HIT don't matter much how you look at it, a blacksmith's like to be the strongest feller in any community, and when it comes to free and fancy weight-lifting, general shoe­ing or fixing up things there aint anybody in Pine Ridge can come up to Caleb Weehunt. Uncommon gentle, and slow to get mad, when Caleb's riled up he can do more damage to a fellers teeth than any other ten men we can think of right off hand.

If you should drop in and ask him the road to Cherry Hill, leaf as not he'll pick up the anvil in his right hand and point out the way with it. Henry Widdegren, who lives over Mount Idy way, swears that one time when Caleb busted a hammer he finished a shoeing job by beating out the hot shoes with his fist. We don't take much stock in that story, but we don't know he didn't do it.

Caleb don't make mistakes very often. Only time we can recollect that he got hisself tangled up was when he built our rolling groceries store inside the blacksmith shop and then couldn't get her out through the door. That time he had to tear down a side of the building, but it didn't take him long he got impatience with it and hauled off with a crowbar and basted it a couple of belts, and the whole wall got slung clear acrost the road.

Because he makes good anvil music, sonic fokes figgered Caleb would make a goodern to pound the base drum in the Pine Ridge Band, but it were about like sendin six men to do a job one boy could of handled. Caleb liked the idea right smart, but first time he hit the drum a lick the stick busted right through the drum head, laid a crease acrost the bell of the tuby and like to put Uncle Henry Lunsford to bed permanent from the bump it hit him in the stomick. Caleb has been sent a bill fer the drumstick which aint been located since. He aint paid yet, figurin hit may still turn up.

See underneath the chest­
nut tree
Old Caleb Weehunt
With might and muscle
in his arms . . .

And Horlick's Tablets
in his hand.
For like a million other folk
Who must have good
Old Caleb knows how Hor-
lick's helps
To keep one at one's peak.
It's the nourishment these
tablets hold
That really does the
No other food can satisfy
Or pep you up so quick.

So motorists, huntsmen, of­
fice folk--
And busy housewives,
Don't fail to learn first­
hand the good
That Horlick's Tablets do.

A pocket flask that costs a
And lasts for many days
Will prove a faithful friend
to you
In many, many ways.