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GOODWIN'S. WEEKLY 5 IH
Utah farmers now depend for their
I income.
I I.t might be a good thing tor'pro-
I gressive farmers hereabouts to ask
the Virginia publishers to let them
into a little more of the secret.
And this, also, is not an advertise
ment in the sense hat anything is
nald or expected Ito be paid for the
announcement.
ON "SACRILEGIOUS ROBBERY."
IN the current number of the In
. tor-Mountain Catholic there is a
-very scholarly article from the pen
of Spencer Hughes, in Reynolds'
Newspaper, directed at those members
of the present English house of peers
who protest against the sacrilege of
taking from members of the upper
house of jthe English parliament the
rich holdlnf they have so long en
joyed. Mr. Hughes points out that every
manor thoBe peers are fighting' for on
the ground of good title was taken
from tho Catholic church in the six
teenth century by King Henry VIII.,
and given to the anti-Catholic servi
i tors who sustained him.
The article is very interesting. And
it is excellent argument against the
pretense that trimming the sails of
the rich Tories is in the nature of
sacrilege.
A good article is appreciated al
ways. When it rests on so sure a
foundation of 'history as this article
mentioned, it is not only entertaining
reading but a worthy historical document.
THE NEW COOKSTOVE.
A BIG man sat in the high spring
seat of a farm wagon, and drove
j into the country with a brand
new cook stove behind him. It glist
ened and glowed in the conscious
pride of its possibilities, and in the
applied vanity of the hardware clerk
who had beon christening it. It was
a big stove, with a warming oven
climbing ambitiously up three feet of
i stove pipe, and a broad expanse of
J top in which a dozen dishes could be
I cooked for Thanksgiving. It had an
oven that could accommodate the
' bread supply of a Mexican army, and
I a firebox that would warm the big
gest house in Utah.
j By th'j pose and outlook of the man
on the high spring seat one could
road somewhat of a romance. Back
in the farm house where this new
cook stove was going there was an
I old cook stove battered and broken,
but honorable with the scars of much
service. It was the stove with which
he and his wife had begun house
1 keeping. And between that far day
when the old stove came home and
this afternoon when he drove away
with the new one, there stretched
many a year of hard work, of careful
planning, of disappointments', and the
final triumph of honest effort by both
the man and the woman.
One wantied to go home with him,
and watch the setting up of the new
stove, the coupling up of the new
I pipe the Ailing the firebox with fuel,
the gratification of wife and children
as warmth unknown before radiated
! through kitchen, and penetrated to the
rooms beyond the comfortable heat
that will make merry with winter. One
wanted to note the curiosity of chil
dren as they discovered new joys in
comparing old acces. rles with those
than came home with aew cook stove;
the teakettle that shone as it sang,
and the ample potB and skillets that
answered the demands of a big and a
healthy family. One wanted to note
the comfort of starting a fire in that
new stove when morning came; the
work of it which seemed to make
lighter and less the burdens of house
keeping. And one wanted to see with
actual eyes the pride with which that
deserving wife would show the stove
to the women who came to visit her.
The new cook stove marks an era
in the bringing up of a family. And
Heaven knows the family earns it.
It seems strango that the Turks
don't put their battleship in some mill
pond where the Greeks won't get
them.
Under the head of "What Utah peo
ple are do'ng" we suggest that the
Salt Lake daily papers publish the
birth statistics.
Bryan may become secretary of
state. In. that event he would be
neaier in line for the presidency
then he is now, for the death of Dr.
Wilson and Mr. Marshall would land
the Nebraskan in the White House.
The Los Angeles judge who suggests
to wives that they refuse breakfasts
to husbands who remain out late at
night is entirely ignorant of the fact
that few of said husbands ever want
any breakfast.
A LETTER FROM HEAVEN.
Dear Editor: Have been here two
weeks, but am going to try to get
down to the other place before the
end of the month. It is deadly dull
and I can't stand the twanging of
the everlasting harps. Especially the
one of the next cloud terrace that
plays "We Shall Know Each Other
There," from morning until night.
And that's another trouble; we do
know each other here only too well.
Every anemic old bore I ever knew
on earth is here, and boring fifty
per cent worse than ever. Becauso
we know each other It's unbearable,
and that's why I'm sore when they
rub it in by harping on it.
Then the glare from the golden
streets is blnJmed hard on my eyes,,
and my halo is so big that it rests
on my ears.
There's absolutely nothing to do. I
haven't seen a poker chip since I've
been here. Choir concerts by scrawny
angels take the place of vaudeville
and musical comedy. There's only
one b'ar and they call it a fount, and
serve nothing but milk and honey;
and of all the messes you ever went
up against this is the worst. And
there's not oven a brass foot-rail to
make amn feel at home.
I tried amuse myself by taking
harp lessons, but every time I'd get
a pretty good grip on "Jerusalem the
Golden," a cog seemed to slip some
whore that ran the tune right into
"Everybody's DohV It!"
I can't see why, just because n
fellow has kept a few people out of
the jail and the poorhouse, and been
good to the dogs and the kiddies, ho
should be subjected to eternal bore
dom. If you could just do something real
white, old man, that Would get you
up here, I'd be mighty glad. But for
the love of Mike, if you do squeeze
through, sneak a pocket flask and a
deck of cards in your shroud, and
bring me some word from Fifl Tip
toes, who was with the "Peroxide
Pathfinders" when I left.
With regards to the gang, I am
yours in pink clouds and platitudes,
THE SERAPH.
Won by a Neck.
On love't3 .highway Aunt Barbara
Mears
Was strangely inclined to loiter;
She dawdled along for forty years,
Then married a man with a goiter.
Hope springs eternal in the human
breast,
And leads us on, though Doubt may
often crush;
For he who holds two pairs is far
more blessed
Before the draw than he with
busted flush.
We never hear any complaint of
th high cost of living a double life.
Stickney's cigars are above criticism
of most exacting connoisseurs. (Adv.)
Your automobile Is waiting for you.
Purdue's Automobiles and Taxicabs.
Anywhere at Any Time.
Phone for Rates.
Phone: Wasatch 5 or 1598.
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