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The Holbrook News
Published every Friday at Holbrook, Navajo County, Arizona, by SIDNEY SAPP .Editor and Publisher. Application has been made - to the Postmaster at Holbrook to be admitted to the mails as second-class matter. Bates of subscription in advance One year $2.00 Advertising rates made known upon application. All advertisements will be run until ordered out. flow Wealth. Cut to Taeaa. Tfce romantic discovery of a silver mine, while sinking a well for irriga tlon purposes on land belonging to "Mrs. Langtry" (Lady de Bathe) In Nevada, recalls even more romantic stories of mining luck. It was when capital and hope were alike exhausted that a last desperate stroke of the pick revealed the fabu lous riches of the big Bonanza silver mine in 1873 a treasure house which has since yielded ore valued at $150,- 000,000. The Flores mine of San Luis Po tosí was struck by a poor priest, who bought an abandoned claim for an "old song," and took $3,000,000 worth of silver out of It ; and the accidental dis covery of silver in the ashes of his camp fire made a millionaire of a ne gro fiddler. Peter Terreros, a muleteer, disco v ered by accident the Real del Monte deposits In Hidalgo, and at the end of twelve years had won $15,000,000 and a Spanish title of nobility ; and, to gire but one more example, two brothers named Bolados, who earned a miser able livelihood by carrying fuel, found in a crevice opened by an earthquake an enormous block of silver worth $1,' 250,000. Hot Slams; After AIL. "We are so used to slang," said the vVoman Who Beads, "that we have fal len into the habit of Including in thüi otegory almost every unusual word or phrase. For example, the verb tc faze," which means to baffle, to confuse, to perplex. That word Is misspelled variously "phase," phaze,' phcaze' and f enze, It is not slang, and any women may use It without fear, fjr it is at good English as any other in the lan guage. Shakespeare employs it, spoil ing It faze,' as It shorld be spelled. Tten there Is the phrase lit down.' which almost everybody regards us slangy when used in the sense of sur render to obstacles or fatigue. It, too, to not slang." We have for It no IfC an authority that Thomas i Kempi?. who certainly cannot be . considered an Imitator of George Ade, That emt rent writer says: 'Love fels no bur den, thinks nothing of trouble, attempt what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of Impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself and n things possible. It Is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completer many things and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would He down.' He undoubtedly use? the expression as meaning to give np id the face of difficulties. It's better sot to class a word or phrase is slang unless one la sure." Well Pat. "The late Walter A. WyckofT, the ramp professor of Princeton," said a magazine editor, "had, in his tramp ing ' days, many a quaint experience, lie was talking to me one night about political economy. He wanted to prove that I was wrong in my claim that labor-saving Inventions robbed poor men of work. He said, at The argument's end, that he was reminded of a conversation he overheard in 1900 on a tramp in Pennsylvania. "They were digging, he began, filter beds on the outskirts of Philadelphia with a steam shovel. The wonderful shovel, whistling and grunting, would dart luto the earth, jerk out again, aud swing up merrily towards the waiting car, loaded with a ton of dirt. Two laborers stood besides Wyckoff. They watched the quick and tireless shovel scooping up and dumping into the car a ton of earth at a lick. Finally the younger laborer said with an oath : " 'Ain't it a shame, George, to shovel dirt that way?" "'How so?" said George, the older laborer. " 'Why. that there machiue Is takin' the bread out of the mouths of 500 men what would be required to do the same work with band shovels.' "George laughed. "'Go on,' he said; you don't rea son right. Look-a-here, If this steam riggin would give work to 500 men with shovels, why not get 5.000 men with teaspoons for the Job?" lila Oaly Fear. Kind Lady You should be careful how you tramp around In the sleet, my poor man. This paper states that there are five varieties of grip. Sandy Pikes Dat may be, lady, bat der is only one kind dat I am skeered of. Kind Lady And what is that? Sandy Pikes De bulldog's grip, mum. HE HAT) AN ABSENT FAB3. Recruit Glad ta Start Toward EtRg Glorr aa 'Carlos, the Flddlar. "The son of a wealthy old friend of mine, being stage struck, joined with a 10-20-30 opera company. I mot him loafing and strutting about a hotel la Duluth, Minn.," said the veteran actor to a representative of the New York Telegraph. " "Come over to the opera house and see the show,' said he. "I went, but I saw no signs of thl young man on the stage, nor was his name on the program. Afterward met him In the lobby of tbe hotel. " I did not recognize any of the characters as you,' I remarked. 'What part are you playing? " "Why, I am playing the part of Carlos, the Fiddler, said be. " Ther was no such part. "Oh, yes there was. Didn't yon notice how they talked about hlinT In the first act. In order to get the chorus off stage, didn't the soubrette put her hands over her eyes, look off L. 4 E. and say: "Oh, girls, Carlos the Fiddler is going to have a dance on the green; let us hasten or we wiY! miss it?" Then burst into song and skip off? Tou bet they did. "Then again, in the second act. when the bell Is -tolled without, don' the prima donna say: "Hark that bell! That bell can stand an awful lot harking, for who Is pulling the rope but Carlos the Fiddler?" That Is true, young man, but they only talk about you. You do not show yourself on the stage during the whole performance.' " 1 am aware of that, but you must remember I am as yet a raw recruit. still I feel I am on my way to fame and glory, though the path may be strewn with thorns.' "Oh, If the hope and optimism of youth could be with us in our later years," sighed the veteran actor. Fool I woke up last night with start. I dreamed that my watch was gone. Drool Well, was It? Fool No, but It was going. An English lecturer on chemistry said, "One. drop of poison placed on the tongue of a cat is sufficient to kill the strongest man." "And does your husband still think you the an angel?" "Oh. yes! At least he seems to think I don't need any new clothes." Pick-Me-Up. Knicker Wouldn't you like to wake up and find yourself famous? Bocker rd rather be so famous I wouldn't have to wake up. New York Sun. Tom What was that sentence the choir repeated so often during th lit any? Laura As near as I could make out It was "We are all miserable sing ers." Clara That man who Just passed was an old flame of mine. Kate In deed! What happened between you? Clara Oh, he flared up one day and went out. 'A fool and his money are soon parted," quoted the pessimist. "Yes,' rejoined the optimist, "but It's worth while being a fool to have the money to part with." Loafer the First I thought this yer unemployed fund was for charity. Loafer the Second So it la. Isn't It? Loafer tbe First It ain't. It means work. The Sketch. "I can not tell a He," declared the eminent magnate. "You don t have to. urged his eminent counsel. "Just say that your mind Is a blank on that sub ject." Louisville Courier-Journal, "What are the names of that young couple next door?" "We won't be able to find out for several weeks. They've Just been married, and he calls her Birdie and she calls him Pettla." Suburbanite (to visitor) Oh, how are you? Come right in. Don't mind the dog. Visitor But won't he bite? Suburbanite That's Just what I want to see. I only bought that watch dog this morning. "So you have named your little girl Investigation 7 " "Yes." "Isn't that a queer name?" "Well, we read every day of some rich man courting Investi gation and we shall want our daughter to marry well," The Artist's Wife (in a whisper) There's someone knocking. Jack. Shall I open the door? The Artist No; It's Jabber's knock. It's a special knock I gave him, so I wouldn't let hint ta by mistake. Life. "AH writers are not Impractical, aro they?" "Oh. no. One man will write a Joke and sell It for fifty cents. Anoth er will write a comic opera around It and draw $20.000 In royalties." Louis ville Courier-Journal. O'Brien Oh, but me daughter's the shmart girl. She set two mln ftjrhtin' for ber hand. Landers And ab mar ried tbe winner? O'Brien Bcgorry, no! She married the one so epnld Uck alslest Boston Transcript. WHY BOYS LEAVE SHOUT time .isa. when I had been appointed by the government for the purpose of look I 1B Into farm life to ascertain. If possible, what was making ii r.u aversion io eu iiuiuj yuuug persons oí doiu sexes, mero was widespread disposition to make merry. "Investigate the farmer?" some people said. "Why, the farmer doesn't need In vestigating. He's the happiest and most Independent man on earth. What do you want to haul him out Info the limelight for?" Since that time, however, ths seriousness of tbe movement has grown on the public. until now Its place and purpose are "What is the matter with the farm?" was not wholly necessary to answer ready been of great value In letting publicity in on methods followed by too many agriculturists. It is true that ntunerous farmers still cling to ancient methods and dllñcult ways of living. Let us cite some things the commis sion has uncovered: A great - many farmers have not giving their boys a share in the at least a small start whnn reaching the age of 21. This, It seems. Is the chief cause of so many boys leaving tbe farm to the tender mercies of hired men, who, as everybody knows, are not always so considerate of other peo ple's property as they might be. Too much work for the' women folks Is another cause. In that It deprives the young people of their en re and com panionship, leaving nothing for any of them but the dull routine of work and sleep, week in and week out No amusements is cited as one of the greatest drawbacks farm children have to meet. In a large farming community In Kansas the only diversion was the Too much seclusion from the outer world drives many boys and girls to the cities. Is the conclusion of Investigators both East and West. In this day and age of the telephone, cheap magazines, newspapers and rural free d' livery routes, this condition may be classed as almost criminal. No boy or girl wants to grow up knowing as little of the world as a clam, and that Is Just what this seclusion amounts to. And there's another thing and that is the love of money that afflicts too many farmers and Induces them to sacrifice not only their own health In The class of farmer misers, fortunately, grows smaller and smaller each year, and It Is altogether possible that On the other hand, there are thousands of farmers who rejoice In the opportunities they have had the past few years to Improve themselves and their families. They are leading the way to a better rural life. They set an example that shows plainly enough how much more pleasant it Is to live reasonably than the other way. Without the commission they would have brought about a great change, but with it they will revolutionize farming methods. Many farm boys and girls will undoubtedly go to the cities, no matter what advantages they may have be no one to run the cities. But to and a new Ufe coming. The farmer stay of America. Wllllamsport (Pa.) "How in the world can you afford to raise all those hogs?" the stranger asked Uncle Hiram, who lives way back lu the mountains of Lumpkin County, in Northern Georgia. "Oh, they mos'ly dew fer theirsels," he re plied, with a smile. "Thet thar 'un," he continued, lazily designating a huge razorback, "thet thar 'un's my ole blew saow. Ornery critter, tew! Made me a nice bed fer her las fambly, 'n' then hanged if she didn't go 'nd make her own arrange ments. Tuck thet little ole split sugar barr'l out yondab ! "Wfcar's she a-goln' naow? Down long tie river to git a drink. Ah reck on." Suddenly there was a loud splash which made the old man jump from his comfortable position on the porch and run toward the bank. "She'll be draownded, shore 'nough! The blew saow! She's a-driftln'!" he screamed. "Ain't yew-all gwine he'p me? He'p! he'p!" Uncle Hiram plunged Into the water after his favorite. By dint of much pulling and hauling, amid unearthly squealing, the animal was finally safe on dry land. But the rescuer was car ried swiftly down-streain. Had It not been for some loggers near by, It is doubtful whether he would have lived to tell the tale. He was dragged ashore, more dead than alive, and re vived with difficulty. A little later, after drying his clothes, besmirched with sticky, copper-colored mud, on some scrubby black-jacks, he went back to the cabla to tell his "ole woman." She listened stupidly to the adven ture, closed her snuff-box, even took the gum-brush out of her mouth, aud then began to cry. A COMUTO-OUT I AN AWFUL THOUGHT. THE OLD FA Riff. . it was announced that a commission recognized and all classes are asking, Perhaps a government Investigation this question, but It certainly has al already acknowledged their mistake In returns, so that the latter might have monthly visit of the circuit preacher. Its pursuit, but that of their families. it will some day disappear. at home. They must, or there will those who remain a new era Is opening Is going to be more than ever the main Grit "Why, anty, don't yew-all go crj naow. Pap's all right," coaxed the wood-cutters. "Quit ole lady. Ah Jest got a wet tin', n' Ah reckon yew'll low as Ah needed hit," interposed Uncle Hiram, "But If pap had er died," she walled patting the erstwhile prodigal pig, "If pap had er died. Ah never could her et no more hawg!" SPECTACLES SHOW DUST. Jfear-SIa-hted Mam Moat Aware Flae Particle 'la Air. of "No matter where you live and how ever high In the air yon always find dust settling on everything- every where, but," said the nearsighted man, "If you want to realize this fact you should wear spectacles and work at some employment that requires con stant bending over. "Fourteen times a day, or as much oftenor as you look, you will find your glasses covered with fine particles of dust Maybe you dont look, and then maybe some bigger particle, some speck that is by comparison a verita ble boulder of dust , settles there, square In your line of vision, where It may not obstruct your sight, but where It cannot fail to arrest your at tention. And then when you take them off to remove the boulder you find your glasses covered with dust in finer particles, as you would find them. indeed, however often you might look. "Over such an area as that of De troit for instance, there are tons of dust floating In the air, as, perhaps without figuring out Its weight, many people, such as housewives and store keepers, are aware; but perhaps no body is reminded of this so constant ly as the man who wears spectacles and who bends over at his work, and on whose glasses, where It Is ever be fore him, dust Is constantly settling." Detroit Free Pres. KECEPTT?TT. PIE FOB ÉEEAKFAST. Not tbe Worst Thins la the World, Saya a Man Who Ha Tried It. "Pie for breakfast" Is the one un failing reproach that is hurled at New England when the lowest of outsiders wishes to chuck odium. Take the word of a man who has tried it there are worse things for breakfast than pie. "I'm free to admit," said he, accord ing to the Boston Herald, "that I never but once really experienced pie ."or breakfast By that I mean per petual pie pie for every breakfast, not pie at a railroad station eating house breakfast, but pie on the break fast tabie just the same as butter or sugar or bread. "That was some years ago. I spent a winter on a Job pretty far back in northern New England and I boarded at a comfortable little cottage in a four or five bouse settlement for some months. Twasn't really a farmhouse, though it bad a little patch of ground. It was the home of an old lady and her grown-up daughter. An older sbn who supported the family worked In a factory in a town some miles away, coming home only over Sunday. The old lady who took me in, lit erally, not figuratively, was tbe cook and she was some pie cook, not with a varied repertoire, so to speak, but ex cellent aud prolific with what she did. It was winter then and the pies for the most part were mince or apple, but there were any number of those. How she produced so many I can't tell, for I'm sure I ate a pie a day and she and her daughter ate some, while the son could get away with two or three from Saturday night to Sunday morning. "You see, she knew what a piece of pie was. A piece was a quarter, and two pieces for dinner or even for breakfast were no disgrace. "I never sat down at the table In that house, breakfast or any other meal, but that there was at least one or oftener two pies on the table, not always whole ones, but enough and with a large reserve to drawn on. Furthermore, most of the weekdays I spent way back there I was at work so far from the house that I carried a dinner pall, and did I ever fail to find a piece of pie in it? I did not "And pie for breakfast Is not the only form of rural food that has been unjustly abused. I've known folks sneer at steak that was first pounded tender and then fried. But I know lots worse things than a round steak hammered awhile and then fried in butter, real country butter, of course, and served piping hot At this little house, of course, they didn't do their own siaugntering,. as many or the farmers did. but they bought outright a quarter of beef and a half pig and kept It down cellar, where it was cold enough to keep anything. To this day I am amazed at the versatility of that pig. It's an old Joke about the Chicago stockyards usiag everything but the squeal, but I still believe that In some of the dishes I had the head cheese or the souse, maybe that squeal was con cealed. But I learned that winter that "sweet pig pork sweet as op posed to salt is good to eat In many variations. "la fact, of all the real cotsntry things I had that winter none was wasted on me. The one thing I díead ed was the weekly treat that the son of the house brought borne for Satur day night oysters, canned or barreled oysters, from which later a 6tew was made." Certalaly New to the Baalaeaa, She was newly married and did not know a little bit about either house keeping or shopping. It was a crush er; but Gus, the grocer, was an experi enced man and clever, so he kept writ ing and did not even smile. , "I want ten pounds of paralyzed sugar, sue uegun wiui a uusiuessiiKe air. "Yes'm. Anything else?" "Two tins of condemned milk." ' "Yes'm." ' He set down pulverized sugar and condensed milk. "Anything more, ma'am?" "A bag of fresh wait Be sure if fresh." "Yes'm. What next?" "A pound of desecrated codfish.' He glibly wrote "desslcated" cod. "Nothing more, ma'am?" "No." "We bave some nice horseradish. just in." "It would be of no use to us," she said; "we do not keep a horse." Sweat Child. íTpssnm." llsned little Bessie Tomp kins, "our Sunday school gave a festl- and all the little girls in tne seign- borhood were invite," Ah." Dralsed the visitor, "and I guess you were the sweetest little girl there," 'Nolii, Susie Smythe was the sweet est" 'Sbe was?" 'Yessum, Susie fell Into the tub of oft taffy." Air that has bren inhaled has a biche electrical conductivity than normal air.