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RAD 1IAKR1LL REED, EDITOR "Entered as second-class matter March 20th, 1915, at the postoffiee Houston. Mississippi, under the act of March 3rd. 1879." Wc arc Thankful. The Yazoo Sentinel is considered by expert newspa per men to be one of the 52 best weeklies in the United States. To attain that honor the paper must have shown all around ability from eds to ads, and Brother Birdsall put it over. To ditto his honor The Hummer is striving with a burning ambition someday we hope to bring home the bacon. The Editor of The Sentinel has been kind to The Hummer, printing eds and always giving credit, and since we met him at the Press Association last May wet THANK him the more for the kind words printed below: "We are glad to welcome our youii and talented friend, Rad Reed, back to the editorial tripod of The Hous ton Hummer. Mr. Reed has been out of harness for the past month because of physicial infirmity, but his paper fairly scintillates again this week with his brilliant pen, and The Sentinel is glad that he is able to be at his work again, and hopes that he will continue to improve until he has finally recovered from the accident which has made him a cripple for so long, but which he has borne with philosophy and fortitude, and optimism that should put some of us who bemoan our 'ill luck' to shame." Hithcrs and Thithers. Quit worrying cut out petty jealousies get the hab it of Hello Bill and SMILE, for the love of Mud, SMILE, SMILE, SMLE and SMILE. Did you ever see a man guaranteed under the sure food and bug pact? Think of a glumpy groucher, a gloom er, and grunting grunter, a grumbling grumbler, a fault finder, a flaw picker, an incessant frowner, a chronic pes simist and a few other nice characteristics blended into one then you've got him. They live in this country too. Let's act rnissionnary to them and get'em converted. Please! Some song asks "What are the wild waves saying." Sure, they are saying, "Get your fraidcat ships out of the lock up, you Germany and England, and SHOOT." The Winning of Barbara Worth is to be played on the American stage. The eyes of the world will get another good look at Harold Bell Wright's wonderful writing. Keep something growing the year round that's ad vice from the papers and it's good to follow. Old Man Prosperity is positively aching to do big things let's ease the pain. The world might vamoose tomorrow, so let's get busy, chip in feed the kitty. The only way to kop the kale is to go after it, go after it and forever be on the job. Autos turn turdle and then turn back into autos again. Some quick movie work there. Burglars are busy, but when that burglar went into a preacher's home a few nights ago was the limit. That minister's flock had just about failed to pay him for his last six months work and the burglar lost nothing but his religion. Wonder if there is a mother living who didn't say af ter her baby had failed to win first prize, "Humph, I just know my baby is as good or even better looking than that old prissy Mizzes Punkydooodle." Long about Christinas the Ladies' Lone Companion, the Woman's Home Journal and the Discriminator, to gether with all suffragette publications, probably will print in flaring headlines, Peace On Earth, And Good Will To W omen. Scribs and Scraps. A man named Elect was defeated for Constable up north a few days ago. When the war began the papers used flaring head lines. Fashion watching closely every minute for new ideas finally instituted the flaring dresses. It is said that dresses these days gives a slim girl a chance. The sandwich man who ran away with the 15 year old Laurel girl will have to look out for meet and bread sure enough now. Read at least one hour per day. It will pay you large dividends. There is a shoe called "Stronger Than The Law." The way law is dispensed now in some courts a shoe like that might last two days. A lady watching the autos whisk by exclaimed, "Why they'll wear'em out. Sure, Mister Ford doesn't care. People owe much to the small merchant in both money and good will rnake'em smile now. A man made a speech on "Oil and Gas" in South Mis-: ;sippi last molitli, Wonder if his audience exploded just about the time he oiled up his tongue and turned on the gas? What if New York Papers had to print local news like this "Bill Jones is in the city today." "John Doe from Podunk is visiting relatives here today." Wouldn't the local editor go mad and paper run out puick? A negro boy named "Soda" living near the lower part of Mississippi River wears number nineteen shoes. Speak ing ol mashing, if any road consractors need a tamper or a human steam roller they should pop the pay to Soda. The sugar cane mills of Louisiana might hire him to mash the juice from the cane. When gold began pouring into our country for war supplies some big stiff of a pessimist wrote a long punky article for a big magazine claiming that a nation could have too much gold. That's the way of groucheshe wasn't getting 'hisn.' Bits and Jits. A clip says "Rusting is the poorest way of resting." But we'll have rusters with us even unto the day that Judgment writes on a universal casket "AT REST." Everybody get out your artillery and shine'em up grease'em up and load'em for bear. When you are ready then declare war on pink worms, boll weevils, living in paper sacks, hate and envy, gossip, frowns, grouches, glumps; gloomers, non-progressives, chronic knockers, pessimistic kickers, selffishness, laziness and loafing, lying and stealing, misrepresentation, snobbery, shams and hypocrisy. Kill'em dead, dead, dead and don't have njercy on their souls." The President and his "financial future to be" can join dimes and pay the rent on that summer palace for the next four years. A rampanting, lambasting pounder of the Gospel said few weeks ago that a certain big town in Mississippi was so vile, wicked and degraded that even hell would have to reach up to touch it. Great Nebberkersneezer, that's some low down ! Irvin Cobb, the side-splitting humorist of Kentucky, can put more genuine laughs to a page of the Saturday Evening Post than any writer for that classy publication. An article, "The Lord Provides", in the Post few weeks ago told the story of Kentucky funerals and although it had a few sad sentences to keep the story straight it other wise brought laughing tears by the handkerchief, One old man named Leatherit died. He was a big bug rich banker STINGY as the tightest tightwad. Grasping the kale was his long and only suit. Friends made the golden gates swing wide out of white flowers made a pillow or column broken to show he was a fallen man of Israel made celestial harps out of flowers and doves spread over banks ot roses to carry out the scheme. They were sending him away on good recom mendation. Then Cobb says something like this "When the preacher got down to the 'Dust to Dust' part of the se:ice, a cjrtd. i man in back of church who had not been in a church for 30 years, bent over to his friend and whispered in his ear, 'Talk about ruling passions, old Sime Leatherit is still grabbin for the dust." Random Rambles. Knock and it shall be opened unto you, sayeth the Bible. But the Dardanells door just won't budge. Neither will the door of- prosperity budge to the knocks of the knocker. The Yazoo Sentinel says, "All roads lead to our sub scription book. Are you traveling?" Same here.' Please somebody sing, "I'm On My Way." "0 Happy Pay" how sweet the sound. School children, please study geography double yo'ir present time. When you read an item from certain places do you know where it is? Some people think Europe is one of the United States. A chamelson can turn any color, it is said, by placing the lizard looking animal on certain colored paper. We read the other day that one was put on a painted rainbow and he killed himself trying to make good. Fashion has now a new job. That vaccination spot on Milady's arm is the trouble. The fashion artists are trying to cover it and nothing else. A man and woman wer bit by a mad.dog near Chicago last month and immediately hiked to hospital for the Pasteur treatment. Rabies touched them slightly but the doctor finally cured them completely. Then the couple married. Now some old grouch will say they went mad anyhow. London laundries report a shortage of 12 million col lars per week since the war. We guess the owners are getting a real soaker in the neck. There won't be so many washouts on the line from now on, but they can be con soled that it all comes in the wash anyhow. Here's one we found in The Baptist Record and its funny, get ready to laugh. A touseled headed boy rode up to a store on one of the poorest horses that ever came down the pike. A wag thinking he would pull a big one, said loudly to the boy, 'Hey. kid, how long has your nag been dead?" The boy never turned but said, "Three-days and you're the only buzzard that's noticed him.', Gosh, wasn't that a sockdolager? Threefoot Bros, of Meridian certainly get there with three feet when it'eomes to business. Children are served first at meals in Japan. Wish people here would serve them same time when company comes. Children never forget the injustice of having to WAIT. Flips and Flops. Somebody wisely remarked that if you do climb the ladder of succass don't pull it up after you. Give the other man a chance. He "rung" the bell that time. Miss Dinah Mite, our touchous young spinster who has re-fused many young swains, has gone off again to another blowout in the country. So here's hoping she'll blow up to heaven the next shot. A late song goes by this name "We're Going To Cele brate The End Of The War In Ragtime." By that time Eu rope will be in RAGS sure enough and there won't be much music either. Two aviators fell to their death last week. Dropped dead, so to speak. Anna Held, the famous actress, is still holding her own a poodle dog. Headline says, "See Mexico For Ten Cents." Never, not for a nice Villa would we do it. "Come quick, doctor," said a hurry up caller at Dr. John Walker's home, "Come on quick, wife's got the con flickshuns er runnin up and down her rynal colyum, come quick and release her." We imagine when Milton was divorced by his nagging wife he quickly wrote "Paradise Regained." Burkank has removed the thorns from blackberry bushes. Just remove the chiggers, old top, and your name will ring down the centuries. Those who forever seek soft jobs will get some hard knocks before they hit easy street. A Triumph potato raised a few feat from The Hummer editorial den weighs exactly eight pounds. Wonder how many men can claim one weighing mare ? Headlines all over papers lately told of heavy court dockets. We can't remember seeing but one where it stated the docket was light for that term. So many ara carried forward in some counties they are three to five years behind. Our hustling district-attorney, Hon. R. H. Knox, and Judge Lee Bates is showing the country what can be done in a court room by going at it and doing it quick. When you can't sleep at night did you ever notice or at least listen to the orchestra of farm animals? The rooster as the crow-nometer announces by a flap of his wings and the resulting noise of his that "By the Light of the Silvery Moon" the band will begin its nightly revel. The turkey gobbles the opening stanza and the cow trom bones the chorus, followed by cackling hens, squealing pigs and the barking of dogs. The neighbor's animals all join just about the time some old horse says 'neigh, neigh, and an old hog grunts from the pain of it. Two cats break into the chorus while a mocking bird does his best to lend enchantment to the bum music of the tempo fur ioso aggravating aggregation. So just about the time you wink a wunk the old mule kicks the dram and another midnight rhapsody fleats into the whirling rhythms of the musical spheres. Some old wag says a railroad can never cover up its crimes because it always leaves its track. An astronomer says he has lately found a star that has been lost for 30 years. And here we have been living all this time and not knowing that one of the poor thing? had lost it way. We guess that's the one about "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder where you are." Wo-men have at last become watch-men in Europe moter-men, cab-men conductresses brake-men police men "mailmen" and every other job formerly done by the men at the front. They wear regulation uniforms of men and the suffragists of London are advocating men's clothing for all women from now on. . 0 golly, we'll be driving. Did you ever notice in these style magazines how the women twist and casually hang a limp spindleshank to the left side? Nux vomica, ain't it awful? Car riding stirs up automo bile. My, didn't that make you heave almost? Now that the doctors have a cure for cancer, pellogra and consumption, please get bnsy and get a serium, for grouches and grumps. Germans enter Cacak, says a headline. Sounds like a chicken town, doesn't it? Thanksgiving Day November Twenty-fifth.