Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1880-01-23
Hswkeye Editorial Dots.
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We protest against permitting the
Utes'to 60 to Washington. The Indians
are bad enough now.
WhaSn,dnsm Of home comfort it is
to bear the happy tea-kettle singing
I'm the sweet boil and boil"
The widow Oliver seems to have
gone into dry dock. Her boom Started
off well, butiittwas evidently too pre-
vious. it,
/ The Pennsylvania miners want to in
wade Canada. Now, just don't anybody
stop them and see how fast they will
not Co. b ; l. Il +.
Brigham Young left forty-two wild
ows to remember him, and yet he is as
destitute of monument as George
Washington.
Mrs. Langtry will not como to Amer.
lea. Some one showed her a photo.
graph of Alexander Stephens and she
felt that she had no chance.
Simon Burlingame, of Wisconsin,
has just married his fifth wife. 1t is
believed that the Republican party OF
that State pays him salary. 49,.
Since the November elections, Ben
Butler is going To-, but then, really,
nobody ever knows just exactly what
Ben. Butler is g;ing to do next.
There's mistaken Providence in
some things in this world. Last week
a flood in Colorado drowned one hun
dred and fifty sheep and only one
dog. ~. Il '.ti$t ..
Yes" Mr.. Stepeasy remarked, 4" it
is quiet place; like it on that ac-
count. You can sit here at the parlor
window and hear the moments 60 by"
At workingmen's parade the, other
day banner was carried bearing the
legend, mot bread and water but pie
and roast beef" Good gracious, not
for breakfast?
is he rich?" asked the tourist.
Yes," replied the sexton, 81 guess
he is pretty wealthy, at least he never
puts more than ten cents into the plate
Sunday morning" 3D..
Alexander Stephens has been Sc
lected to make the address Of welcome
when tina. obelisk of ours is landed,
because he is the only man who was
alive when the obelisk was born.
Up in Minnesota last Sunday night,
man got lost on his own farm and
was all but frozen to death when they
found him. .Ha: We should think he
could have field his way to the house.
Each heart knows its own bitterness.
The wearied face OF the paragrapher
grows dark as he thinks over all his
jokes of the campaign just dead, and
realizes that not one of them will be
worth cent for the fracas of 1880.
Somebody says that at some time
Fortune taps at every mans door. /"
Oh, yes, that's all very nice, but when
a man opens the door in response, nine
times out of ten he finds it's the old
mans daughter waiting there for him.
The Brooklyn Uion says Sara Bern
hardt has been convinced that 'her
repertoire OF four children and no hus-
band would not be popular in Amer
ica."> True. What she would need
would be four husbands and no chill.
dren. .s..,.
"Pa." said bright boy the other
day, "what is wine made of ?" And
the foolish man, without thinking,
said: "Grapes." The amount Of
thoughtlessness and ignorance in this
world is greater than one would be.
lieve.
Now if leap year was only SO organ
lied that during that time man
jumped all his work, but drew all his
salary RICH. along. then we would
yearn with all the anxiety of Presi-
dental candidate for the coming of
1880.
The poet Longfellow has been enter
tanning Bright Eyes," the Omaha
maiden, ut his home. 1t is a good
thing for his beautiful poem that Long
fellow wrote his description of Min
nehaIa" before ever he saw q live,
real Indian.
1t has reached that point, at last, that
the patent medicine men are issuing
beautifully bound volumes of the Brit
ish poets, holiday styles, with notices
of pills, plastcrs, tonics and bitters in
serted between the stanzas. We knew
it would yet have to come to that.
Old Blunderby. who is forty. eight
and bald. met a lady acquaintance at o
party the other evening, whom he had
not seen for msuy years, and grasping
both hands enthusiastically, referred to
the happy old days when he went to
school to he-. He has less hair now
than he had n ore then. and when they
meet on the street, they switch off
through the mud to opposite sidewalks.
A man hugs his sweetheart with all
fervor Of passionate devotion. he hugs
his sister with manly and respectful
and earnest affection, he hugs his wife
with the deepest, strongest and purest
love of his manhood, but when he mugs
the inanimate and irresponsible cigar
store Indian-ah. there is friendship,
confidence, and an appealing yearning
for support and protection in his cling
ing embrace. -..,
What old fogy was it who said, "You
can't make a silk purse out of sow's
ear" And the remark passes current
for wisdom, even unto this day. And
yet there is nothing in it. OF course
you can't make such an article of such
material. You don't want to try. It
would be too expensive. He might as
we'll have said, "You can't make black