Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1877-11-20
Pickings from the Photographers.

NorristoWn Herald: An insane in
quiry: when man is rooted to the
spot" by fear, does he branch out before
he leaves?
Capital: John Morrisey is sick and
able to eat nothing but porter-house
steak, better donelthan usual. He huns
in bed There's land that is Faro than
this.
NeD Orleans City Item "a matrimo-
NAL victim wishes he could have fol-
lowed Henry VIII. In his plan of court
ing-by marrying wife first and axing
her afterward."
NeW York Herald: A Boston young
man going along the street last Monday
saw pair of shoes hanging to a clothes
line. He Immediately exclaimed, "Cut
her down! cut her down! Here is
Lydia Thompson committing suicide"
Philadelphia Chronicle: Conkling
calls the Secretary of State Little Ev-
arts" Well, what of it if he is little?
Can't a little mule kick a senator as
hard as big one?
Boston Advertiser Is there much
blasted Tyre? Or is one cymbal of the
other? Musical folks will be able to
guitar good idea of the subject at once.
Each one is expected to answer accord
ion to his views, as concertina case like
this is not looked for, but we hope they
will not spinet out too long.
I'LL wish were you about two hours"
she said with great tenderness. "And
why, my DEAR" he asked with consid-
cradle interest. Because" she said,
toying affectienately with his watch
chain, because then would buy my
wife new set of furs.'
Detroit Free Press "a physician of
this city entertained a few guests the
other evening. He is the father of a
very bright boy, five years old, and pre-
cocious beyond his years. The father
discanted on the boys knowledge of
anatomy and his familiarity with Latin
terms. Bringing skull into the room,
the father Intercepted the son as to
the Latin names of the various sections
of the skull, receiving prompt answers,
greatly to the wonder of the guests
After this had been gone through with,
the father was startled by question
from the son. who asked: "Did you
kill him, father? pointing to the skull"
asked his master, Calimachus, one
morning when they were taking their
mornings morning down near the Tenn
pie of HephRstus, 'Erastothenes, why
is the-,just little more dash of the bit
tiers, Johnny-why is the breakdown
of the Ptolemies like this obelisk of Ra-
meses ?" us it anything" asked Eras-
tothenes, watching the man behind the
counter slice the lemon, sis it anything
about putting up stove?'' NO" was
the reply. 'Is it anything about nei-
ther OF them being able to climb tree ~
No" "Then," said the philosopher,
81; give it up" Because" said the
poet, sit is Cleopatra's kneadle." And
then these two great men looked long
and silently into their glasses, and stir
red them in an distracted manner, until
Callimachus remarked, "Well, here's
at your; and they leaned back their
heads, with gurgling sound, while the
fragrant breath of a lemon-peel floated
off on the morning air like a dream of
the tropics. The world is not what it |
used to be.
Boston Traveller "What no, there!"
said Queen Elizabeth to the yeoman of
the guard. "What no, without v'-
"There is no hoe there, your Majesty"
observed Sir Walter Raleigh, bowling
with an exquisite courtly grace. "Be-
shrew thine insolence, saucy knave,u
responded the Virgin Queen "and yet
| do bethink me thou saidst truly. No
hoe, indeed, but sad rake fear me-"
And she graciously extended her royal
hand to the knight in token that she
had ottaken his jest amiss. This little
circumstance is not mentioned in some
of the histories.