You have to be Deadeye Dick to become a Masai warrior. . . . [H]e must pass a spear-throwing test.

The most interesting thing to the chicken fanciers—and the thirsty also—was an ice cream parlor in Morrison. Before we left […] the town ran short on all brands of beer (near, Root, etc.), and the thirsties of the crowd were reduced to the tamer pastime of eating oranges and cracking peanuts.

Bookchests will be ready for distribution on the 4th Saturday of September and January. Books sent to the respective Circles are charged to the officers.

These opinions, founded on desuete customs are generally erroneous.