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TO OUR MANY FRIENDS AND PATRONS
We take this opportunity of wishing you a Merry Christmas
and to thank you for your patronage the past year
And We Would Remind You That We are Prepared to Supply Your Wants
in Anything in the Line of General Merchandise at 25 per cent Less Than
Present Wholesale Prices. So Come and Get the Bargains While They Last
Thanking you, one and all, for your liberal patronage the past year and hoping
for a continuance of the same during the coming year, we are your friends
M. S. Fisher
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The Christmas
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Samuel Y ellow W olf
By C. M. MORRISON
IN the Panther Fork country, in
the old days before somebody
made a hole in the ground and
struck oil, it was currently stat
ed and never successfully contradict
ed, that Samuel Yellow Wolf was one
of the most worthless specimens of
noble Red Man that could be collect
ed anywhere between the Everglades
of the forgotten Seminoles and the
next big “potlach” of the Northwest
Indians.
Samuel recked not. He was just
about all Indian, of the hopeless,
quiet shuffling, half moccasin, half
blanket breed that ride trains in the
Southwest till some brass-buttoned
railroader kicks them off miles away
from so much as a siding. He had
that old natural liking of the noble
red man for the noble fire-water and
| he would eat on every occasion.
| Otherwise that just about lets Samuel
1 Yellow Wolf out.
The war and the draft and all the
rest of it came along and caught
Samuel Yellow Wolf just about total
ly unprepared as it were. He had no
trivial grievances against the Kaiser
or Von Tirpirtz and he had never
heard of the Crown Prince. The big- j
gest boat he had ever seen was a |
flat-bottom skiff tied up at the creek
bank. Had you told him that some
one of these days he was going to
cross the Atlantic ocean and that vin
dictive boats that ran under the wat
er would be taking shots at him—'
well he would have classified you as j
a forked tongue liar in that aborigi
nal mind of his, but he would not j
have told you so. He simply would
not have taken the trouble.
Consider this son of the roaring
and ramping Southwest, with an
agency school education, and about
as much knowledge as a mud turtle
from one of his native creeks, being
picked out of a smoky half-house
tepee and set down in the mud and
the well known cooties of “Sunny
France.” And consider, if you like
the job of considering, all the things
that happened to Sam Yellow Wolf
before they considered him fit to
take a rifle in his brown hand and a
pack on his shoulders and fare forth
to the great game of German kill
ing.
The Manitou is certainly good and
all powerful and somehow it came
about. Furthermore this same
shambling, good for nothing Indian
came near being one of the best
■cout« that the A. E. F. owned.
Maybe the job suited him so well
because ho never had to hurry and
the scouts were well fed gentry,
whose turns of routine duty were
few and rather far between.
It was written that Samuel Yel
low Wolf was to escape German gas
and French cooties, English tea and
Bavarian machine gun bullets and get
one long and unwinking look at the
Goddess who is known as the Statute
of Libetry. Sam Yellow Wolf liked
her looks from that eastern ap
proach. Maybe he was thinking of
how calm and restful it was going to
be back in the sun and shade of
Panther Fork.
In the meanwhile, those busy ladies
known of old as the Fates, were pre
paring a large surprise for Samuel
I Yellow Wolf, late of the Panther
j Fork, country. During Samuel’s ab
' sence some enterprising paleface
: wabbled into that remote part of the
world and proceeded to set up an
“outfit.” This outfit proceeded to
puncture the upper crust of the long
suffering globe.
When the puncturing had gone far
enough there was a great amount of
yellowish brown and highly smelling
fluid pouring out upon the surface.
And Samuel Yellow Wolf who had
twdce crossed the seas and gathered
unto himself a fewr notches on his
gun, in perfectly legitimate warfare,
had become one of the really wealthy
men and prominent citizens of those
Come along Thanksgiving and
Samuel Yellow Wolf who was acquir
ing certain civilized tastes other than
. those having to do with “bootleg” and
I tobacco made his first kick against
that amiable but irksome restriction
of the Indian Office that permits even
the richest of the “genuine Indians”
to have no more than an allowance.
But it wasn’t no use. So much
money he might have for his needs
and no more. Samuel already had a
motor car, a new house with six en
tirely unused bath tubs and had
bought enough ornamental junk to
furnish out a second hand store. But
he had so much and he could have
no more. Not unless he could think
out some perfectly good and approv
ed way of spending it.
Maybe, Samuel Yellw Wolf wasn’t
very much concerned about whether
“Treasury Savings Certificates” were
any good or not but into his original
and aboriginal mind some knowledge
of these “certificates” crept. He had
a plug hat and a congressman’s coat
anyway, as wel as a red-yellow vest,
so he just had to buy something.
When he learned that the man who
was looking after his money could
not possible object to his buying
“certificates” Sam Yellow Wolf's
mind was made up. He regarded the
whole matter in the light of having
put one over on his legal guardian.
And he took al they would let him
have.
Having acquired a large and in
teresting family of near and distant
relatives, he got quite a sizeable
hunk of the Government promises to
pay.
“Um can’t stop me” said Yellow
Wolf as he came into the bank on
his first Christmas Eve back home
and “celebrated” up to the legal re
quirements. “This Christmas Gift.
Good way to spend um”
And Yellow Wolf was almighty
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IMPORTANT
TO YOU
Have you been in our new
cash store? If not, you are
missing bargains every clay.
The next ten days will witness
the greatest demand for Holi
day goods America has ever
known. They are short,short,
short, but we are long, long,
long on Holiday Goods. We also
have a complete line of NEW
merchandise. When in Bates
ville be sure to visit our store
where quality tells and price sells
BATESVILLE. ARKANSAS
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The Wardrobe
Bernard Talley, Proprietor
Cleaners and Pncsscns
OLD HATS REMODELED
Up-to-Date Machinery Used in Our Cleaning and
Pressing Department
BATESVILLE, ARK
When in Batesville
Don t Fail to Visit
C. K. MOSBY’S JEWELRY STORE
Nice Line of
Jewelry and Novelties to
Select From
For Useful Christmas Gifts