Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1881-11-13
TICKLING TRIPLES.

Some women are like shot-guns.
They would attract no attention If it
were not for their bangs.
The new style of fall bonnet may be
photographed by slamming ripe to-
mato against board fence.
An old fellow now under the control
of his fourth wife, always alludes to his
three departed ones as his ''spare ribs. !"
''That fellow is just like telescope, ;"
said dashing New York girl. You
can draw him out, see through him, and
shut him up again
I'm the bright complexion of my
youth I'll have no such words as 'pale,s
and withthe complexion of an angle she
reached for the rouge-boX.
As Christmas approaches SO many
large and handsome dolls are displayed
IN the store windows that real cross-ey-
ed babies excite but little attention.
.'Oh, dearr' exclaimed Penniman, 81
wish 1 could excel in something! do
believe if 1 should kill a man it would
not be anything but murder in the sec
ond degree"
An old lady who has several unmar-
ried daughters, feeds them on fish diet,
because, it is rich in phosphorus, and
phosphorus is the essential thing in
making matches.
The young woman who had many
suitors, and from the time she was Is
until she was 81, rejected them all, re-
ferred in her later life to that period as
her declining years"
A French writer translated s'Frailty
thy name is woman to read Mile.
Frailty is the name OF the lady" 1t is
likely that he had the slender Bernhardt
in his minds eye.
Drawingroom episode: Affable duch-
ess, to amateur tenor, who has Just
been warbling M. Gounod's last
Charming! Charming! You must
really get somebody to Introduce you to
mer'
A lady with fatal squirt came once
to fashionable artist for her portrait.
He looked at her and she looked at
him, and both were embarrassed. He
spoke first. "Would your ladyship per-
NIT me-" he said, ''to take the profile?
There is certain shyness in your lady
ships eyes that is as difficult in art as it
is fascinating in nature"
Fashionable emulation-Lady (speak-
ing with difficulty What have you
made it round the waist, Mrs. Price?
Observation-Disclosures inches, ma m.
You couldn't breathe with less. Lady
What's Lady Jemima Jones' waist9
Dressmaker-N and half, just
now, ma am; but her ladyship's head
shorter than you are, and she's got ever
so much thinner since her illness last
Autumn. Lady-Then make it nine
teen, Mrs. Price, and I'll engage to
wear it.
Theodore Tilton was at crowded
evening party in New York some years
ago, standing in an upstairs corridor.
To him lady, in q magnificent dress
and sparkling jewels, came with great
eagerness. Though she was unknown
to him, he naturally supposed she had
recognized him by the light of his gen.
Jus shining on his Hyperion brow, or
knew him by reputation. He was there
fore prepared to receive her with
smiles. care you the waiter?" she de-
manded. '.No!'' retorted he, with looks
of thunder, ''are you the chamber
maid?' and he darted down stairs.
She was the prettiest girl, ween,
That mortal eyes had ever seen.
Her name was Annabel Christine,
Her bangs were curled with bandoline,
Her cheeks were smoothed with vaseline,
Her teeth were brushed with fine dentine.
Her face was washed with coaline,
Her gloves were cleaned with gasoline.
She wore a dress of grenadine,
Looped DER skirt of brilliantine;
Her petticoat was bombazine,
Her foot was shod with kid bottine.
Her wounds were healed with cosmoline.
She sailed away from Muscatine,
In . ship they call a brigantine;
She firted with gay marine,
Until they reached the Republic Argentines
Where they were married by the Dean.
And lived on oleomargarine.