MARSHALL, MINN. 
That’s right, for I have a 6 months old grand¬ 
son now. -He lives way out in Idaho so I 
haven’t seen him yet but I can tell by his pic¬ 
tures that he’s okay. 
I went up to one of my old friends in Mar¬ 
shall and said, “I hear you have an 8 o’clock 
curfew now.” He said, “Yeah, we did have 
until some folks complained that it woke them 
up.” That’s like the city boy who was visiting 
on his uncles farm. At daybreak the farmer 
woke his nephew. “What’s the trouble?” ask¬ 
ed the city chap. “Have to get up and help 
gather the pumpkins,” replied his uncle. 
“Great Scott! do you have to sneak up on 
them in the dark?” asked the sleepy nephew. 
One evening my wife and I didn’t know 
how to pass the time so I approached a na¬ 
tive and asked, “Got a picture show here?” 
He said, “Nope.” I asked, “Got a library or 
poolroom?” “Nope.” He answered. Finally I 
said, “Well, how on earth do you folks amuse 
yourselves?” He brightened and said, “We go 
down to the grocery store in the evenings 
and watch the new bacon slicer work.” 
After we left Marshall, Wisconsin, we stop¬ 
ped for visits in Madison, Milwaukee, Osh¬ 
kosh, and Chicago. I had a stiff neck most 
of the time we were in Chicago. Those sights 
were stupendous! It does a country pumpkin, 
like me, good to see a big city. Some of those 
buildings are really way up there. I wouldn’t 
mind owning the Wrigley building but I can’t 
make gum so I guess my place is selling seed 
right here in Marshall. When I was in Chi¬ 
cago I stopped a fellow and inquired how to 
get to the stockyards and he said, “Just fol¬ 
low your nose.” That reminds me of the little 
boy who said, “My daddy doesn’t keep pigs in 
our basement any more.” I asked, “Why?” 
and he replied, “Cause the neighbors got wind 
of it.” 
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