The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1874-01-31
NEWSPAPER DEc1sioss:
EVE-ANGELICAL CORNER.

"I hate to die--I want to wear my blue
redingote to Mrs. Georges party" were the
dying words of the belle of Kansas City.
A young lady of Logansport recently sent
a young man four quarts of butternuts
as a token Of acknowledgement for having
saved her from drowning.
A Cincinnati matron says there is not q
fashionable girl in that city but would rather
stay away from church than be seen wearing
pair of single-button gloves.
"Does one woman in fifty" asks an ex-
change, .'fil1 the lower half of her lungs
with air?" The question, itstrikes us, is an
impudent one. Who's doing this filling,
anyhow
Goodbye, you old scolding red-headed
heathen," wrote a Dubuque man to his wife
the last thing before suiciding. She says
she'd like to have got hold of him for about
one York minute.
An undecided fellow courted lady for
twenty-eight years and then married her.
She turned out perfect virago, but died in
two years after the wedding. "Now,"
said he, in self-congratulating tone, "see
what have escaped by a long courtship."
Last week, in Ohio, young lady died
from what round-headed old doctor said
was "heart klot or embyolism of the main
| flue Of the heart" but she revived in an
hour, and it was found had been temporarily
choked by chew of gum which she had
| swallowed.
| ~ don't like these Shoes" said lady
customer "becallse the soles are too thick"
Is that the only objection % blandly asked
the salesman. eyes," was the reply.
"Then madam, if you take the shoes, can
assure you that that objection will gradually
wear away"
| A ST. Louis lover gave up match with q
| $50, 900 heiress because she objected to
smoking So states Az exchange. Another
adds:
THE maid, as by the papers doth appear,
| Whom fifty Thousand dollars made dear.
| To test Lotharios passion simply said,
| 'Forego the weed before we go to we'd:
For smoke take flame; I'll be that flames bright fanner
To have your Anna give up your Havana
But he, when thus she brought him to the scratch,
Lit his cigar and threw away his MATCH
CONFIDENTIAL
Dear Norah, I'm dying to tell you,
What very few people yet know
| At Christmas there'll be grand wedding,
And shall make one of the show!
I'l send you a card in due season,
/ The envelope of which. you will fad,
IN the poin: where the corner folds down,
Has an L and G insertwined.
I've ordered my bonnet from Burton's
marvel of beauty and grace.
The shape-well, needn't describe it.
'Tis lost amidst feathers and lace.
| Which left that beeagured old city
| In time to escape the blockade
With boots of the dantiest satin
As white as the pnrest of snow,
rosette the size of saucer,
| An inch from the tip of each toe.
I'd nearly forgotten to mention,
The name of the man I'm to wed:
think it is Gibson or Gibbons,
Just now I can't tell which he said.
Papa says "hcs rich as old Croesus,''
tWho he is, I'm sure can't ttlD
4 Has stud of a dozen fine horses,
D With which shall cut such swell
! He's not over young nor yet handsome ;
S Nor graceful as Billy Mahan-
: Bnt then you remember the adage
About the "od brass and new pam
Au reuoir, my dear Norah. till Christmas
Come early, in season to sec
The bundles of things can't mention;
We start for the church at "sharp three
Y --Ladys Journal.