This is the season when we talk about giving thanks and often say how thankful we are. And yet, we have difficulty remembering a birthday a month from now and what it has really meant down through the ages.
Maybe if Cally had her druthers, she’s be transported like a gypsy in horse-drawn wagons. Then if she were late, there could be many good reasons. Pictured here with Belle and Beauty and husband Darby.
If someone were to describe my characteristics, the words prompt or quick would not be used.
A new problem, cause for an idea, has presented itself in Frazee since the closing of the saloons last Saturday night. It is this: What shall be done with the evening, or rather where shall a fellow go that has no place to go?