The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1882-10-28
Aids to Dige stion.
Love Letter.

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INSCRIPTION:
Please take this letter. Uncle Sam,
Ana bear it to my beau;
He lives in the town of Durand,
Way up in Pepin Co.,
In the north part of Wisconsin,
Please r~ecollect the State;
His name is Ozro Allen
He has a iaxen pate.
You'll know him very well, I'm lure,
When this fact declare;
Re's the handsomest fellow in the place
When nobody else is there.
The following lines compose
THE LETTER.:
My Darling Ozro-1f course, you well know
That to write to you, long have 7 taIried,
For last winter. my dear, | really did hear
That my Gro had gone and got married;
And since. though I've heard not even a
word,
will not believe 1t is so.
And have taken my pen, to write to you
again,
My dearly loved, beautiful beau.
Now, you often have told, till the story is sold,
How the girls all in love with you be,
Doh tASAA wv . bhCAh iOIs AAOW ~ III
That you never loved any but me-.
And though / don't hear from you often, my
dear,
love you much better, you sinner,
Than the bread made of rye, or the dried
apple pie,
That's put up every day for my dinner;
And now, Ozro, mon cher (which is French
for mg dear),
want you to write 10 your EIai
If you don't. declare, you awkward old bear,
I'll marry some other feller.
Musical.
"What' is that noise we hear,
mother ?"
"That is a man learning to play the
violin, my child"
lis he sick, mother ?"
mo, he is not sick, my child. as you
suppose hut every n in the neigh
borhood is. They wish he would be
sick and die"
"Will he die, mother 2"
"No my child. he will not die. He
will keep on this way for years, and
finally get SO he can play second fiddle
in a very poor orchestra"
Reekcr.
A gilt-edged youth was passing down
the street the other day, when a friend,
stepping up behind him. slapped him
On the back and asked:
"How do you feel to-day, Tom"
"With my fingers [ reckon"
smartly responded Tom.
"Well," said the other, ''you reckon
that if you was to take a right hard
reckon, that you'd reckon another
such a smart reckon as you reckoned
just then"
81 reckon not" answered Tom,
family.
She Had a Wart.
She had a wart on the end of her
nose one of the white, horny kind.
1t worried her right smart, so she hit
on a novel plan to get rid of it. She
got a bottle of corn solvent and paint
ed it over nicely. Three days after,
when the skin was coming off, she ex-
pected to find it smooth and white be-
low, but she was mistaken. There
was a blood-red knot on the place
where the wart had been. She is now
in sackcIoth and ashes, and it would
be q brave n who would dare to
mention corn solvent in her hearing.
Couldn't Count Him.
"5ambo, have you fed the pigs?"
eyes, massa, me feed um."
ibid you count them?"
Eyes, massa, me count um all but
one."
"HOw was tnat ?"
"Dere be Que little speckled pig, he
frisk about so much me couldn't count
him."
Mirthful Morsels.
A man went out the other night to
see If he could ascertain the color OF
the wind, and found it blue.
When q Kansas editor takes his
affidavit that he saw a grasshopper
light down on the back Of a robin and
lift him two feet high. in an effort to
carry him off, is simply one solitary
instance of the richness of the soil of
that State. Next year they are going
to tame the grasshopper to hunt rats.
Is that marble ?" said a gentleman,
pointing to a Dust of Kentucky's great
statesman. mo. sir that's Clay"