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8 THE TARGET carried where I do not want to go, or shall I take his car and make my escape?’ “My decision was soon made, and I concluded to borrow the auto for a time. So, getting into the driver’s seat I turned the car and drove straight forward, until my gasoline gave out, and I found myself here.” While he was speaking, the gov- ernor noticed a large purse which the chauffeur held in his hand. When it was demanded and opened, an immense treasure, con- sisting of two potaoes and an onion, rolled forth. The chauffeur was put in a steel vault, but escaped during the night. With him went a hand- maiden, as well as several of the gov- ernor’s potatoes and onions. The oil baron’s purse was also gone. Some may think the high price of onions and potatoes due to the war, but Manco and his associates know better. DANIEL NUTTING. “THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL.” (A Poetic Transcription.) ’Twas cold, dark and dreary, On this white New Year’s Eve, And a child, pinched and weary, A deep sigh did heave. The cold little form Trudged alone down the street Seeking shelter and warmth From the cold and the sleet. On a doorstep she crept To be near warmth and cheer, For she dared not go home, ’Twould be much colder there. As she lighted a match Her cold hands to warm, She imagined a goose Coming towards her in form. But the match then went out; She lighted another, And saw in the light Her kind old grandmother. The matches flared up, She held out her hands, In her grandmother’s arms Went to happier lands. When the town’s folk, next morning, Saw the still little form, They pitied the child Who could not keep warm. ELIZABETH SCHILLING. A DAY WITH GOVERNOR MANCO! (1917) Governor Manco took the elevator to the clubroom of the Alhambra where he was to play a series of games of pool with a friend. Arriving at his destination, he was met by a burly butler who took his hat and overcoat. Governor Manco played and lost, much to the enjoy- ment of his friend, Don Jose, who needed money very badly. The check payable to his friend, Avas Avrit- ten by Governor Manco Avho prom- ised to play another series soon. In the afternoon the governor Avcnt out riding in his automobile, finishing Avith a trip to the motion picture theatre of Granada, AA ' here he saev Jack Pickford featured in “Sev- enteen.” After returning to his home on Fifth Axenue, he put a record on his new Edison phonograph, Avhich played one of those entranc- ing Hawaiian pieces, “Yakka Hula Hicky Lula.” After this he ate a sumptuous dinner, prepared by his chef. Later the GoA ' ernor retired much exhausted from his day’s ad- venture. JAMES F. BENNETT.
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THE TARGET Governor Manco and the Chauffeur One bright summer morning a patrol consisting of the old gaso- line refiner, who had distinguished himself in the affair with the con- sumer, a horn manufacturer, and a factory worker, perceived, descend- ing a steep hill near the Alhambra, a man in the garb of a chauffeur, holding back, by a rope attached to the rear axle, a large and powerful touring car of a well-known make. The sight of a chauffeur engaged in such work, immediately put the patrol on the aert, and as the man drew near, the refiner challenged him, saying, “Who comes?’’ “A chauffeur just from the repair shop, with an empty gas tank and a broken emergency brake,’’ was the reply. “I have orders to take any sus- picious characters before Operator Manco, the well-known wireless expert, at this time governor of the Alhambra,” said the refiner. “What? ? Is this the Alhambra I see before me?” exclaimed the chauf- feur. “If so, I have strange things to reveal to the governor.” “You will soon have the chance,” responded the refiner, “for you shall this instant be conducted to him.” So saying, he seized the chauffeur by the arm; the manufacturer and factory-worker put their shoulders to the auto; and all proceeded to the governor. This worthy had only one arm, was dressed in greasy overalls, wore high boots with climbing-irons, and al- ways carried a large monkey- wrench in his belt. He immediately called for the chauffeur’s story. “Well, your Excellency,” began the chauffeur, “after leaving the repair shop, where 1 had been em- ployed to drive the cars in and out, I traveled for one day, and camped among the ruins of what appeared to be the ruins of a large steel mill, but which I afterward found was once a large gasoline refinery. “As I sat there crunching a bit of crust I had brought with me, I heard the chug-chug of a large au- tomobile, and soon a powerful tour- ing car appeared, driven by one who seemed to have been at one time a powerful oil baron. “I offered to share my crust with him, but he refused, and immedi- ately began to fill his gasoline tank. “I then asked for a ride, which re- quest he granted, taking me to a large cavern, where I perceived every conceivable instrument of peace and war scattered about. “When the car stopped, I asked the oil barron whom it might be that I saw upon a high throne at the far end of the cavern. “ ‘Now,’ replied he, ‘that you are in the presence of Mr. O. I. Squeezem, the well-known Wall Street magnate. “ ‘But,’ I exclaimed, ‘he was in his grave long ago!’ “ ‘So you think,’ responded he, ‘but know that he has been shut up here by a powerful enchantment. Watch, you, now my car, while I go and how the knee to Mr. Sqeeuem.’ “As soon as he had left me, I be- gan to debate with myself concern- ing my proper actions under the cir- cumstances. “ ‘Now, thought I, ‘shall I stay here and wait for him, and possibly be
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THE TARGET 9 The Wreckers A country wagon traveled slowly up a strictly rural road. It was filled with grain, and was bound for a flour mill. Tired by the irksome journey, two boys about ten years of age, jumped from the ragon, and taking a large and bounteous lunch with them set off at a brisk pace up the rocky roadway. Knowing that their father, driver of the wagon, would soon stop to rest and feed the horses, they planned to travel ahead and have a lunch in the woods. They ate their plentiful lunch in a shady forest nook. Only two hard- boiled guinea eggs were left. These they stowed away in their pockets until their appetites should return. After a short rest they walked on until the railroad crossing was reached. Here was a place to stop. The railroad always enthused the country boy, especially after riding in a slow jolting wagon. Playing about the tracks, something which would have brought punishment upon their head s or other parts of the body, were it known to the parents, filled the lads with joy and occupied much time. The younger boy suggested that they place stones and things on the rails; and on their way back they could see the damage the train would do the objects. Having placed very pleasing articles on the tracks, they caught up to their father, who had passed them long ago, when they hid in the willows along the roadbed. Conscience worked in the mind of the older boy, until it forced him to exclaim. “Say, John, what if the things we put on the tracks back there should wreck a train?” “I was just thinking that myself,” answered the young lad. They were not allowed to converse further, for a hail came from a neighbor driving along the road. “Have you heard of the train wreck?” he asked. “It’s over Spring- field way.” He talked with the father and neither of them saw the lads run- ning up the road. The tracks were easily a mile dis- tant, but the boys soon reached them. Panting for breath they approached the spot and there lay two guinea eggs, one on each rail, each care- fully propped up with earth. They knocked them from the rails, smash- ing them completely. The appetites were not appeased, but consciences were light. NORMAN TAGGARD. MARIE’S SWEETHEART. One day Marie awoke very early. The ' birds were singing and the sun was starting his daily course. Marie lived in California in the Coast Range Mountains. Her father owned a large tract of land consisting mainly of pine trees. The land was fenced and perfectly safe. Marie had a large collie. She loved him so well that she called him her Sweetheart (and Sweetie for short). One morning Marie decided to go for a picnic all by herself and not “wif Sweetie.” After breakfast Marie gave her mother a kiss, took a cookie and a banana and started for the woods. “Don’t go far and be back by noon,” called Mrs. Manning. “Better take Sweetie.” “I is goin’ all by mysclvcs,” said three-year-old Marie.
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