If you have done them symptoms, Mr. Editor, you had better worry, because you are a ill person.
One great sporty event is now approaching to Pacific Coast by inches. It is that trip of horse-racing automobiles travelling by snow-plough from New York to Paris. Them automobiles is quite international and has been froze to death in four languages already. They expects to enjoy Alaska & Siberia in the same way. Shuddering is unpleasant to such heroes.
Sydney Katsu, Jr., Japanese dentistry, desire to make bet-sum of money with me for $1. I am an entirely sporting Japanese, Mr. Editor. I am willing to risk enormous sum of money if I am sure I can be able to get it back with interest at some proper percentage. I am disagreeable about any bet what is a speculation; but I am recklus about gambling when it is a good investment. Therefore, what car will win? America car is now most patriotic about getting ahead—yet what would happen to my money if that automobile should enjoy train-wreck while going over Rocky Mountains in Pullman car?
I follow this race for one weektime by press-notice and get these excitable items to inclose for you:
Monday—American car drawn by Hon. Bill Pirkins’ tame mare “Florence” forges 101 yards through snow-drift.
Tuesday—Italian-speaking car, driven by 2-mule-power borrowed from Hon. Rube Brown, make entry to Paris, Neb.
Wednesday—Italian mules pass American 1-horse-power mare.
Thursday—American snow-plow “Governor Hughes” set pace for all comers.
Friday—Hay is distributed along racecourse by gallant American troups so that motor-power can stop for lunch.