The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1881-02-13
WIT N HUNoR.

A girl may be too busy to dust down
the mantel-shelf, but always has plenty
of time to devote an hour to tying a
cross-legged bowknot in q wide pink
ribbon with blue edges.
The SON of a clergyman was deliver
ing a college valedictory, when. in pull
ing out his handkerchief, he pulled out
a pack of cards. ..Hulloar' he said,
I've got Oh my fathers coat
A bald-head is said to be an evidence
of early piety. but it requires a great
deal of that or some other sort of piety
to keep a bald-headed man in good
humor when a b~lue-bottle fly persists
IN dancing a hornpipe on the place
where the hair ought to grow.
DIR. Swing predicts that o woman will
continue 10 grow in sweetness and
and an angel is less han one-half OF
somebody is going TO get awful tired
waiting for the coming of tho millen-
nium.-Neac Orleans Times.
A few days ago a very handsome
woman entered dry goods house and
inquired for a bow. The polite clerk
threw himself back and declared he
WAS NJ her ShINlcc.
yes, but want a buff, not 4 green
one" was the reply.
The young man went on measuring
goods Immediately.
ANY letter for me?" asked q young
lady OF the female postmaster, in a
country town. "No," was the reply
'~'Strange," said the young lady aloud
to Lerself, as she turned away. moth
lag strange about it," cried the f. p.
through the delivery window; ..yop
amt ans'ered the last letter he writ
yetr'
It is astonishing how completely soma
people can be absorbed in their owl
thoughts. A prominent candidate, who
gives up the whole of his mind to poll
lies, met a prominent church member
who remarked that his church had jus
got a new organ. Il hope it will sup
port the regular nominees" was the
absent-minded reply.
Mrs. Dobbs is troubled with dyspep-
STA, and has had dreams. One morning
at breakfast she was complaining, n
described her symptoms to her sympa-
thizing husband: Il was al the time
climbing up, up, up hill, every little
while stopping to rest, and then up,
up, upi Oh, / was so tired. The fac!
Is, l had the real nightmare" MY
DEAR" said her affectionate husband in
reply, s.why, then, didn't you get on
and rider"
pet" said a fond wife to her bear
of q husband as they drove along the
broad road, $50 that farm house is your
old birthplace and home. How yoa
must love every bit of it! That dear
old window" II fell out of it once"
THAT dear old m~oss-covered we'll
Waters mean, and l fell down il
once" THAT romantic old fence"
..Got licked for tearing my brooches on
it," THAT long emerald sweep Of
meadow" Used to have to rake il
all day" THAT tall, purpling wild
cherry tree covered with ivy that
poisoned my arms and legs and laid me
up for two weeks" II spent my vaca-
lions over the lake, pet, and remember
yon picturesque, vine-clad church"
Eyes, that's where 1 first saw you"
The Hour tells the following: A
society belle was sitting with a party
of friends on the balcony of a hotel.
The conversation turned on the guests
of the house, and one attractive young
lady, a recent arrival, was criticised.
~ don't know how you can call her
handsome" said Miss S., in re-
sponse to tho opinion expressed by Mr.
r, q gentleman of tho party, 'she
is SO insipid; then she wants to be
thought clever, and does nothing all
day but read those horrid French nov
els and other trash" The group soon
afterwards broke up. II beg your
pardon, Miss s., but you left your
book on your chair" said Mr.. R,
presenting the forgotten volume. 1t
was a bound copy Of ..Nanar ono Of
the trashiest of all the recent French
novels.