The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1874-04-30
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Elder Knapp, speaks Of incidents "in
the early history Of the corpse" ~
There are eight thousand daught.
ers Of Rebeccs in Illinois, but Mrs.
Marroxtat wants to see Rebeecs before
she believes il. x>.ss>y .~.4-
Are you 4 burglar, sir7 1fso, do
not come in, IS I am Ill alone" said .
somerVille, Mass, servant sirl, when =
man called the other day.
Jones says he always makes up
bis mind regarding the length and
beauty Of bis tail, for its well.attest.
ed: fact that "slls vol that ends well.S
The following is the latest epihph:
Here lies inferred Priscills Bird,
Who sang on sarth till sixty-two
Now, up on high, above the sky,
No doubt she sings like sixty, too.
Temperance gent (to intoxicated
barber): "Bad thing for shaving,
whisky" Barber-'fYes, sab. It
makes the:skin kind Of tender; bat I
will take great care, sah."
.-Aost-"Just another wee dap
fore you Co."
Guest-''Na, d, AL TAX nae mair !!
I'm in . new login', and I'm no vera
weel acquainted vi the stair r. T
Aunt BiddJ-"How old should I
take Miss MacWheedls to be, is it,
Well, my dear, ! should say she'll new
or see thirty.dve again-no, not if she
lived to be as old Is Methooselum r.
-"Did you execute this instruments
without fear or oompulsion from your
husband 7" blandly asked the Judge,
OF a vile who had signed . deedl
"Fear! Compuleion ! He. oompel me!
You don't know me, Judge" "
-Simpeon-Brown has failed.
.Jones-Has be, indeedl Well I'm
glad of it. He's worked hard for =
good many years, and it's tine he BE-.
gan To lay off and take things ea.Y.
I suppose be viii set up /. c.rri.ge
now, won't he?
"A small boy arose At q Sunday
school concert and began quite glibIy:
"a certain man went dawn from Je.
rusalem to Jericho, and fell-and fell
-" (here his memory began to fail
him,) "aud-and-fell by the road
side, aud the thorss sprane up and
ehoked him"
III fear" said Z country minister
to his flock, "when explained to you
in my last charity sermon that philan.
thropy was the love of our tspeoies,'
you must have understood me to say
Specie which may account for the
smallness of the collection"
When Arthur was very small
boy, his mother reprimanded him ono
day for some misdemeanor. Not know.
ing it, his father began to talk to him
on the same subject. Looking up in
bis face, Arthur said solemnly, "My
mother has tended to me-"
Mrs. De Billyngss.it (who has
unexpectedly come into = little prop.
erty, and has been having some high
words with an old friend)-"Look you
ere, young woman, if it wasn't for me
'aying become lady, I'd gi' you sioh
! 'iding As you never 'ad in your life
betore''
-"Wife, what has become of the
erapes?'' II suppose, my dear, the
hens picked them of" was tho bland
reply. "Hens-hens-sonve two.leg.
ged hens, I guess" said her husband
With some impetuosity !; to which she
firmly replied, my dear, did you ever
see any other kind"
-"sambo, where did you get the
watch you wore to church last Sun
d.y2" claws, m.ss., how you know
! had . watch 7" "Why, I saw the
chain hanging ont Of your pocket in
front" "Oh, g'way, m.ss.! s'pose
you see haltor round my neck, would
you fink dere was q horse inside OBJ
me 2"
Bob 1ongley (with modest fervof1
10, Jack! o for a voman's, love!
0 for a e.hsarted wom.n once, onee
in ones life, to. throw her arms round
ones neck, and tell one she loves
one !"
/ Little Jack Horner-ffAhlif if yon'd
had as much Of that kind Of thing is I
have, old man, you'd be precious tired