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MEET ME IN SEDALIA
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ALL these events and many more will be taking place while ex' hibits of quilts, pies, roosters, stamps and a thousand other things, will be attracting teeming crowds every day. Judging of cattle, horses, mules, swine, sheep, goats and asses continues right on through the fair. Commercial exhibits, farm machinery, home appliances and other farm and home products are always magnificently displayed. The 4-H clubs. Future Farm
A visitor asked several people in a small town if they knew the mayor.
"He's a bum!" said the filling station attendant.
"He's no good," said the druggist.
"Never voted for him in my life," said the barber.
Meeting the much maligned mayor, the curious visitor asked how much his salary was.
"Good heavens, I don't get any pay," the official answered. "I took this job for the honor of it."
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ers, Missouri College of Agriculture and the 1 1 4 Missouri counties have outstanding exhibits every year. The shows put on by the Wild Life Commission and the Highway Department are perennial favorites.
Yes, "Meet me at the Fair" is going to be the slogan this summer for all Missourians interested in seeing, hearing and learning what makes their state a great state . . . and having the time of their lives while finding out!
A new army recruit was placed on guard duty. Posted on the early morning relief, he did his best, but in the end went to sleep on his feet. He was awakened by a slight noise and, raising only his eyes, saw the Officer of the Day standing in front of him. Remembering the heavy penalty for sleeping on post, the recruit stood for another moment with his head bowed. Then, raising his head slowly he looked piously into the sky and reverently murmured, "Amen."
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William P. Thome was one of several Kentuckians who shared a dream of building a railroad from New Castle to Eminence.
While the road was still in the blueprint stage, Thorne provided himself with stationery and, as self-appointed President, wrote to the President of the L N system concerning the exchange of annual passes.
The L y N executive pointed out a certain inequity: while his system extended for more than 1,000 miles, Thome's road, if and when built, would be less than four miles.
"True," replied the persistent Thorne. "the L y N is somewhat longer than my road, but mine is just as wide!" He got the annual pass.