The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-08-09
PERSONAL AND PARTICULAR.

PERSONAL AND PARTICULAR.
This year is walk year, next year will
he leap year.
A gentleman who went fishing in
New Jersey the other day says he never
knew before how much profanity a
mosquito would stand without blush,
ing.
How strong is the scent of an onion,
When it grows in its native heath,
But OIL just imagine its favor,
When it clings TO a maiden's breath.
When a boy is as sick as death on
Sunday morning about school time,
you may rest assured that there's no.
thing going on in the way of Sunday
school entertainments.
An exchange speaks of a sssad drown.
ing accident This is perfectly pro-
per and correct. A 'sgay refreshing,
rapturous, beatific drowning accident
wouldn't sound exactly right.
The girl who attracts SO much atten-
tion in ent ering a church won't make
a startling appearance going into heaven
minus her back hair, and with her
false teeth at home in a trunk.
Thomas X. Beecher asks. ssHave you
ever amused yourself with the whirl of
water sucking down through the 'waste'
of a bath tub?'' We never have,
Thomas. During these days we are
satisfied to amuse ourself with the
whirl of lemonade sucking up through
a straw.
Edison has commenced to invent
sit down, boys, sit down-a new way
of keeping track of the days in the
week so that when Friday night comes
it jumps owe to Sunday and a man
needn't pay his board in a thousand
years unless he wants to. And we fear
he don't.
A rural gentleman who toiled wear
lily up town in New York expecting to
find a menagerie or aquarium at what
was advertised as Headquarters of
the Toxophilite," informed the partner
Of his joys on his return that ''there
wasn't n show there nohow, nuthin'
but a burned lot of bows and arrers.o
A boy on Main street went home the
other evening with his shirt split ''from
the cradle to the grave" and assured
his mother that he had not beer in
swimming. She spun him round on
his ear for a moment remarking:
The hand that rocks the cradle,
Is the arm that moves the whirled.
There are certain logical conclusions
in this life which are irresistible. For
instance, when we meet a man on a
moonlight night with a quantity Of
white substance on the lapael of his coat,
WE come to the conclusion that he is
either a miller or just returned from an
evening call. The logic of the con-
clusion depends upon the correctness of
the surmise.
One of the busiest men in Newport
is Mr.. George Bancroft. the we'll
known writer. He is an early riser,
and his pair of stenographers are oblig-
ed to be at his cottage upon the cliffs
Don after 8 O'Clock every day. The
eleventh volume of his "History of the
United States" will be sent to the prin-
tiers next winter, and this will take the
great work up to the year 1890.
with his usual frankness,n says
The London Saturday Reuieuc, prince
Bismark declares that he belongs to no
party, and never has belonged to any.
What he has always looked for is not a
party to which to belong, but a party
which would belong to him. His sim
pie view is that he is the p~atentee of
the German empire, and that no one
but himself knows how to work his
patent"
ONE is SOMETIMES WORTH TWO.
His optic was red as the sky in the
west,
When the rubescent sui sinks slowly
to rest;
And softly he murmured, while heav-
ing a sigh,
ga sly on the farm is worth two in the
eye"
His friend gazed upon him with on
der and fear,
And, raising his hand, smote him on
his large ear;
The fiend calmly took it and smilingly
said,
"a cuff on the wrist is worth two on
the head
His friend again raised his right hand
up on high,
Resolving to cuff that arch fiend on his
sty,
BuUhe suddenly lodged and bewitch-
inly said,
GA man-shun on earth is worth two
overhead"