PATRICK LUMBER co.

Hcndwood lumber stoclns increcsingcll grreenJril4s working full ccrpcrcity --crvcrilable cs lqst cs it cqn be dried.

Wcltcovering still scqrce. Fir Plywood situction deplorcrbl+less and less recrching this mcnket through regulcr channels.

Oak Ftooring cnd threstrold stocks should improve during the next ninety dcrys.

Every effort still being made to sewe you.

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537 First Street

OATI.AI{D 7 cAuromue

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Pioneercd the modern kitchen

All the step-scving efficiency cnd restlul bequt' you Eee in those Htcbens illustrcted in todcy's mcgrsines devoted to the home wcrg inspired by Peerless, the.pioneer ol nodern Htchen desigrn It is oUr lerent wish that this yecr will exrble us to supply cn increcsing number ol decrlers with their needs for modern kitchen equipment

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Her Wcry oI Grieving

. Don Blanding tells a story about a back-country woman in Florida who was hoeing one day out in front of her weather-beaten house. A neighbor stopped and leaned on the fence. "Effie May," she said, "it ain't fitten for you to be hoein' out here today when the whole town knows that you just had a letter from the government sayin' that your son Jim is layin' out in one of them furrin heathen lands, dead. It just ain't fitten."

Effie May rested her hoe, and looked at her neighbor with bleak, level eyes. "Friend," she said, "I know you mean well, but you just don't understand. This is Jim's l,and, and it just delighted his heart to see green things growin' on it because it meant that his maw and the young uns would be eatiri'. This is his hoe, and when I'm hoein' I can almost feel his big strong hands under mine and hear his voice, sayrin'-'That's good, Maw, that's good.' I can't afford a stone monument for Jim. \fi/orkin', not weepin', is the only headstone I can give him. So, if you don't mind, neighbor, I'll do my'grievin' my own way."

The Soft Answer

Old Jim Bidwell, a California pioneer, married a squaw. She died after forty years of married life with Jim, and he went East and married a school teacher, and brought her back to his home.

Of course some of the kindly ladies of the neighborhood soon dropped in to leave their barbs in the new wife. One of them said:

"Of course, Mrs. Bidwell, you must know that your husband's first wife was a squaw."

"So I've heard," said the new bride, and added, "and judging from the white women I've seen around here, I don't blame him."

To Rumple My Hair

I long for'a woman to rumple my hairI want her to rumple my hair!

I pine for a seat in a fire-place nook

With a pipe and a drink and a librar;lbook; Or a cool, shady spot by the fde ollfrrook

Where a woman can rurdle

Oh, Gee! For a woman to f want her to rumple fi hairl

For I'm bald as an egg which is why I declare I want her to rumple my hair.

-Betty Brainerd.

It Broke Him

"Here's a penny my good man," said the old lady to the fflt at the door. "Tell me, howfiPJr+ecome so desti-

"f was like you mam," replied ffe tramp; "always glving away vast sums to the poor and needy."

Three Cinches

Professor: Mr. White, tell me-what.$*f,e words are in most common use among cotteg{gydntsl"

Mr. White: "I don't know." v

Professor: "Correct, Mr. White."

Illwion

On clothes she spends her legal

Because this truth she's found: A dress can make a girl look slender, And,a hundred men look 'round.

Cqreless Throwing

"You are charged," said the judge," with throwing your The Religion oI cr Vcrgcrbond

"The religion ,of a Vagabond" says Tom Dreier, "is a religion of freedom. ft is a religion of joy. It is a religion of confidence. Obviously there can be no fear, no thought of limitations, no lack, to one who believes in a God of unlimited goodness. The true Vagabond does not seek goodness. He sees it. It is always there for him to see. He is sure of that fact. The life each of us leads is the life within the limitl'of our own thinking. To have life more abundant,:nre must think in the limitless terms of abundance.' mother-in-law out 'of the window, Have you. anything to say?"

"Yes, your honor, I did it without thinking."

"I realize that, my good man, but don't you see hop dangerous it was for anyone who might have been passing at the time."

He Knew

Doctor: "You must avoid all forms of excitiment."

Mike: "Can't I even look at them across the street?"

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