THE REDWOOD GAZETTE, REDWOOD FALLS, MINNESOTA

The Redwood Gazette WILSON & LAUTERBACH

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WEDNESDAY, JULY 26th, 1916

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THE LITTLE KHAKI MAN

Just a little skinny fellow Rarely over twenty-two, He has left the farm or factory For the old red, white and blue. There was sorrow in the household When he donned his suit of tan, And he left his mother weeping For her little khaki man.

Sure, he knows just what's (before him, He can see the alkali And the wounded soldiers crying For a drink before they die; He has heard there is no quarter Given by the greaser clan, But he's on the job and sticks there, The little khaki man.

As he struggles with his hard tack By the flapper of his tent, He is thinking of those biscuits Mother made the day he went. But he eats his beans in silence And the stuff that's in the can, For he wastes no time in grumbling, The little khaki man.

So don't you call him "tinny" In his faded yellow suit, For he's off to fight our battles And is worthy your salute. Though he's short on beef and bluster, Though he's sort of pale and wan, Still he's long on grit and courage, The little khaki man.

—Nebraska State Journal.

SENSE OR SENTIMENT

UNLESS the friends of the Boys on the Border use considerable plain horse sense, the Boys are going to

be burdened with a lot of "extras," which they don't need—and forced to do with­out a lot of things which would add great­ly to their comfort and perhaps keep them in good health. Delicacies and luxuries have no place in a military camp-—and according to the statement of a regular army officer—will not be permitted to reach the men if sent to them, as it^ is for the men's own good that they live on the regular army rations, and in all other ways, abide by the regulation "sim­ple life" of camp,, even if it is a bit more severe than the women folks left behind think it should be.

So let us not be carried away by senti­ment in satisfying our desire to send something to our boys as a reminder that the folks back home are anxious to help in any way possible, and are anxiovis to do anything which will make for actual camp comfort. But let us wait until the boys find out what they actually need— and let us know about it.

According to press reports two of the biggest needs in camp life will be lemons and ice, to make the water both more palatable and more healthful. This need means money—and can be met best by money sent directly to Company L offi­cers to be used at their discretion. This money it is our privilege to procure and send just as soon and just as often as these officers indicate the need1.

In the meantime why should we net set about raising extra funds, so that when the time comes there shall be no delay and so that the boys need not draw too heavily on the present emergency fund. The mothers and sisters sent a consign­ment of parcels of toilet articles and oth­er comforts Saturday, a local druggist has arranged for the shipment of two dozen pairs of celluloid eye-protectors and one hundred tubes of face-cream, for which the boys wrote while enroute to camp (and for which friends of the Company will be privileged to pay as soon as the bill ar­rives) ; and now let us set ourselves to the task of creating a Company L fund— and await further requests before send­ing more things to Camp Llano Grande.

THE MEXICAN

THE Mexican is a queer compos ition of pride and mescal, mixed with hot tomales and a sprinkling of chili con

carne. He will not do anything today that he can do tomorrow and tomorrow never comes. He has a queer sense of honor, and about as much morals as a rabbit. He is easily offended, and treach­ery is his first, middle and last name. He breaths fire and snorts defiance, but in reality, stripped of his pomposity and his monumental braggadocio, he is as harm-Jess and helpless as a cooing dove unless

he can slip up behind your back under pre­tense of friendship or a flag of truce— and sink a knife into your skin. Mexico is inhabited chiefly by snakes, horned toads and bandits, and of the three classes of citizens, the snakes and the horned toads are much the more intelligent and desire-able as friends and comrades. Thev say there is a reason for the existence of ev­erything in this world, but up to the time of going to press no one has advanced an adequate reason why a Mexican should live.—Fred Hadley.

THE TIRED CHRIST

WORK was wearying to the Son of God. He got tired just as truly as you and I do. He sat down

because He wanted to rest and He asked for water, not to open up a conversation, but because He was thirsty. On more than one occasion He made His disciples take a half" holiday—and He enjoyed it with them. Rest was sweet to Him be­cause He worked for it. A loafer is a thief of time. He can never know the pleasure of a vacation until he has toiled. I do not care whether his idleness comes from being a bum or a millionaire. Vaca­tion is an economy, not an extravagance. To say that you cannot afford it is as senseless as a musician saying that he cannot afford to take time to tune his instrument. Jangling nerves and discor­dant digestive apparatus make poor mu­sic even in the money market. If you have not had a vacation—take one. You will not only enjoy living better, but you will be better to live when you get back. Remember today: "Come ye yourselves apart into the desert place and rest a white."—G. W. Bull.

WAR RELIGION

RELIGION has been bankrupted by the war in Europe, according to some pessimists; others say that

the war has meant a great wave of mysti­cism that at times seems mere supersti­tion. The best religious war news we have seen is summed up in two sentences found in the Rev. W. W. Holdworth's "Im­pressions of a Hospital Chaplin."

A rabbi serving as a Chaplin in Flan­ders was asked by a dying French sol­dier to unbutton his tunic and to hold the crucifix he was wearing so that in his last moments his eyes might rest upon that symbol of love unto death. With a fine humanity the Jew held up for the comfort of the dying man that which stood for the condemnation of his own people.

We wish all our know-nothing friends might note this paragraph!—Collier's Weekly.

IN OUR CLASS Henry Speed," said the judge, "you

are charged with driving at the rate of twenty-five miles an hour. What's your defense?"

"Your honor, I know you come to court by way of Water street. Could any man bump those bumps at the rate of twenty-five miles:—even in a day?"

"Discharged! Next case."

Ain't sweet corn days never gom' to get here nohow? And a real watermelon —at an eatable price—would also help a heap.

"The way of the transgressor is a headache."—New Madison Herald. And the way of the transgressoress is

a heartache—which is a heap sight worse.

Many of the brilliant editorial minds of the current country exchanges are call­ing attention to the season's "daring" bathing suits. Dare you to what, boys ?

The boys at Camp Llano Grande will have no hard feelings these days against anyone who hands them lemons—even if they are handed to them by the drayload.

Nineteen voters attended the annual school meeting. The other nine hundred and ninety-nine of us were content to re­main at home—and get ready for future growls.

A Springfield merchant is advertising a free gift of face powder or candy to each lady visitor. Now is it possible that man is brute enough to make each of his guests make her own choice!

To our mind the mother who didn't raise her boy to be a soldier is far outclassed in incompentency and failure to duty by the mother who doesn't raise her girl to be a really intelligent wife and mother.

The poorest, threadbarest old joke in the world is heaps and sights better than none at all—just as even a lukewarm or warmed over grin is better than the most classically shaped lips with the downward droop.

Great is America! People of means may hear the world's greatest voices for $10; those in moderate circumstances may ob­tain phonographic records of the same voices for $2.50, while the very poor can see the same singers act m the movies for a dime.—Life.

No decree in the history of Minnesota for the past several years, has been quite so justifiable as Governor Burnquist's or­der to the sheriff of St. Louis County to keep order on the Iron Range, using force if need be. That there has been little force necessary is largely due to Gover­nor Burnquist's positiveness and consis­tency in meeting the situation.

"As for the great out-of-doors now­adays, why it just dimply eats out of the farmer's hand." — Caryl B. Storrs in Visitin' Round. Sure it does—and the farmer gets up

at four-thirty to give it its first chance at the fist-held fodder, and remains up un­til ten-thirty P. M. to be on hand for the last feeding. Doc Storrs has done a va­riety of things in his day, but he's aw­fully shy on actual farm-work experience.

Sec. Jul. A. Schmahl requested The Ga­zette to send thirty copies of itself to Company L Boys each week—and send the bill to him. Isn't it queer that a man of Mr. Schmahl's superior judgment should make the mistake of thinking that Any­body can pay for Anything that the Ga­zette can do for Company L? It ain't to be did! There is once in a while a pleas­ure we selfishly insist upon reserving for ourselves. But this just shows that Ju­lius has the interests of the home boys at heart—even in little things like week­ly visitations of the Gazette.

'Tis said an Indian never forgets, but The Gazette has several subscribers at the Agency who persistently and consis­tently forget to pay subscription dues. Once more is it proven how this noble race has deteriorated through close association with the white brothers.

We've often wondered what was God's purpose in creating the American small boy. Now we know. It was that he might give assistance in great commun­ity movements suda as the digging of trenches for municipal heating plants. Anyone who has passed the ditches on the main street during the past few days will realize why we are so sure about this.

We hope no one takes literally the "John Doe" in the Company L address on the front page. One Minnesota town did, and as a result Camp Bobleter was flooded with packages for "John Doe"—and the editor who printed the address was forced to suffer seven different deaths when the senders discovered their mistake. We think no one here is stupid—but just for safety's sake we suggest that the name of your own particular boy should go on the "John Doe" line.

Most of the counties in the state have what they call county editorial associations, where the news paper boys get together and talk over mat­ters pertaining to their line of busi­ness, but we are sorry to say that Redwood County does not belong in that class. It could, and should have an organization of editors, not only for the editors'benefit, but for the good it would do in boosting Redwood Coun­ty, placing it on the map as the livest and best county in the state. Can't we arrange for a get-together meeting at Ramsey Park this summer.—Ves­ta Censor.

Here's our hand on it Harvey. Come on in! The water's fine—and we'll fry Hambur­ger for the whole bunch.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO A representative from one of the

larger of Redwood's stores was in cur office Wednesday evening in an en­deavor to place page advertisements in the local newspaper. While here he asked for space for a page adver­tisement each week for six weeks and for other heavy advertising. One quo­tation only from his remarks follows: "We know you can get along without us, but we can't get along without you! We must have newspaper ad­vertising and if we can get it we will not bill your town! Our merchants want to advertise with you."

What would you do in a case like that ?—Morton Enterprise. It's always a problem, Brother Rubev,

and one which is bound to confront a good, live paper like the Enterprise, al­most weekly. The Gazette sometimes finds it rather heart-breaking to turn away Twin City advertisers who are lavish of space and free on rates, for the privilege of serving the local man whom we know i i sending out of town for two-thirds of his printed material, who crowds materi­al for a page ad. into a half-page space and then looks hurt if he is sent a bill charging him the full of the very n-odest advertising rate. Does seem a bit one­sided, doesn't it?

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The time has come when newspapers all over the country must choose between go­ing out of business or raising subscription and advertising rates. There is absolute­ly no middle-road process. The following from the Dawson Sentinel is only one of the many reasons why:

Less than a year ago, the paper on which the Sentinel was printed cost $48 per ton. Today we pay $100 per ton for the same article. The whole­saler says that by January first, the price will be $140.

It is useless to comment on the ava­rice of the interests who take an un­holy advantage of people's necessities

and charge it up to "the war." ~ Opinion is cheap, but it takes money

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Our aim is to give the best goods at the best price, quality considered. If for any reason you think

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Redwood Falls, Minn.

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& The WheatYields Tells the Story i r of Western Canada's Rapid Progress

The heavy crops in Western Canada have caused new records to be made in the handling of grains by railroads.

For while the movement of these heavy shipments has been wonderfully rapid, the resources of the different roads, despite enlarged equipments and increased facili­ties, have been strained as never before, and previous records have thus been broken in all directions. The largest Canadian wheat shipments through New York ever known are reported for the period up to October 15th, upwards of four and a quarter million bushels being exported in less than six weeks.

and this was but the overflow of shipments to Montreal, through which point ship* ^ ments were much larger than to New York. * Yields as high as 60 bushels of wheat per acre are reported from all parts of the

country; while yields of 45 bushels per acre are common. Thousands of American farmers have taken part in this wonderful production. Land

prices are still low and free homestead lands are easily scoured in good localities, convenient to churches, schools, markets, railways, etc. ^

There is no war tax on land and no conscription. Write for illustrated pamphlet, reduced railroad rates and other information to

B. A. Barrett, 311 Jackson St _ ... St. Paul, Minn. -'

Canadian Government Agent.

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