The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-04-24
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DA3ASJ SNOAo
months ago, has escaped from jail.
A Chicago undertaken advertises the
most comfortable front wagon" in the
country. A touching compliment to
the feelings of the corpse.
The match game of base ball played
at Fort Sanders on Saturday afternoon
between the Luhn nine and the Post
nine resulted in the defeat of the Post
nine by a score of 20 to 81.
There is a strong emigration move
ment in Boston, Lynn, Haverhill and
other eastern Massachusetts cities and
towns among those who wish to seek
their fortunes in the Black Hills.
A limburger cheese factory at Great
Bend, Penn, was struck by lighting
the other night and entirely destroyed.
Another proof that the victory is not
always with the strong.
"How shall we train our girls2" asks
an exchange. Train 'em with about
twenty yards Of black silk, if you want
to please your girls. A silk velvet
train would also make lem happy
Norristotrn Herald.
Gentleman, by request of lady-Con-
ductor, put this lady off at the next
corner. Police new conductor-'Xcuse
me, sir; seem no occasion for proceed
in to Extremes.
Catechism under difficulties Free
Kirk Elder preparatory to presenting a
tract, my friend, do you know the
chief end of MANI" Piper Qnnocently).
INA, 1 dinna mind the chune; a ye
no whustle it?"
Where do you expect to go to when
you die, young man9'' said a minister,
sternly, to an ungodly scoffer. Il ex-
pect." was the reply, ito the grave,
but the chances are that I'll pull up in
some medicsl college or other"
An exchange tells of a girl out west
who broke off the engagement because
the fellow was so bandy-legged that she
couldn't sit in his lap. She acted too
hastily. She should have remembered
that a friend in-kneed is a friend indeed.
Puck.
She leaned her fair, blonde head fond
ly upon his shoulder, and after she had
left in his pocket to see if he had a new
silk handkerchief, she whispered, "Wil
you love me always?" ''Yes, always"
what, ~always2" "Well, almost al
ways''.
Oftentimes the loaves and fishes fall
into the hands of loafers and suckers
Whitehall Times. You speak of those
fellows who stand upon the corners
bass-king in the sunshine, whose very
shadows are not worth looking upon.
The ceremony of baptism byimmersion
was celebrated in Texas the other day,
and when the fourteen candidates walk
ed down to the water fifteen r~evolvers
deposited on the bank of the stream,
that Of the preacher making the
fifteenth.
A wit characterizes the preaching of
the canons of st. Paul's, London, as
follows: 'Canon Gregory can read his
sermons, but can't write them; Canon
Lightfoot can write his sermons, but
can't read them; Canon Liddon can do
both, and Bishop Claughton' can do
neither"
The Grow agent, Maj. Keller, is of
the opinion, says the Bozeman (Mon.)
Courier, that the recent horse stealing
raid at Saltwater was perpetrated by
white men, and that the Yellowstone
country is infested by an organized
gang of de~speradoes who will not scruple
to commit any h%igh-handed and lawless
act.
The New-England methodist con-
ference reports 81, 06s members, a de-
crease of 1852; GIG probationers, a de.
crease of 1858; lat local preachers, a
decrease of 81; $40 baptisms of adults,
a decrease of 637;229 Sunday. schools, a
decrease of 3, and 81 $3.50 scholars n de-
crease of $50. There is also a decrease
in most of the collections.
Cham, the French caricaturist, in
n of his recent sketches, represents
two painters, pencil IN hand, discuss
ing a figure on canvass, which only
lacks a head. ut is the portrait of u
minister" says one. "Yes," adds the
second, ''but they change so often that
l have not the time to catch the facial
expression"
Mike Hines, who recently escaped
from his guard at the Sisters Hospital
Deadwood, was yesterday re-arrested at
Lead City. He walked into a saloon
there and was Immediately nabbed by
the deputy sheriff of Lead. If he really
wanted to get away, it looks as though
he had been suffering from softening OF
the brain or he would not have gone
into Lead City,.
A short time ago a little boy went
with his father to see a colt. He pat
ted the colts head and made quite a
fuss wei it, until finally the stableman
told him to be careful that the colt did
not turn round and kick him. When
the little chap went home his mother
asked him what he thought about the
colt. II like him pretty WE'LL" was the
q, front lint