Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1879-05-08

What kind of food do they like
most Q
They are not very particular.-- --
While they won't refuse quail on toast
frien crabs, or roast turkey about
Christmas time, they have been known
to make II hearty repast oil dish Of
cold turnips and a consnmptive her.
ring.
Can they eat concert tickets %
we believe not. Some people
have gained this erroneous impress
sion from false teaching in early life,
but no authenticated instance Of such
a thing is on record.
DO editors 90 free into shows?
They do when they give dollar and
half locals for a twenty five cent
ticket
Are all editors bald, like this one?
NO only the married ones are
bald. But let us pass on the editor
does not like to be stared at.
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A MULES RESERVED PowER-This
mule looked like he was l2S years old
and was dead standing up IN his feet.
He was hitched TO a pine bodied spring
wagon with a high dash board. The
team" was standing on the levee in
mute silence. while the old darkey
who "driv" it went aboard the boat
A tramp could make barre! Of mon
ey selling pictures of that old mule
!ablel "patience. His long, tlabby
ear, hung down each side of his head
like window awnings with the rod out
Of them. His face wore sober looh
whils out OF his mouth hung tongue
eight inches long His tail swung
down from the rear of the hurricane
roof like wet rope, while his whole
body seemed as motionless as death
itself. Presently red haired urchin
with an old boot in his hand, walked
up in 'front.' of him, and looking in his
face, saw the mule was asleep. He
walked around, climbed into that
wagon, leaned over the dashboard,
lifted that mules tail, and let it come
down in time to catch a death grip on
that boot leg. That mule walked up
so quick that he kicked the boy and
the dashboard twenty feet in the air.
He changed the position Of his ears,
hauled in his head between his knees
and from the fore shoulder to tip OF
his trunk was in lively motion, and
he didn't look like he WAS more than
, two years old, the way Re was kick
! ing that old wagon body into kndllng
wool with his heels. He had it all to
himself and was doing fine, when tae
old darkey rushed up the bill, got in
front Of him, and grabbing him by
each ear, shouted, whoa tell you.
! Watts de matter wild you Who-up'
and looking around at the crowd,
yelled: Will some o yer gemmen
cit dat er boot leg ou; while hole
| him? Nase de Vaughn > NINE an | jIs
borrowed de mule But no one Ven
tulsl. and wher we left his heels had
almost reached the tail gate, and the
oll darkey was still yelling Whoa
SHOOTING WITH THE WRONG Bow.
1t Was on a long East India voyage
in French ship that in q pleasant
evening some sailors were spinning
yarns as pastme. One Of them had
been wreck ed. The ship went down
under the crew, and sent them sud
denly ahoat. lie said
After swimming twelve hours, |
felt myself about going Iown, when
saw a cask rolling about id the
heavy sea. | mounted it astrido, and
waited to see what would turn up
At the cad OF three days I saw a sail;
it was a French ship. l sang cut,
ahoy snip ahov
Who are you'' the helmsman sang
out.
Where are you bound o | cried.
TO Calcutta.
That's pity. / am bound to Ba-
tavia, and | will wait;
The Other day, as two friends were
TALKING together in the street, a don
key began to bray and wheeze and