The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1874-02-25
Gossip and Gleanings..

GOSSlp ana GleanlngS..
''Hollo, Spicer! what are you up to now?'
''Up to my knees in mud" was the reply.
Defaulters are more elegantly called Shy
pothecaries."
''Praying costumes are advertised by
fashionable modiste in Paris.
| GAS beautiful as bust in hair dresser's
window" is reporters description of
Richmond bride.
Detroit Free Press: They have just dis
| covered that cred rum spells ''murder' if
the word murderss is spelled backwards.
| The Indians have invented a new process
of scalping, and not even baid-headed man
is safe.
A friend informs us that notwithstanding
the severity OF the weather and depth Of
snow he saw acowslp in the open air yester-
day. The COW was on the ice.
"What is heavens best gift to mana' ask
! ed a young lady on Essex street, Sunday
night, smiling sweetly on pleasant looking
clerk. "a hoss,' rplied the young man,
with great prudence.-Danbury Ne,cs.
''Napkins, sir! napkins!' roared Green
Bay landloard ''no, sir, we haven't got any !;
but if you want to wipe you nose I'll lend you
my handkerchiefr'
The cemetery pond is the most popular in
this vicinity. Here of clear night, and
amid the solemn memories which cluster
abouj the spot, the amateur skater strikes ON
the back OF bis head, and swears like pirate.
Ddnbury Ne,cs.
A Kentucky farmer went to Cincinnati the
other day and bought Jug cf whiskey, and,
when he got Eome, he found that the whiskey
had been poured out and the jug filed with
water. Thus, by an interposition of Pro,i:
dence as mysterious as it was benign and
merciful, the poor mans life was saved.
Some one has got hold of the newspaper
bore and set him to music as follows:
He drops into my easy chair,
An asks about the news;
He peers into my manuscript
And gives his candid views;
He tells me where he likes the line,
And where he's forced to grieve,
He takes the strangest liberties,
But never takes his leave!'
SIS Pat Flanagan aboard this ship?" said
Lord Nelson, during temporary lull in the
battle of the Nile. He is, your Lordsh;p,"
said Mr. Flanagan, touching his cap" ''Then
lo<< &, osv 1rox Il
miral.
P.S.-This story is told exclusively by Mr..
Flanagan.
A private secretary of public man was re-
Gently ordered to send letter to an office
seeker, offering him a position. 1. was
couched in these words: ''You are marked
down for position in the Custom House, as
your well-known rapacity demands" The
scribe had written an for c.
A teacher was explaining to her class the
word concerning Gods angels. ministers
of his who do his pleasure" and asked,
''How do the angels carry out Gods will"
Many answers followed.
OHc Sdlu, Lucy w IL u'rtcGiy.
Another, ''They do it with all their heart"
A third, "They do it WE'LL"
And, after pause, quiet little girl added,
''They do it without asking any questions"
At very successful seance in Cincinnati
the other nigh. man burst into tears when
the medium described very accurately a tall,
blue-eyed spirit standing by him, with light
side-whiskers and his hair parted in the N i'd
die. "Do you know him?' inquil ed a man
at his side in sympathetic whisper, .Ilno,v
him9 guess 1 do,' replied the unh. .ppy
man, wiping his eyes. ''He was engage to
my wife. If he hadn't died he would b ave
been her husband instead of me- Oh, Geol ge,
George" he murmured, in voice chok ed
with emotion, "why did you peg outr'
In Cooperstown they tell about an English
joker who dined with Fenimore Cooper before
he died in 1851. Cooper was then the most
conspicuous man in the little town which
nestes at the foot of high mountain, and
reposes on the shores of Seneca lake. One
day, while Mr.. Cooper was dining the Eng
lishman, he poured out some native wine
wine from grapes raised in his own garden.
Taking up glass and looking through it with
pride, Cooper remarked sNow, Mr.. Ssebbins,
| call this good honest wine" Eyes Mr..
Cooper, agree with you; it Is honest VINE
poor, but honest.'" Mr.. Cooper went on
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