Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1879-05-05
ODD ENDS.

JuHge not, lest ye DC shotIlChl-
eago Times.
Cant is coming at the rate of sixty
smiles per da y.-lNew York Express.
Pride goeth before a fall, but a great
deal of bad language cometh alter
LSan Francisco Wasp.
1t is dangerous to ask a woman idle
questions when she is adding up a gro
Gerry bill.-LNew York Star.
Some people are so constituted as to
be unable to see anything beautiful in
this life mot even in aTirror.-[Bos
ton Transcript.
The man who sits down on q bent
pin may rot remark that he has felt
that pin-afore, but he certainly per-
forms a comic hopperyI[Bradfor
Era.
1t is a good suggestion that a negro
minstrel blacks ais face in order to
hide his bushes when he makes his
usual Stale jOke.-[New York Herald.
JEFF Davis had his pocket-knife
sharpened the other dav, and certain
Republican journals Immediately de-
clared that the South was preparing
for a new rebell;ou.- II Philadelphia
Kronikle- Herald.
An actor recently returned from the
mining districts was asked if he had a
full house on his first appearance. to
which he responded, Full house I
yes, they were all drunk. II Boston
Commercial Bulletin.
If Juliet had had a cold in her
head the night she firted with Romeo
on the balcony, we do not believe that
that young gentleman would ever have
visited a Verona drug store.-TNew
York Commercial Advocate.
That was a clever Oakland bow who,
when he was given two dollars to die
up his aunt's garden, bid a two-bit
piece in it, and then told all the boys
in the neighborhood. The next morn
ing the ground was pulyerized two feet
deep.-LSan Francisco Post.
There is nothing which so much in
clines the North American eagle to
stand upon one leg and scratch his
bald head as to watch a country editor,
rising in his power Of place and head
ing a violent editorial on things in
general, Are we a nation ?"-fNew
York Commercial.
Miss McFlimsey's dog is dead. In
the midst Of his morning bath. while
covered with lather, he broke away
and ran into the street, and immedi-
ately the people began to ascend lamp
posts and trees, aud finally a police
man came alone and shot the animal.
and all the papers chrOnicled the first
mad-dog scare Of the season. Boston
Post.
When dull days settle down upon
the European capitals, some half-Wit it.
ted fellow borrows a pistol and goes
forth to shoot the king. He is rarely
successful, but a weeks holiday is
granted, with full a to everybody,
the city is lit up with Ulinese lanterns,
and, m the whole, the people hardly
know which is the better man, the
would-be assassin or the king.-INew
York Express.
Tennyson got $500 for his last bal
lad. A striking proof of American
extravaganza is afforded by the fact
that there isn't a one-horse country
newspaper in the United States that
doesn't between November and April
OF every year-Or, to speak more cor
rectly, Of every two years-use up
$4,000 worth of poetry in kindling
fires in its 1915 stove. No wonder the
balance of trade is against usl-TChi-
cago Tribune.
Says Mr.. Cook 81 do not often
indulge in light reading" We do.
After a wearying day Of severe mental
labor, it is so e%xhilarating, so revivi-
flying, to sit down to one OF those little
trifes of Mr.. Cook and read aloud to
the family a few Of the sparkling criti-
cisms, charming bon mots, and pun
gent paronomasias of this charming
%rconteur. All are delighted, and none
more than the babe in arms. the sin
gularly lucid style of the writer
appealing irrcsistablv to the little ones
attention. We advise Mr.. Cook to
read M of his own works occasionally
for recreation, if nothing more. He
will find them of as absorbing interest
as a pa%tent-otice report, and vastly
more entertaining [Boston Trans
cript.