WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT SCATPING?

Scolping wos on oct. peculicr to the North Americon Indion ot wqr. lt consisred of pcrtly cufiing ond portly teoring ofi o piece of :kin of rhe haod, wirh rhe hoir ottoched; whether the victim wos olivc or deod ot rhe time did nor ofrect the operciion, The tndians with whom scolps were trophies of vicfory, would olwcys leove o long lock or tuft on the scolp or c chollenge.

Eounties hove, in Ame:icon hislory, moJe thon oncc been offered for scolps, ln 1724, about $500 wos ofiered by Mqssochuselts for lndion scolps; ln 1754, during the French qnd Indion wor, o bounty wos ofiered by the French for Brirish scolps; ond 'by the colonies for Indion scolps; in 1755 Mqssochusetfr offered obour $200 for every scolp of o mqle lndion over | 2 yeors old, ond obout $l(X! for scolps of women ond children.

In 1855, when Hobbs Woll storfed their lumber business in fhe wild, primitive qreo of Del Norte County, Klomorh lndions, living in the neighborhood. were friendly.

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Ain'l F The Truth

Over the hill trailed a man behind a mule drawing a plow., Said the man to the mule: "Bill, you are a mule, the son of a jackass, and I am a man made in the image of God. Yet, here we work, hitched up together year in and year out. I often wonder if you work for me or if I work for you. Verily, I think it a partnership between a mule and a fool, for surely f work as hard as you, if not harder. Plowing or cultivating we cover the same distance, but you do it on four legs and I on two. I, therefore, do twice as much work per leg as you do.

"Soon, we'll be preparing for a corn crop. When the crop is harvested I give one-third to the landlord for being so kind as to let me use this small speck of God's universe. One-third goes to you and the balance is mine. You consume all of your portion with the exception of the cobs, while I divide mine among seven children, six hens, two ducks and a banker. If we both need shoes, you get 'em. Bill', you are getting the best of me, and I ask you, is it fair for a mule, the son of a jackass, to swindle a manthe Lord of Creation-out of his substance?

"Why, you only help to plow and cultivate the ground, and f alone must cut, shock and husk the corn while you look over the pasture fence and heehaw at me.

"Al1 Fall and most of the Winter the whole family, from Granny to the baby, picks cotton to help raise money to pay taxes and buy a new harness and pay the interest on the mortagage on you. And what do you care about mortgage? Not a damn, you ornery cuss! I even have to do the worrying about the mortgage on your tough ungrateful hide.

"About the only time I am your better is on el'ection day, for I can vote and you can't. And after election I realize that I was fully as great a jackass as your papa. Verily I am prone to wonder if politics were made for men or jackasses, or to make jackasses of men.

"And that ain't all, Bill. When you're dead that's supposed to be the end of you. But me? The parson tells me that when I die I gotta go to hell forever. That is, Bill, if I don't do just as he says, and most of what he says keeps me from getting any kick out of life.

"Telt me, Willyum, considering these things, how can you keep a straight face and look so dumb and solemn?"

lf tifb Were But A Doy

If all that we could lmow of life Need be but a day, If life were really one day I'ong, W'd make that one day gay; We'd never take the time to frown To worry, or to sigh, We'd get the good we could from life Before the day went by.

Some fowers grow that open wide At dawn to bloom 'til night; They keep their faces to the sun Reflect its beaming light; They shed their beauty-perfume sweet On all who pass their way, And all they ever know of life Is but a single day.

Really we've but today to live, The present moment's all; Tomorrow never seems to come, It e'er eludes our call. We need to get the good we can From all today can give, So let's resolve that we today Will love, rejoice, and live.

A Chonged Condition

A cub reporter, frequently reprimanded for prolixity and warned to be brief, turned in the following:

"A shocking a,ffair occurred last night. Sir Edward Hopeless, a guest at Lady Panmore's ball, complained of feeling ill, took his hat, his coat, his departure, no notice of his friends, a taxi, a pistol from his pocket, and finally his life. Nice chap. Regrets and all that."

Three Divisions

Professor: "What three parts is womankind divided into?"

Pupil: "The intelligent, the beautiful and the majority."

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The smart filling station man says that the curse the gasoline station today is the I.W.W. customer; wants Information, Wind and Water, but no gas or oil.

Thot Wqs The Only Kind She'd Mer

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"Mama, where does the fire go when it goes out?"

"My dear child, you might as well ask me where your father goes when he goes out."

Man: "Do girls really like conceited men better than the other kind?"

Girl: "What other kind?"