The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1879-02-20

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day, looking for work.
A colonel in the army lost his head
by a cannon ball. A rhetorical friend,
after relating the sad circumstance,
added, land his last words were, Bury
me OIL the spot where l fell.'r
On the water an oarsman rowed,
A horseman rode on the land.
The horseman rode on a very good
road. A-a..C
But the oarsman rowed hand yer
hand.
Twenty-four citizens were before a
certain district court for neglecting to
remove snow and ice from the side
walk. Six Of the number were doc
tors, who probably had an eye to bust
ness.
.'IIe lives above his income"
Was the dark reproach he bore,
Till ut last it was remembered
That he lived above his store.
1t is becoming fashionable among in
telligent men to send n card instead of
going to a party. Being out all night
dancing and eating an indigestible sup
per while standing up does not hurt the
card.
'IIave you ROSTERS with two heads
down your way?'' was asked of a south
ern negro who had been boasting of
the remarkable productions Of Ibis
country s'Oh. yes, we habs nm,
but they are berry rar, berry rar.'
A Dutch saloonest, when asked why
he hung a beer-mug in front Of his
place, replied: Don't dot constitution
of the United States say, hang your
banners on dose outside WALSH so l
puts mine flag on de front wall of mine
shtore.n
A really neat tramp, when he puts a
piece of custard pie in his inside coat
pocket, always places the outside or
crust rim in first, allowing the central
point of the triangle to gracefully hang
over the edge, after the manne of a
bandana handkerchief.
Punch: Young Smith-They say
the Middlesex and Jerusalem bank has
smashed. Old Brown-Bosh. I hap
pen to know the contrary. Young
Smith-Really? Then it must be the
Mdidlesex and something else; but l do
think there should be some way of
furnishing the idiots who go spreading
these reports about. gEll
A Newburg man went into a clothing
store the other day, and, after picking
out ONE very fine cloth, said. 81 want
to make my father n present of an over
coat. Just measure me for it. OF
course 1t will be too big for him, but
it's n pretty good wearing cloth, and,
as the old mans in bad health I'll have
to e it sooner or later, anyway.
Just make it a little broad across the
shoulders"
Little Nellie vas looking ut Woolf's
wild Animals" when Mr.. Jorkins
called, and appealed to that gentleman
to explain one of the pictures. THAT
is u wild boar" said he, and the little
lady looked at it thoughtfully and re-
piled, ''lt don't look like you, does it,
Mr.. Jorkins?" II hope not" respond.
nd the guest. "WhyY'' Because
said the artless infant, "mamma sale
when your card was sent up, There i,
that old bore Jorkins again" And il
was u full minute before mamma.
frozen lips thawed sufficiently to in
form the nurse that it was Nellie's bed
time.
They were sitting around the conven.
tional stove in the village tavern tell
ing tall stories. The topic was horses.
After several inferior tales Old Hobbs
began: "My horse was worse than the
worst of defaulting bank presidents,
for he was such a forger. Why, actu-
ally, his feet struck together so often
that | had TO carry a bucket of water
in the wagon and stop every half-milt
and wet his feet to cool them. Some
times they would be red-hot." Ole
Teller broke in: "Oh, that's nothing
1 once had n horse and he was such ;
forger that I could not take him out in ;
Sleigh The old man here looked
around to see II anyone would ask hin
the reason of this, but they looked a,