The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1874-08-01
WHAT THE WITS SAY.

The Rochester Democratsays 'theftuous,"
which is pretty heftuous for new word.--
Adgertiser.
The last letter that should be written
about the Beecher business-Letter B.
Philadelphia Herald.
And now Sarah Made stays out late o.
nights.-Phssadelphia Herald
IF Mr.. Beecher is innocent, his silence is
foolish. If he is guilty, it is wise.-N. 4.
San.
Would that Beecher and Tilton might
fight it out in q twenty-four foot ring
Boston Globe.
And now it is intimated that Delano will
presently resign. Well, nobody is holding
| him.-Pittsburg Consnsercios.
The Cincinnati Enquirer thinks Matt
| Carpenter should have proposed law pro-
hibiting hotel registers.
Not thing to make light of-Ihe
| Beecher standardization Courier.
| We have Jewell of a Postmaster Gen.
| eral now Washington Chronicle.
By the way-but never mind. Doctor
| Mary Walker has as much right to hind
| pocket as any of us.-Detroit Free Press.
The atrocious punster of the Terre Haute
l
Smith.-iSt. Louis Journal.
The latest telegram states that Mexico is
| at peace. The dispatch was dated at
O'Clock a. M. Considerable anxiety is man.
| ifested to know the condition of affairs at
half past nine.-Brooklyn Argus.
AS soon as the Brooklyn scandal is over,
we must clean house. The weatheris warm
| for scrubbing and whitewashing, but the
work will have to be done.-Kingsto. Free
man. ..ss. ..
The Cincinnati Enquirer says: Every
time Tilton opens his mouth, he puts his
| foot in it.'' If our friend Of the Enquirer
could see Tilton's foot, we are sure he
wouldn't say so.--BrookIyn Argus.
Two rival Modocs indulged in a rough
and tumble fight in front Of our Office on
Thursday midnight. A nose, piece of an
ear, three thumbs and an eye-ball are in
our counting room awaiting claimants
Daabury Neaos.
| "Sad thing to lose your wife," said a
| friend to Vermonter, who stood at the
grave of his wife. "Well, tolerably sad.'
replied the mourner, "but, then, her clothes
| Just fit my oldest girl. ."-Detroit Free Press.
/ Chronicle, "for ones country to die." It
4
ness some years ago when your country and
all your neighbors wanted you to do it
| C0Urier-,Jour7adS.
The Brooklyn Argus says that Rev. DR..
Talmage receives forty thousand letters in
a year. He finds time to answer one thou
sand. That reminds the E1press of man
who received ten letters day, and only
answered three of them. The three were
love letters, and the balance duns. s.-Isrre
Haute Ecpress.
cit is said that Brick Pomeroy is work.
ing on salary" We can't see how it is
possible for him to subsist on a salary
unless they pay him three times as much as
he is worth and his mother-in-law accepts
his Christian example as full compensation
for his Courier-Jossrna1.
Miss Emma Washbowl, an amiable, quiet,
sweet tempered citizeness of Denver, got
mad the other day and threatened to just
"knock the day lights /" out of her next
door neighbor, Mrs. Gillian. And we can't
help thinking what novel spectacle Mrs.
Gillian would present without any "day-
lights. God. Register.
"Ah, see how the sun is gliding yon
distant Sails" remarked Matilda Jane to
John Alfred, as the steamer OH which they
were passengers was nearing the port Of
Milwaukee. "Alas!" quoth John Alfred,
gazing in the direction indicated by his
sweet companion, "that's only Milwaukee
street, and them things you see is ears
Louisville ConrSer-JourRGJ.