That ottomobile of Hon. Horse W. Snow are a 7 passenger car. Therefore it do not act surprised when 10 persons of sorted sizes gets into it. Thusly, it look last Satday morning by early a. m. when Hon. Ottomobile give hoots similar to martyrs about to enjoy break down. Included among those getting in was Mrs & Mr Horse W. Snow & 2 twins; Mr & Mrs Hamlet J. Dilk & 2 yrs. old Arthur; Togo & food; Ethel & Albert, lovely young folks who look at each other with fiancee expression. Honks by Hon. Otto. Hon. Horse W. Snow, who was at the wheel pushing gasolene, say, “I have look forwards to this day for joyful time.” “We shall have delightful picnic,” renig Mrs Horse W. “Togo, why are you so unintellectual as to carry pie with its head downwards?” “This are delightful day to find Nature at home,” say Hon. Horse W. with happy smiling. “It are,” derange Hon. Mrs. “Horse, why you insist on wheeling through so many bumps that my elbows shake loose?” “Let us go to Buttermilk Falls where moss is there,” snuggest Hon. Dilk. “Buttermilk Falls are full of disgust,” report Hon. Mrs Dilk. They would doubtlessly enjoyed some more quarrel, but they were discontinued by rumpage in their midst where Hons. Ederick & Frederick was making slaps to Hon. Dilk baby, age 2. Weeps. Everybody wish go somewhere else. Ethel wish go Lover’s Leap. Albert require go Altoona Vista. Hon. Mrs Snow demand go Trolley View Park. I wish go home, but everybody was careless to ask my requirements. But Hon. Snow, who was driving ottomobile, took us to Morning Glory Glenn, because nobody wish go there. Morning Glory Glenn were nice landscape resembling some photos of Nature I have seen. It include wooden trees, a wet brook, considerable wasps & other outdoor symptoms. “Togo,” say Hon. Snow with boss expression, “I shall attend to all the hard work of this picnic if you fetch 8 buckets water, cut down 11 trees, make Dutch oven by piling stones, put baby to sleep, watch twins and bake potatus.” “This are very restful spot,” report Hon. Ethel. I did not notice it. Nature look like any other kitchen to me, except there was more room to get tired in. In the immediate meanwhile all that picnic were unfastening lunching basket and enjoying many unpleasant things about him. “Who spilled mustard in angel cake?” require Hon. Snow looking like a jury. “Togo,” report Hon. Mrs Snow peevly. I say nothing by chopping wood. “Who broke 17 eggs & forgot to bring butter while doing so?” approach Hon. Ethel with finacee eyebrows. “Togo,” snuggest Hon. Albert with engaged expression. I carry silent firewood to blazes. Hon. Mrs Dilk spread down tablecloth of Turkish redness & make him look good housekeeping by putting plates, pickles, ham & saucers on him. “It are going to rain!” report all together like chorus girls. “I are to blame for that also,” I acknowledge. All seem pleased to hear my crime, yet no intellectual reply.