Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 133, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 June 1919 — LEN GRIGGS LOSES TITLE AS TUTEUR FORGES TO FORE. [ARTICLE]

LEN GRIGGS LOSES TITLE AS TUTEUR FORGES TO FORE.

When dealing out the Croix de Guerres, the Distinguished Service medals, the Legion. of Honor, the Italian war cross and a few more crosses and' other denominations, j ust take one of each, tie them in a bundle and ship them, charges prepaid, to Herman B. Tuteur, Rensselaer’s dandy little dry-cleaner. Old Mother Goose, or some other dame who didn’t have much to do, once in a flight of fancy told a guy named Jack, who grew on a beanstalk, which bShnstalk grew so rapidly that it scraped the heavenes. But Old Mather Goose, with all her creative powers of imagination, is sadly outdistanced by the modern day grass which grows on the lawn of the Tuteur domain on McKinley avenue. “Boob” has a crop of grass which does nothing but grow. Kansas sunflowers are a huge sort of a joke When compared with the grass which is the property of Mr. Tuteur. Ever since the last flake of snow of winter has disappeared before the warmer .rays of the April sun, the aubum-thatched boy has done nothing but mow, mow, mow. His is a perpetual position and naught but descending winter can save him from utter rout and defeat. Gamely, grimly and with super-determination, the young man is battling the superhuman task confronting him, and each spare moment finds him hitched to 'his Bartlett Special exercising his grass-mowing proclivities. By the time he 'has finished clipping one side of 'his tract, the other side is again prepared to give him a tussle. Such a discouraging outlook never faced any human being before and Herman has Sidney Hatch looking like an Arkansas traveler as a marathoner. Naturally, something ‘had to weaken in this perpetual struggle. It wasn’t the grass; it wasn’t “Boob;” it was the lawn mower handle. The handle repaired, Mr. Tuteur found himself further behind than ever, the unsympathetic grass simply refusing to stop growing. But the young man was not to be denied and again set out on the unequal fight, which he is continuing day by day with no signs of abating strength. The grass refuses to yield before his iniaddeYied onslaught and from the spectator s point of view it seems that nature is to be the ultimate vibtor. The ground is fertile, Ibhe rains many and the sun friendly. What chance has mere man against such elements? The ground where Mr. Tuteur s grass does its growing is the same hallowed ground on which Brother Arthur Tuteur won such renown as a producer of roasting ears, which amazed the entire populace some few years ago. Len Griggs can’t mow grass.