The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1878-03-20
ALL SORTS.

Now is the time for the little boy to start
FOR Sunday-school In the bright, beautiful
morning, and fall out Of n neighbor's apple
Tree before the church-bell rings.
Five thousand broom-haniles O day are
made in Shiocton, Wis: and the married
male Shioctoner neyerSiays out atnight later
than nine O'Clock.
Homes the la for boys" said a stern
parent to his son, who wa fond of goin oIt
at night. That's just What / think .si u
you drive me of TO school every morning,'
said the son.
A French chemist makes pills on which tn
name and dose are legibly printed. SO ihs
man who takes them not only gets an e,!.ui
medicine, but also swallows a great deal Of
valuable information.
A man in Los Angeles, Cal, has q tomato.
vine twenty-five feet high; and the bard VIC
sang: Beneath the tail tomato trd, Id
swing the glittering hoe WAS no sloucii, if
he did have fits of inspiration.
A contemporary asks: 'what ar stree,
lamps for ?" The man who doesn't know
what a street lamp is for, is hsrilyft to mould
public opinion. Street lamps are for weary
young men to recline against at midn ghf,
when they forget the way home.
most worthy man, unaccustomed to public
speaking, being suddenly called upon T. adj
dress n Sunday school, rose to his feet, aud,
after vainly struggling for uttenince, at last
hoarsely muttered, Dear children, don't ever
play with powder"
A man, anxious to protect himself from the
frequent aud annoying visits of travelling
agents, has put a fire insuranceplate over lie
door of his house, a sewing machine in 'As
GO VaInuu N 80 .ra.lf,. n.A.ls-. -
porch, n patent hat rack in the hall and q
lightning rod on the roof.
An oldwoman was asked what she thought
OF one of herneighbors of thename of Jones.
and with a knowing look replied, "why. I
don't like tosaynnything about myneighGors.
but, rs to Mr.. Jones, sometimes / think, and
then again l don't know; but, after ali, |
rather guess he'll turn out TO be a good deal
such n sort of a .man as l take him to be-"
A woman is far more sensitive than q man.
81 has finer feeling and a more delicute
mind. There are very few men who can lie.
alize this, and in consequence women is made
TO endure much unnecessary suffering. Ore
OF our merchants was going to church with
his wife, Sunday morning, when she suddenly
stopped and put her hand to her head,
One of the midshipmen from the United
StatesfrigateC Constellation, at Newport, is par.
ticularly bashful. On being introduced TO one
of the bellies of the day he seemed TO think it
necessary to apologize for SO astounding o
piece Of presumption, and modestlystammer.
ed, 81 beg your pardon, Miss = ii is not my
fault; but, ah! the captain ordered me to ask
you to dance"
One OF those excrescences on life-a female
slanderer-went into q neighbours house the
other morning with her tongue loaded with
new venom. There were several women
present, and the slanderer's eye glistened in
anticipation. Throwing herself in q chair size
sighed and said: ''one half the world don't
know how the other half lives" that amt
your fault" quietly observed one of the
company. The slanderer turned yellow
Ddn6Hry Netcs.
It is related of the Hon. p. F. Moore, stle
father of the Bar of North Carolina, that
when Mr.. Clay visited that State he was
selected to deliver the welcoming address to
hat statesman. BE exerted himself in its
preparation he called on a friend, NJ,
Simmons, in order to read it to him. 'Woll
aid Simmons ironically Il suppose yu1Ui.h
me to ~criticise and correct, being an educated
and scholarly NAM M that" replied Mr..
Moore, but TO sse how it will strike the vul.
garmind.'
What's the matter r he asked, startled
by the look on her face.
"Oh! l have got on my brown hat !"
Eth p CALCULATED the astonished man.
She burst into tears.
why Martha, what is the matter with
you p he demanded
Don't you see what's the matter?' she
returned in n sobbing voice, give got ON my
brown hat, with my striped silk.
Oh, what will people say" And the teais
started afresh.
he Rngrily muttered:
Come along,syou lunkhead. - Dania'rs
Mars.