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Council Meeting

At the regular meeting of the Council Monday evening a great deal of important business was taken care of.

The fountain in Central Park will be repaired and put in proper shape. The basin to the fountain has given some trouble the last year or two and it will be put in good shape.

The resignation of Ralph Hodge, councilman from the Third ward was read and accepted. Mr. Hodge expects to move to Garden City soon after school closes.

For sprinkling streets the city agrees to pay $6 per month for sprinkling on Main and side streets.

Councilmen Blanchard, Lewis, Bown and City Attorney L.F. Keller were made a committee on revision of city ordinances with a view to having them printed in pamphlet form. This is a good move as at present there is but one copy and that the original. To date there are nearly three hundred ordinances on file and City Attorney Keller will be busy for the next few days going over them, as a number passed in former days are not now in force.

The retaining wall on the east side of the court house grounds was next discussed and it was decided to confer with the county commissioners in the matter with the view of having it moved back on a line with the post office corner.

Two ordinances were passed and will be found elsewhere in this issue.

Base Ball Season Opens

A number of the boys went to Wichita the first of the week to take in the first games of the season. Scott Sheets, John Gardner, Daws Hedrick, Vic Pratt and Carl Noce were down Sunday and Fred Oyer and Carl Ehrlich were down Monday.

Monday evening of last week the Marion Amateur League was re-organized with Rosse Case, president, and Fred Dunham, secretary.

The first game is scheduled for May 19. The league is composed of the same clubs this year that put up those good games last summer, and excepting Claude Kennedy, Manager of the Bankers instead of Brown Corby, the management is the same.

The 6 o'clock closing of business houses in Marion give everybody a chance for a little recreation and the longer it is in force the better people like it.

Hurrah for M.H.S.

In these busy days, there are not many people who really appreciate what it means to be a graduate of our institutions of learning. To a degree this holds good concerning the students of the high schools.

The seniors of the Marion high school are hard workers and in addition to keeping up their regular school work are busy with orations.

The members of the graduating class are Miss Fae Paddock, Messrs. Chester Evans, Harry Rogers, Will Burkholder, Gillis Hodge, Wallace Magathan, Lawrence Kelley and Ross Miller.

As a whole the high school is intensely interested in the coming track meet which comes off Saturday, April 25th. All the boys are eligible to try for place in the several events and April 17 is the date set for the "try out."

In order of the boys to take part in the athletic events they must maintain and average grade in their studies satisfactory to Prof. St. John and the boys agree this is right and proper.

Gathering of the Clan

If Kansas papers seem a little below the standard next week, of course no one will complain, for they will understand that it is because the editors are slapping things through in an effort to be ready to attend their annual blow-out the following week.

For week after next Kansas editors will gather — at two cents per mile — at Emporia to fraternize, talk shop, feast and have a good time generally. And everybody will be glad the editors are having a high time, and no one will roar because the paper is filled up with boiler-plate and hasn't any news in it. No, no, for nobody ever knocks on the editor.

If there is anybody on earth whose life is one long sweet song, it is the newspaper man. Other folks have their troubles, but the passing days bring to the editor naught but peace, prosperity and joy. No wonder he is always uproariously happy, and when each day's round of gaiety is done, slumbers on his Downy Couch sweetly like A Little Babe.

Day unto day new subscribers crowd into his office and toss their untainted money into his bushel basket, and when his time is up, every old subscriber straightway rusheth upon the editor and demandeth that he accept payment for two years in advance.

Advertisers unite in one swelling chorus, "We must have more space, more space."

Nobody's name is ever left out of the "list of those present" so that he or she or it can get mad about such a thing; no typographical errors ever sneak in to play havoc with the editorial serenity; the Blushing Bride's papa and mama are always delighted beyond measure at the write-up of the wedding and never find a mistake in it or a thing about it with which to find fault; persistent friends simply tax themselves to see that no item of news ever escapes the editor's notice; the press never goes on a strike, and the engine never balks or rears up on its hind legs or gently kicks off the dash-board — nothing ever delays the job-work; no type is ever pied and the editor sets back in an easy chair with his dainty feet on top of the safe wondering what Trouble is and trying to figure out some new place to invest a thousand or two out of the weekly profits.

And so week after next the editors will assemble to facilitate themselves upon the joys of the High Calling in which their superior talents do service of the country and for humanity. And because you love them so well none of you will care to rap what sort of a paper you get during their absence, for you know they will return unto you again — provided they have money enough left to bring them home.

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