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The Prospector and Thunder Mountain News November 12, 1904

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The Prospector and Thunder Mountain News

Volume 1. Roosevelt, Idaho, November 12, 1904 Number 3

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Locals.

Our old friend Clyde Wilkason is working at the H. Y.

W. E. Dexter, of Chicago, has gone home for the winter.

There are a good many parties out hunting just now and venison is not hard to find.

M. S. Hicks, formerly of Challis and sheriff of Custer county, is employed at the Dewey mine.

Lawrence Phelan, Earnest Crampton, John Altham and Chas. Haney, all of Challis, were in town on election day.

R. D. Almond has completed this year’s work on some promising Ramie Ridge properties and is working at the Sunnyside for the winter.

S. A. Kimmel, of Elk Lick, Pa., and owner of the Little Nell group on Monumental, has gone home on a visit after six years spent in Idaho.

Bud Davis and M. B. Merritt returned the 6th inst. from ten day’s hunting. They each secured two large bucks and saw many mountain sheep, of which latter they could not get in good shooting distance.

We are informed on good authority that the dance given by the Ladies Club, on election evening, was a complete success; that there was an excellent supper, superb orchestra, and that all participating had an enjoyable time.

Queeney, Curtis & McGiveny have fifty head of beef they will butcher in about fifteen days, most, of which have already been taken under contract. They have a few more head, however, that they can supply. They will be in the market early next spring with a fine herd of three and four year old steers.
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Joe Bowers.

My name it is Joe Bowers, I have a brother Ike,
I came from old Missouri and all the way from Pike.
I’ll tell you why I left thar and why I came to roam
And leave my poor old mammy, so far away from home.

I used to court a gal thar, her name was Sally Black,
I axed her if she’d marry me, she said it was a whack;
Says she to me: Joe Bowers, before we hitch for life
You ought to get a little home, to keep your little wife.

Oh Sally, dearest Sally, Oh Sally, for your sake
I’ll go to California and try to raise a stake:
Says she to me: Joe Bowers, you are the man to win,
Here’s a kiss to bind the bargain, and she hove a bozen in.

When I got to that country I haden’t “nary red”
I had such woolfish feelings I wished myself most dead.
But the thoughts of poor, dear Sally soon made them feelings git
And whispered hopes to Bowers, I wish I had ’em yet.

At length I went to mining, put in my biggest licks
Went down upon the boulders just like a thousand bricks
I worked both late and early, in rain and sun and snow;
I was working for my Sally, ’twas all the same to Joe.

At length I got a letter from my dear brother Ike
It came from old Missouri and all the way from Pike,
It brought to me the darndest news that ever you did hear,
My heart is almost broken, do pray excuse this tear.

It said that Sal was false to me, her love for me had fled,
She’d got married to a butcher, the butcher’s hair was red;
And more than that the letter said: Its enough to make me swear
That Sally had a baby, the baby had red hair.

Now, I’ve told you all about this sad affair
‘Bout Sally’s marrying a butcher, that butcher with red hair,
But whether ’twas a boy or girl the letter never, said,
It only said the baby’s hair was inclined to be red.
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The Sour Dough Can

A Modern Essay.

A pupil in a village school who had been requested to write an essay on the human body handed in the following: “The human body consists of the head, (thorax abdomen and legs. The head contains the brains in case there are any. The thorax contains the heart and lungs also the liver and lights. The abdomen contains the bowels, of which there are five – a, e, i, o, and u, and sometimes w and y. The legs extend from the abdomen to the floor and have hinges at the top and middle to enable a fellow to sit when he is standing or stand when he is sitting.

It Came Too Late.

The editor stood at the beautiful gate with all of his sins and his patches. Not long did he linger, not long did he wait, for they gave him a handful of matches, and tapped on a bell that was answered in – well, in place of the sulphurous crater – and the next moment found himself in it – the fast going elevator. It landed him straightway in furnace thirteen close by a political briber, when lo, through the halo of brimstone was seen the old delinquent subscriber. And vainly he tried his emotions to hide: I would that his face I could show you, as he drew a huge cart to the editor’s side saying, “Friend, here’s that cordwood I owe you.”

He Swore at Death’s Door.

Horace Greeley was one of the most profane men that ever lived, says the New York Press. Cursing was second nature to him. He even called himself names that would cause a duel in the South if applied to friend or enemy. When he realized that he was dying he said aloud: “Well, the devil has you at last, you — old —.” A week after the funeral his daughter, Miss Gabrielle Greeley, wrote to Whitelaw Reid, the young editor in the Tall Tower Tribune, to know what were the last words of her father. Reid wrote: “Your dear father’s last words were, “I know that my Redeemer liveth.” That is one case on record where ignorance proved to be unconditional bliss.

The Plain Truth.

(From the Tribune, Meridian, Idaho.)

“The merchant who won’t advertise in his home paper or subscribe a dollar toward an enterprise that will build up his community and is bound to double his business, ought not to receive any patronage from public spirited citizens. They should give his store a wide berth and give their trade to men who are up-to date, who are alive to the interests of the town and country and who are doing all in their power, financially and personally, to promote the welfare of the locality in which they live.”

Right you are Brother Reynolds, but here in the Thunder Mountain country we, thus far, have no complaint to make. See how our merchants advertise in THE THUNDER MOUNTAIN NEWS.

“He Pants for Fame.”

A boy in a Kansas school has been suspended for reading the following essay on “Pants:”

“Pants are made for men, and not men for pants. Women are made for men and not for pants. When a man pants for a woman and a woman pants for a man they are a pair of pants. Such pants don’t last. Pants are like molasses; they are thinner in hot weather and thicker in cold. The man in the moon changes his pants during the eclipse. Don’t you go to the pantry for pants; you might be mistaken. Men are often mistaken in pants. Such mistakes often make breeches of promise. There has been much discussion as to whether pants is singular or plural. Seems to me when men wear pants they are plural and when they don’t wear pants it is singular. Men go on a tear in their pants, and it is all right, but when the pants go on a tear it is all wrong.”
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Montpelier Examiner, November 11, 1904

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The Thunder Mountain News

The Thunder Mountain News is the name of the paper now published at Roosevelt by Clarence Eddy and Samuel Hunt. It is a 12 page weekly, and in the first issue Mr. Eddy, who has been styled the “poet miner,” gave his imagination full play in his word pointing of that great mineral region.

“Peerless Thunder Mountain, enthroned among a thousand peaks, snow covered and sylvan clad it stands alone and thundering bespeaks it monarch of the mountain lands,” is the way Mr. Eddy heads up his first page. He reviews the big mines of the camp, describing with sweeping but truthful strokes the immense treasures which recent development work has uncovered. The supposed origin of the mammoth ore bodies is treated in poetic style and the commercial, physical, social and climatic conditions of the region are detailed eloquently.

The first issue contained many quaint advertisements and comic local items. Among the former is a display ad of a saloon which reads:

“A bracer before breakfast, during or between meals, before or after bed time. Best old bug juice, ‘juice of giant powder’ and fresh home made whiskies a specialty.” Another saloon advertisement runs in doggrell as follows:

The packers’ rest
In the wooly west
Is at the town of Randall.
Of gins and beer and
Bug juice here
None but the best we handle.
Come, drop your tools
And leave your wagon,
Unhitch your mules
Get a jag on”

The following “locals” may startle outside readers:

“Five wagon loads of booze and a brand new piano have arrived at the Blank amusement hall. Contracts for the Y.M.C.A. building are in abeyance.”

“Sam Gilliam is getting in a winter’s supply of liquors. Cayenne pepper, fnsil oil [*], boxing gloves and tobacco form no component part of the goods sold by Sam.”

“Hay is about $200 per ton, but Queeney & Curtis, the Roosevelt liverymen, are still in the ring.”

“Some one, evidently a freighter, screwed the lock off Bill Thompson’s cabin on Mule creek recently, stole a money wrench and ‘screwed his nut.’”

“Some women of Roosevelt who persist in wearing pants would look more symmetrical by first removing their petticoats. Don’t store excess raiment in the seat of your trousers.”

All of the local news, however, is not of that character, as there is much valuable information concerning mining properties of the district.

source: ID AHGP [h/t SMc]

[*] Fnsil, or Fusel oils are mixtures of several alcohols (chiefly amyl alcohol) produced as a by-product of alcoholic fermentation.[1] The word Fusel is German for “bad liquor”.
source: Wikipedia
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Smith Ferry.
Lots of Freight Coming up – Man Severely Injured.

Long Valley Advocate, December 15, 1904

The river at the Ferry is froze up and a few more cold nights will make it safe for teams to cross on the ice, as it is the ice is cut each morning and the ford is in good shape. Roads are froze up hard, and very rough as far as Squaw hill, but we are told that from there on to Boise city road was never better.

J. McNish of Emmett has a crew of men here numbering about 30 getting out logs for his new mill at Emmett. They have been working since Sept. 1, and expect to bank 4,000,000 feet for next spring run. They have had very favorable weather for such work and are all ready for snow now.

There has been something like 35,000 pounds of freight passed here in the last ten days for Roosevelt, and teamsters report sleighing good from Knox to Roosevelt.

F. A. Noland of Vanwyck passed the Ferry on the 5th inst, on his way to Boise with four 4-horse teams for merchandise for Vanwyck.

Harley McConnel of this place got badly hurt Sunday, the 4th inst., while repairing Bell telephone by falling from one of the poles.

Long Valley Advocate December 15, 1904 pg 8 [h/t ID AHGP]
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