88.
Mrs. Martha Herring, widow.
Mrs. Mary A. Speer, widow.
Mrs. Mollie Duncan, widow.
Mrs. Hettie Richardson, widow.
Mr. W. E. Vickery, soldier.
Mr. W. W. Wright, soldier.
Mr. J. Andy Adams, soldier.
Mr. J. W. Satterfield, soldier.
Mrs. Eliza Crump, widow.
Mrs. J. W. Satterfield, wife.
Mrs. T. J. Bartlett, widow.
Mr. G. A. Craft, soldier.
Mrs. G. A. Craft, wife.
Mrs. Caroline Suit, 89, widow
Capt. J. W. Suit.
Mr. T. W. Mabry.
Mrs. M. E. Dodd.
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and Bible Answers |
S. If Parents will encourage children to look up ig
HI and memorw the Bible Aniwen, it will prove
Hi a pncaaese heritage to tiieni in alter years.jH
What was Gamaliel’s advice to the
Council? See Acts 5:38, 39.
THE HARTWELL SUN, HARTWELL, GA., MAY 8, 1925
“FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH”
By E.8.8..Jr.
Colorado is in the midst of the
worst water famine in history. There
has been no rain out here in months
and months. The snows this past
winter have been remarkably few
and light. So, as a result the water
supply all over the state has been
seriously affected, so much so that
Denver and Greely and Golden and
other cities of the state are on the
verge of a condition that no-one can
foretell the outcome. All sorts of
restrictions have been laid around
the present supply of water —, no
washing of automobiles, sprinkling
of the streets every other day, and
many other drastic ideas for con
serving what is now on hand. But
in spite of all this, it continues to
be dry out here and the streams are
drying up and each day sees a more
alarming condition. For the first
time in years, the way to Pikes Peak
is open over the famous Cog Rail
road on account of the small amount
of snow that remains.
Beautiful Colorado Springs, Colo.,
is just awakening to the call of sum
mer not far distant. After a win
ter’s lethargy, she is beginning to be
active again and soon the crowds
will commence to pour in for a sum
mer’s vacation and frolic, from all
parts of the country. • With all the
wealth of surrounding beauty, with
that asset of remarkable civic pride
and progress, with the environment
of a clean city and refined and cul
tured inhabitants, there is no city in
Colorado more beautiful. Indeed,
there is no city in America more
ideal to live in, provided one has
the means for a livelihood, indepen- i
dently. The city itself has few in- j
dustries—, that is, factories, and |
producing plants. It is a city for,
the already successful.
For the first time in many years, I
on account of the mild winter and
the light snows, the Cog Railroad to
the summit of Pikes Peak was open
ed again, a few days ago. Having
ascended byway of the auto road
a few years ago, I determined to ex
i perience the thrills of this other
I route. The day was warm, and sun-
I ny—, an ideal time for such a trip.
And so—, away. We’re off. A ride
of six miles from Colorado Springs ,
to Manitou over the electric niter
urban. Manitou. A typical little
mountain village famous for its baths
I and its picturesque location. Situ-
I ated right at the very foot of the '
mountains, it is the starting point
for every adventurous soul and the 1
last remnant of sheltered civiliza
tion. Beyond—•, up—, loom the !
mighty Rockies, challenging those
who would solve their mysteries.
And so we go on. Maniton. Through
. the streets of this little city on a Sun
day morning. Sight-seeing cars, the
barking of numerous drivers prom
ising unforgetable trips. Curio shops
and “tourist” stores. With windows
full of minerals of all kinds, and
beads, and moccasins, and souvenirs.
Picture postcards and mountain
scenes. Past all this on a little
street car that ascends a few blocks
to the station of the Cog Railroad,
our real starting point. And there
panting and patiently awaiting, is the
sturdy little engine of the Cog Road
with its low wheels and mighty
smoke-stack. A locomotive built to
stand level on an average grade,
equipped with six separate cog
wheels, operating from a main drum,
situated about the center of the
engine. The cogs of these wheels
fitting into the corresponding teeth
of the rock rails, thus allowing the
locomotive to climb the steepest
grade or to creep slowly down the in
cline with ease and safety. And
afront was the passenger coach, not
unlike a regular passenger train’s
car, except for the windows which
were high in order to give an un
obstructed view to the magnificent
scenery all along the way. We’re
off. Our mighty little engine with
much puffing and snorting begins its
strenuous task of pushing us up this
trail of 9 miles to the summit of
Pikes Peak.
Up and up, through Engelman’s
Glen, a narrow defile extending two
miles. Whose sides are formed by ’
huge mountains. A rushing moun- i
tain creek in this canon. Now flow
ing swiftly beside the road bed, again
hundreds of feet below, blindly
rushing on, over massive rocks and
waterfalls into deep, silent pools.
Boulders and rocks, as big as houses
rise up before us and then are left
behind as we quickly push by them.
Miniature parks open up in the
chasm, and quaint and striking pic
tures form. On either side, extend
ing far and wide, are grotesque
shaped rocks and stones. Two such
boulders named “Gog” and “Magog.”
We enter Grand Pass. Where for
2,000 feet the puffing engine pushes
us up one of the longest and steep
est inclines on the whole grade. Echo
Falls. Hanging Rock. Artists Glen.
An old mountain trail that leads to
the summit, once used by the braver
and more daring on foot or on burro.
And on we go. And soon there
conies in view Minnehaha Falls, and
the little hamlet of rustic cottages
snuggled in a tiny park called Min
nehaha, taking its name from the
Falls nearby whose foaming waters
fill the air with melody. Up and
up. Through the narrow, rugged
walls of Hell Gate into Verdant Rux
' ton. Here for two and a quarter
miles a comparatively level stretch
Business is a mantle that covers a
multitude of queer transactions.
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Why ask your dealer to supply
you with butter of the first rank?
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Our idea of a great vocal artist is a
woman who can sing a baby to sleep
when it insists on keeping awake.
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An egotist is a man who thinks
that the world thinks as much of him
as he does himself.
is to be seen, covered by beautiful
groves of pines. The Half-Way
House. Quaint beauties, grotesque
shapes and strange illusions fairly
crowd the way. Soon in the dis
tance the smooth, round head of
Bold Mountain elevates itself. And
then! The first glorious view of
Pikes Peak! A short stop is made
at a little building. Perched on the
mountain side is a printing office
where a daily paper is issued with
the news of Pikes Peak—, names of
visitors, illustrations, descriptions,
etc. The climb is unceasing. The
scent soon expands. Trees desert
the landscape for we are beyond the
timber line. Grand Vistas open ev
erywhere. The train now follows a
barren path up and up, with a view
stretching for miles below. At
Windy Point there is a fine view
gained of Lake Moraine, glimmering
like a sun-let mirror. A final stop
for water (the third one our engine
has taken for the necessity— and we
push onward. And now the train
gains rapidly in elevation. The air
grows chill; suddenly we are in a
cloud which sweeps chillingly by.
Then into sunshine, and suddenly we
round a curve and looking upward
we see the summit —Pikes Peak it
self!
It is futile to describe the magni
ficence and awe-inspiring view one
gets from the summit of Pikes Peak.
It is one of those indescribable glor-
I ies that can not be put into words.
There comes a silent reverence into
the heart of every visitor. A migh
ty sensation of loneliness and yet a
triumphant feeling of happiness in
i living in such a world of beauty,
i A feeling that behind all this marvel-
I ou- scenery is the hand of God, a
j creator that has fulfilled every wish,
' every possibility, every opportunity.
I Pikes Peak! Rising 14,109 feet
I above sea level, it towers above the
! other mountains as a master over
I his vassals. There, to the West,
stand a thousand towering peaks in
spotless white—majestic, beautiful,
awful. On the East, a mighty ocean
of plains, superb and placid, stretches
indefinite. The sun shines golden,
white, purple shadows wonder here
and there beneath the shifting
clouds. Close at hand is the Bot
tomless Pit and the Abyss of Deso
lation, great shuddering rents in the
mountain into which the sun never
finds its way, and where the snows
of centuries lie to unconjectured
depths. On that Sunday, on top,
there was snow. Great walls of
deep snow and the wind blew fierce
ly and we shivered in a temperature
of 35 degrees. And soon, after a
last view of it all, we were on the
train again, and slowly wended our
way down the mountain. Back to a
warmer clime and civilization.
There are many remarkable points
about Pikes Peak, outside of its
marvelous grandeur. A remarkable
automobile road, the most stupendous
undertaking of the age, ascends to
th every summit. The Pikes Peak
Cog Railroad, the feat of engineering
skill never equalled, reaches the
highest autitude of any scenic rail
way in the world. A daily news
paper published near the summit,
sets a record for human ingenuity
and progress. And on the summit is
a hotel, a substantial, commodious I
and comfortable building furnishing
food and lodging for those who
would remain over-night. Within
the hotel building is a Western Un
ion office; also a lunch room and
souvenir store. The barometer on
Pikes Peak stands at about 17 inches.
Water boils at 184 degrees F. On
top of the Summit Hotel is a steel
tower and powerful field glasses
through which the gorgeous land
scape may be studied in detail. And
—, at nights, from the steel observa
tory surmounting the hotel building
a high power search light is operat
ed. The path of its light may be
seen from adjoining states, and when
its rays are projected along the
highways or into the cities and vil
lages of this region it is a reminder
that Pikes Peak, the Sentinel of the
Rockies, stands virgil over its own.
“Out Where the West Begin*.”
! Out where the hand clasps a little
stronger,
Out where the smile dwells a little
longer,
That’s where the West begins.
Out where the sun shines a little
brighter,
Out where the snows fall a trifle
whiter.
Where the bonds of home are a wee
bit tighter,
That’s where the West begins.
Out where skies are a trifle bluer,
Where friendship ties are a little
truer,
That’s where the West begins.
| Out where the fresher breeze is
blowing,
Where there’s a laughter in every
streamlet flowing.
Where there’s more of reaping and
less of sowing,
That's where the West bgins.
Out where the world is still in the
making,
Where fewer hearts with despair are
breaking.
That’s where the West begins.
Where there's more of singing and
less of sighing.
Where there's more of giving and
less of buying,
And a man makes friends without
half trying,
That's where the West begins.
Good roads pay for themselves,
probably ten cents out of every dol
lar’s worth of farm produce is de
voted to the expense of transporta
tion. Anything that reduces this
proportion works to the benefit of
l both the consumer and the farmer
i himself. Good roads make it pos
sible to haul the year round, re
gardless of weather conditions, and
. reduce marketing expense through
i larger loads carried at greater
speed. _ ,
Omimmbi
CHINA CAT GROWS WISE
ONCE in a farm house there lived
in the parlor on a high mantel a
china dog and a china cat.
The cat was white with yellow
spots on its sides and she sat looking
over the big parlor for many years
until one night when the house was
quite still the black dog with white
spots said “Bow.”
China Cat jumped up and humped
her back and glared at little China
Dog, but he was just as scared as
China Cat, for until that night he had
never discovered he could bark at the
magic hour when all toys and such
folks talk.
"What do you mean by barking like
that?” said China Cat. “One would
think you were like the master’s dog
that comes in here sometimes all cov
ered with hair. You are nothing but
a smooth-coated toy dog —not real at
all.”
“I am real, or I could not bark, and
I want you to get right off of my
shelf," snapped China Dog.
"Your shelf?” said China Cat. “I
want you to know if anyone owns this
place It Is I. Get down on the floor
yourself if you think you are so real.
That is where dogs belong.”
“Not handsome dogs like me,” said
China Dog, “but common cats belong
“Come Here,” China Boy Called to
China Dog.
on the floor, and if you do not jump
down where you belong I shall drive
you down.”
“You just try it; that is all,” an,
swered China Cat. showing her claws
"If I had such a shiny, smooth coat as
you have 1 should know I wasn’t a real
cat at all, but just a toy like you.”
"Bow wow,” laughed China Dog.
“You had better look in the mirror
behind you. You haven’t any fur coat
like the real puss that comes in here
sometimes and is always driven out.
Parisian motor cars are being
painted in brilliant jazz designs, it is
reported, the id?a probably being to :
give the pedestrian a picture of the
stars he is going to see when a car
hits him.—Nashville Banner.
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MAY
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May and December does not always refer to the mar- ■
riage of a young woman and an old man; but, emblematical 1
of youth and old age, it warns the youth that old age must g
come, and with it a competency for the declining years of |
life, or that pitiable condition so often witnessed of the one a
who had ample funds in youth, but none in old age. The ■
bank account, even though started late in life, often fore- !
stalls penury and want when the earning capacity is gone. «
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Start vour bank account today—tomorrow never comes, i
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“ THE OLD RELIABLE" "
OFFICERS:
D. C. ALFORD, President - R. C. THORNTON, V.-President jj
M. M. NORMAN, V.-President - FRED S. WHITE, Cashier I
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DIRECTORS: ■
D. C. ALFORD - S. W. THORNTON - R. E. MATHESON I
I. J. PHILLIPS -M. M. NORMAN - DR. W. I. HAILEY *
L. L. McMULLAN #
and that is why I cannot understand
how it is you are allowed so remain."
“My coat isn’t soft and furry, but it
is nice and clean and not a bit like
that puss who is driven out of here,
replied China Cat, “and if you will
look in the mirror yourself you will
soon find out you are no more like
the dog that comes in here than that
vase in the middle of the shelf.
"Your eyes are all wrong,’’ said
China Dog. “I am a very big, fierce
dog with a hairy coat and —”
In the middle of the mantel hold
ing a vase for flowers stood a china
boy. “Come here,” he called to China
Dog, at the same time giving a low
whistle which made China Dog stop
quarreling and run to his master.
“Stand up on your hind legs and
beg,” commanded the china boy, and
up on his legs stood little China Dog
and whined.
“Good doggie,” said China Boy, pat
ting China Dog’s head. "Now roll
over and play dead.”
Little China Dog obeyed, and when
China Boy told him to jump up he
patted him again. “If we were real
folks I’d give you a bone," he said.
Again China Dog whined, and this
time he wagged his tail. “Now go
back to your place on the end of the
shelf and stand there until tomorrow
night,” said China Boy.
“Well, if I shan’t give up,” said
China Cat. “I would just like to see
myself minding that vase boy the way
you did.”
“Look! There is a mouse,” said
China Boy. "It ran back of the sofa.”
China Cat Jumped to the floor and
there she lay next morning, with her
head broken off, and though she was
mended and put back on the shelf,
when the magic hour came around
next night she kept to her own end
of the shelf and said not a word.
But China Cat thought if she did
not speak, and what she thought was
that she did not like boys or dogs and
she would rather not speak at all than
have to mind that vase boy as little
China Dog did.
“Bow,” said China Dog as he "Start
ed back to his corner after playing
with China Boy. “You aren’t real.
I told you you were not.”
“I am wise if I am not real,”
thought China Cat. “I’ll sit here the
rest of my days and never let you or
that vase boy know I can speak at
the magic hour. Then I shan’t be
bothered by two such silly creatures
as you, who think they are real when
they are nothing but china like me.
But some day they will tumble off
the shelf and then they will find It
out just as I did.”
(© by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)
A collection of coins identified as
dating back to the time of Cenwulf,
a Mexican king who ruled about A.
D. 800, was discovered in a cave near
Peakland, Derbyshire, England, re
cently.