The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 22, 1906, Page 8

THE SEATTLE STAR 1906. SATURDAY, Dec, 22, nd one of these that bal e ~ gun, Upon be last much longer At the exprese fc “ Y pad o event offices f packawe burdened ns FRc tvige Boag Wg Fogg Sey theres 4 oti dispatebing gifts east val time in Be e © with . Yul tide dispatebing # bisatve and hapey e4 her pockets, but could not f and wow ; any more Murry . The « c pot ened andr my: ° ; cornet | MURDERER HANGS QNOPPERS ARE ON THEIR LAST] SO8h realators are ee Se “eh am - , . thelr “ back ar ‘ sattio has last night Bars TODAY—MANY VISIT-| paowg pom one land ¢ tan « atte bh On her way from work last nigh : 7 OMe IN SEATTLE FOR MOLI “ Nips Piggy) ever ' @ in scores have (Seripps Telegraph Service) spout 9:48 Mise Florence Crosby t *. | yy } mana jo get to port in time SALEM, Or, Deo, 228.—Henry] 6640 Thirteenth av. northeaal, wae! , ar yet “pet naiohe og | pend their Chriatmas on land: 10M | tose gn exsoldier, was hanged) held up by & highwaymar Twen- - a ¢| Derjacks from the woods are * | yesterday for the murder of Madge] teth av. between Madison at and |, . ' mackinaw shirts and irom Doyle, in « Portland lodging house, | Mast Union, and robbed of « amall| ' " " into ¥ « trote Hose cut the woman's throat bee] sje of me veal t h ; - or cause he feared she wan about to , gy telly . leave him ae ee - entiot ' gifts, y . hief Spe fo you want a book of plans tor , ner and * of — f homes? Send your name| fw. M there ' anting ; tas box for $1./and Boe to Knapp &@ West, archt| orga nw mpt spools * ' ‘ " ret W. RB. Hutchinson Co, Cor. 2nd and | tects, $68 Colman building and you) 4 : © . see | Union Street eel will recetve a beauty Sid Lote o' at & nen °r* BORN ON TRAIN {15"\)" fic" im any ve | Tharodas’ nike bur ore nate (Beripne Telegraph Service.) "0%, Cote O, Okla, Dee re hy aan » Bright, of Fort : he @ Mandkerchlof Special BOYS ROB BAFE and and fei te Ee. Tote The Dance Is Tonight ; ceaeaen i com ne will far. ' . *, it ‘ whttul Halle mM 1 ' Gently fit. A. Ie Hal Fire , vee a The Quest of Bijah Briggs COPYRIGHTED 1006. By DAVE KING “These tarnal mud-roade make me sick.” Sais Bijah Briggs, of Blinkum Creek, “These tarnal mud roads make me sick! And though I'm boss of this township, I think, b’gosh, I'll take a trip.” cen “I'd like to find a place where I Can haul a good load, wet or dry.” “Was but « place for teams to stick.” K he road that ran through Blinkum Creek Was but a place for tears to stick— Of roots, and bog, and stumps and stones, Lined on the sides with horses’ bones, io) He thought of many a dreary day Of road work, and the tax he'd pay. “And many a traveler dropped his load, His Heaven foresworn, upon that road.” oO n, on it led, across the rill, Through valley, forest, up the hill And many a traveler dropped his load, His heaven foresworn, upon that road. io_°) He said, “I'll fly this blighted spot— No place for me while h—I is hot.” “He came, at length, inte the pike.” Bova the hill, beyond the dike, He came, at length, into the pike, Where men with spanking teams dashed by With loads of barley, corn and rye, “Ah, this is something like,” said he, “But still there's better.. On for me!” Where scented swains in high-top rigs Run down the village hens and pigs.” 7 he turnpike, ‘neath his eager feet, Turned into planks—a village street— Where scented swains in high-top rigs Ran down the village hens and pigs. C=S “Ah, now we're getting on,” said he, “But this can't be the best there be.” “It's plain to see it doesn't last.” WW tere next our traveler called a halt The streets were paved with Asphalt He'd reached the flimsy town of “Blow,” Where there was much of pomp and show. — ad “This stuff,” he said, “is wearing fast; , “It's plain to see it doesn’t last. “If one were going to ride a bike.” “O ne load of wheat for Blinkum’s mill Would cut it into ribbons; still, If one were going to ride a bike, This is the place for any tyke.” eS “The roads I've always dreamed about Are hard and firm and don't wear out.” “Great patches—iike my boyhood's pants.” ee nd, too, I see, on second glance, Great patches—like my boyhood’s pants— And cracks, the heedless wheel awaits; It's only fit for roller skates." ioe) Demands repairing constantly — I must be going on,” said he. coh CE VY jon OTH wru fl “This fool business broks the town,” Arion he dragged his aching hocks O’er streets inlaid with Granite Blocks. Poor horses, looking weary, tough, Went hobbling o'er the surface rough. je—e] Said he, “I see by looking ‘roun’, That this fool business broke the town.” “And o'er its smooth streets came and went The traffic of a continent.” A last his wanderings brought him to A city, built for ages through. And o'er its smooth streets came and went The traffic of a continent. ~~ ee He knew, though fresh from Blinkum Creek, The pavement here was Vitreous Brick. “No tax to keep them in repair, “No limit to the loads they'll bear.” at his is the place for me,” he said, “These streets will last "til I am dead No tax to keep them in repair; No limit to the loads they'll bear.” ~— 1a He sold his farm in Blinkum Creek, And blew it on the town of “Brick.” Ghe Denny-Renton Clay and Coal Company Vitrified Brick Seattle, U. S. A. RSLFe 17