The North Platte Semi Weekly Tribune

HAPPENINGS IN THE CITIES
"Harem Skirt" Split Latest Drink

CLEVELAND, O.—J. L. Saunders who claims to have a farm about three miles south of Uhrichsville, has some new ideas in the line of frapped drinks and frozen dainties which he is anxious to give to the world. Armed with a blank contract and about six months' growth of whiskers, he came to Cleveland, anxious to exploit some of his ideas. He wandered about the city until he bumped into a drug store on the public square.

"Are you the owner of this establishment?" asked the prospective purveyor of ideas, eyeing the white-coated soda clerk.

"I'm not exactly the owner," answered the spirit presiding over the bottles and glasses, "but if you want to make an offer for the place, I might listen to you."

"Well," said Saunders, "I've an idea for you fellers. I've been reading that the college boys and the society girls are in need of fancy drinks. I ain't had much to do but my chores all winter and I have been staying up as late as nine o'clock figuring some high-sounding titles. Some of 'em would inspire the young with grand ideas.

"Now, take 'The White Man's Hope.' Wouldn't that sound fetchin' on a glass of ice cream sody? You could add the whites of a couple of eggs and give a guaranty that if the college boys drank enough of 'em they could go out and lick Jack Johnson."

"That's a good idea," remarked the clerk.

"But," continued Saunders, "I got a better one. They's a lot of suffragists in town. Why not put a sign in the window, 'Vote for Women Frappe?' That'd bring 'em, I reckon. Reciprocity cocktail would be a good title to catch these pesky politicians when they leave the courthouse and the city hall.

"But, listen to what I been figuring out for the college boys and the society girls—'Rah-rah Fudge Served With Three Cheers and Harem Skirt Splits.'"

"That's enough," said the fat boy behind the counter. "If we used those ideas we'd have to build an addition to the store, and the square is too small as it is."