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WHITTLIN'

By Mark Whalon

At blacksmith shop and country store, I see no whittlers any more; It makes me think,,around these parts, That whittlin's one of those lost arts That rise and flourish, wane and pass, Like ternperin' bronze, or Venice glass. I guess t'was lost about thi time That thinkin' got to be a crime.

When I say whittlin' I don't mean A-scrapin' wire or spark-plug clean, Nor makin' whistles in the spring; I mean a wholly different thing.

I mean the whittlin' that was done fn sober earnest-just for fun. They whittled not for what was wrought But rather as an aid to thought.

To figure close-to fix a trade When some decision must be madeA good jack-knife and piece of pine And whittlin' shavin's from it fine Just soothed and smoothed and made things straight And helped the mind to concentrate. It helped when things was out of joint To whittle deep and to a point.

At politics they'd argufy, And how the wor{s and chips would fly, An' you could tell where they had sat Some notching, haggling Democrat. Outnumbered, in unequal strife, But fighting back with tongue and knife, All 'round was shavin's slick and slim, Republicans had heckled him.

In Washington I heerd 'em say Beneath the White l{ouse, hid away, They found a room all set apart Devoted to the whittler's art. Some President the kinship knew 'Twixt whittlin' straight and thinkin' true. I do not choose to give him name: jtls ryhittled deep in Halls of Fame. .t..

Now'days we take things on the run An' ,do a thing-because it's done. We never stop to calculate, To reason out or meditate. Opinions, too, that's handed out,' We swaller down without a doubt, 'Pears to me that it would pay Sometimes to whittle a diff'rent way.

Tactful

Husband: "My dear, a rnan was shot by a burglar but a button on the front of his pajama coat saved his life."

Wife: "So what?"

Husband: "Nothing, only it occurred to me that the buttori must have been on.tt

MIXING 'EM UP

The preacher had been advised by one member of his congregation to preach the old-timey gospel, and by another to be broadminded, so he mixed 'em up as follows: "IJnless you repent (in a measure) and are saved (so to speak) you are (I regret to state) in danger of hell fire (to a certain extent).

Mountains

By John Ruskin

"They seem to have been built for the human race, as at once their schools and cathedrals; full of treasures of illuminated manuscript for the scholar, kindly in simple lessons to the worker, quiet in pale cloisters for the thinker, glorious in holiness for the worshipper-these great cathedrals of the earth, with their gates of rocb pavements of cloud, choirs of stream and stone, altars of snow, the vaults of purple traversed by the continual stars."

A Pig Story

The Manzanola (Colbrado) Sun tells one about the little city girl visiting the farm for the first time, who rnade a tour of the barnyard and rushed in to tell her mother:

"Just think, I saw a whole bunch of little pigs throw a great big pig down and start chewing off its vest buttons,,,