Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-11-07
PITH AND POINT.

AND now Lady Godiva is said to be q
myth-a bare falsehood, as it were.
ACTORS should be watched closely OH
election day. They are professional re-
peaters.
SOME one inquiries "Where have all
the ladies' belts gone? ?" Gone to walsh
long ago.
LIZ mule had as many legs as cock
roach this country wouldn't be SO thickly
populated.
The bobtailed horse spends his whole
existence in lamenting his Lack OF ter
minal facilities.
A CoMPosIToR who cannot agree with
his wife says he must have taken her
out Of the wrong font.
WHY is the discovery of the North pole
Like an illicit whisky mandatory? Be-
| cause it's secret still.
IT requires but short time for
young lady out shopping to learn all the
countersigns of the dry-goods trade.
81 CANNOT Think" says Dick,
" What makes my ankles grow 30 thick"
" You do not recollect, says Harry,
s. How great a calf they have to carry"
The Eye says it was a Bloomington
man who hit the nail on the head. but
he mourned the loss of a thumb by the
transaction.
FROM Adam they took ribbone to
make fair woman. Fair woman has
been made up with ribbon ever SINCE
Bloomington Eye.
PHYSICIANS now say that the telephone
is injurious to the ear. We presume
it's the strain of listening and hearing
nothing that does the harm.
One of the first acquisitions received
from newly-appointed railway station
agent was: "Send me gallon of red
oil for the danger lanterns"
In Texas there is township called
Gin, and in it town called Brandy, and
the name Of the postoffice is Rummy.
No State could ask for anything better.
A VERY disagreeable old gentleman
dies. A nephew, charged with the duty
Of preparing his epitaph, suggests
deeply regretted by all who never
knew him."
CANT that lovely critter, John ?" said
Jerusha, as she stopped opposite the
John, "but then he's drefully freckled,
amt he ?"
"I THINK, dear, the dew has COM
menced falling" he said in his softest
accents. eyes," she yawned, GIVE
been hoping to hear adieu for some time.
He didn't call the next evening.
The Whitehall Times says the fish In
Lake Champlain have been SO long with
out water that when it began to rain, for
the first time in six weeks, they were
seen running about with umbrellas over
their heads.
A YOUNG woman in Denver flung her
self into cistern, but she was fished
out. A local paragrapher advised her
as follow: "Cis turn from your evil
ways" But he won't joke that way
when it comes cisJern.
A POET asks: "When I am dead and
lowly laid. . And clods fall heavy
from the spade, who'll think of me?"
Don't worry. Tailors and shoemakers
have retentive memories, and you'll not
| be forgotten NOrriStOtU7s Herald.
FATE of Tilted butcher:
He tried in drink to,drown his cares,
And there found no relief;
But daily grew more woe-begone-
You never sausage grief.
| At last his weary soul found rest,
| His sorrows now are DER;
| No tickle maid now troubles him
| Pork reacher, he's more.
ONE Sunday night we were sitting out
in the moonlight, unusually silent, al
most sad. Suddenly some one-a po-
etic-looking man, with gentle, lovely
| face-said, in a low tone, "Did you
| ever think of the beautiful lesson the
stars teach us?" We gave vague, APP
preciative murmur, but some soulless
clod said, mo; what is n?" Chow
to wink, he answered, with sad, sweet
voice.
A BAKER, whose loaves had been grow
ing "small by degrees and beautifully
less" when going his round to serve his
customers, stopped at the door of
one and knocked, when the lady
within exclaimed, "Whos there ?" and
| was answered, "The baker" "What
do you want ?" "To leave your bread"
Well, you needn't make such fuss
about it-put it through the keyhole,"
was her reply.
A BIG, fat colored woman came
| to the Galveston Chief of Police and
| told him that her stepson had run away
and she wanted to know where he was.
cit bodders me to know why he left.
He had everything he needed to make
| him cumfable I done all / could for
| him." she observed. "Has he any
marks by which he may be recognized?"
"Well, 1 don't reckon all de marks I
made on him with a bed-slat, while de
old man was holdin' him, has faded out
| yet. "-G0lUestO7a NeaUS.
How Tooth. Brushes Are Made.