The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1876-10-06
WHAT THE WITS SAY.


The Irish team proved unErin' marks
men.-Boston Post. APat remark. T
Ink is advancing in price. Sign your
name while you can do it cheaply.-Free
Press. simHV0 a.Ef EsisaisI aaai aGa
What this country really needs isn't SO
much reform as it is new style of pants
that WON'T bag in the knees. -Roektamd
Courier. = '7sio'.'s '
/ Old Blue Jeans Williams, candidate for
Governor Of Indiana, used to write his
name like the gable end of sawbuck.-
N. 7. Herald. ..
The enterprise Of the Western press IS
such now that man can hardly burst his
galluses at country dance without becomf-i
ing historical.-FfseP Press. sft 10 5grs nt.g
Quoting poetry and repeating Shakes
peare, don't possess half the attractions to-
win wife that a quart oflnwarm roasted
peanuts do.- Wbite1aB Tsmes.15J eusas adj
j THE Gar Of Russia has tolabor along on
a salary Of 90, f6s, 900 per year. or $s5. 900
per day. We don't want TO be acquainted
with any such mar. 0Aio Jossraatl s2s7s'
/ The man who chews up a pen-holder
while pausing to think, will get hold of
t more six-syllable words than the man who
simply sucks his thumb. b.-FFee Pree. 9a /
Hope is said to be the brightest when it
dawns from fears. This is a very beauti-.
full thought but it seldom occurs to man,
who has just got off his wife's new hat,
Asgas.sals9 - gd*gor si 3nt ,EGsi7 gi}s7oo
The editor of the Camden Adoamce is
absent at the Centennial, and the devil die
vides his time between editing the paper
and courting a girlw a seventy-five cent
bustle-Ronae Sentinel. $500 9A5 3a .i@agha
The farmer who sent his son to New
York to become a clerk now writes asking
the merchant whether there is. " anything
in the boy" eyes" replies the merchant,
"iust after he has been to saloon. IN.
Y. Herald 9rs.t a sa 81 au0o obGTsT91---
A visitor at the Centennial inquired what
the various buildings were for, and was
told that one belonged to Massachusetts,,
another to Arkansas, another to New Jer-
sey, and so on, What building is that ~
he asked, pointing to the large one at the
entrance. f., ssThat is the Main building,
sir.' said his informer, just what !
thought exclaimed the visitor. "Pm a
Maine man myself, and I knew she'd beat
the Union.-M r. Graphic.
Summer has faded into the irretrievable
past, foated out Of the gates that never
viii open for its return, gone with its
memories of blossom and bird, and fragrant
hedge and swaying vines, the clink Of the
scYthe down in the meadow, and the whirr
of the reaping machine eating upa farm
hand, but the scent of pennyroyal and the
lump that marks where the last mosquito
stopped for refreshments still linger round
the scenc.---Burlsggton Haaokeye. sts II il
"A West Hill man went out into the
kitchen last night without lamp to wash
his hands, and while groping around for
towel he ran plump into the arms of the
hired girl. ssWhy Maggie he chuckled,
"yeu darling little witch, y and then as he
held her and crowded his mnstache under
her reluctant nose. the lamplighter touched
off lamp on the side street, and py tho
flickering rays that fell through the kitchen
window, the West Hill man nan knew his ywifes''s if'es's
aunt, who is visiting them, He started starte
| for the Black Hills at midnight" sty.,,sy