Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1874-01-11
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Cincinnati has garroters who disturb
belated pedestrians.
In order to convince the doubling by
ISLANDERS that he was not drunk, Nash
vile man stood on his head on saloon
counter, a few nights since.
OF man who married his fifth wife, the
Boston TrarelIer says: "No one can say
that he is not laying up his treasures In
heaven"
professor, will you have a cigar?" said a
man in the office of a Boston hotel, and
nineteen men stood up and replied: "Thank
you; don't care if / do."--Erchdnge.
every pleasure has pang. A belle of
Lancaster, Pennsylvania, broke her arm the
other day while in the act of gracefully
turning the infatuating somersault." SIN
fa:uating somersault" is good.
\ New Hampshire farmers wife fell into
well, and it was four days before he
missed her and made search. He SAID he
thought the house unusually quiet, but he
didn't know what made it so.-ErchGIge.
The Boston Globe talks about ''hand-
some weather" Whereupon the Troy
V-hig suggests that 'sif that young man
wouldn't be thinking of his girl all the
time when he is butchering adjectives he
would make gOoc writer.
We learn from Jackson, Tenn. paper
that the bride in a little matrimonial arrange
ment which occurred there recently was
zone of the fairest cypress blossoms that
ever budded on the tortuous banks of the
naples Forked Deer" We should feel
proud to be even "folder" in that nevis
paper Office.
The old friend referred to in the follow
ing clipping, was evidently a sensible old
body: Daughter of the house Ito priyi-
legged old friend of the family: 'Dear Mr..
Lupus, you don't seem to be enjoying your
self l should like to have you waltz this
once with me-" Privileged Old Friend:
"My dear child, l don't dance; but, if it
suits you, wouldn't mind sitting here
with my arm around your waist, while the
others are making themselves dizzy"
This paragraph is going the rounds: A
young man who belongs to a club where
euchre is the principal intellectual study,
took a young lady to church the other Sun
day evening and fell into a gentle doze be-
fore the minister had reached his '.thirdly.
He cannot explain exactly how it happen
ed, but Just as the reverend gentleman said
something about the E1last trump" the
young man earnestly calculated, 'I'll 60 it
alonew The young lady says the next
time he can ''go it alone" for she won't go
with him.
i correspondent of the ATcddidR says:
''Y on should see Madame Nilsson in the
domestic circles. See had the most Won
derful faculty of ingratiating herself with
children. She will get down on the floor
among them, enter into all theiI fun and
infantile architecture, and then precipitate
them into ecStacieS by whistling for them,
and she whistles like flute or nightin-
gale, or playing the violin. 1t is really
wonderful to hear her whistle; no one ever
could do it better. There is nothing she is
fOnder of than good romp with lot of
lively children; she makes them all infat-
uated with her in less than minute, and
she kicks up more noise than an eight
horsepower school girl"
4 crOSS-eyed man cast a gloom over a
Detroit street car last wednesday by ad-
dressing one of the seven men and strang-
| els on the opposite seat, ''if he had any
chewing tobacco handy" First the seven
strangers looked at each other. Then the
seven hands went pOcketward, and, upon
observing this motion, each of the seven
supposed his neighbOr the one spoken to,
| and the seven hands returned empty. The
croSS-eyed man cast a ricOchet glance of in
dignstiOI along the line, and with the re-
mark, "a sweet scented lot Of generous
ROSTERS took a chew of his own tobacco.
-CIeUeIdRd Voice.
i Frankfort, KY, belle lost one of her
curls Christmas night, and she advertised
it ia the YeondR the next day, as she is a
ve-y practical girl, and knows that curls
cost money. The local poet read the adj
vertisemeut, and, after having muSsed up
lis own raven treSSeS, wrote this:
Was it the ghost OF a beautiful girl,
Fading away from the sun,
That ont of H. binding OF amber and pearl
Lost in the morning a nght-brOwn curl,
just aS the night was done?
Lured by the glow Of the Christ-night moon,
Game she out of her crypt,
To paJyer the street in her crystal shOOn.
Where the spars OF frost like the dews OF June
Lay over the way she uipt?
Was it tine ghost Of girl that died,
Ripe for the sphere OF wife,
just a. the blOOm-Of the oranges sighed
To hide in the hair of the brown-curled bride:
Nhiten and freshen her lie?
Whoever shall find it, that light-bTOwn curl,
At the break Of the ChTist-day lost,
With moon in its amber and frost IN its pearl,
Must % 10 the grave ola beautiful girl,
And ask for a brOwn-haired ghost.
If the girl had lost her entire wiz his
poem would have been much longer.