The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1882-09-21
THE SMILE.

"WelI," said the farmer after the
funeral, we've buried a good man
when we buried poor Wuzzel. However,
yer can't get no good o. the ground
'thout you put some good in"
The library of Mr.. d. o. Mills new
house in New York, is said to be the
finest room in the world, and cost $50,
600. A careful correspondent says
hat ''its magnifcence is accentuated. :"
The Schenectady "Union" thus
sweetly MARBLES: Don't kill the toads,
the ugly toads, that hop around your
door. Each meal the little toad doth
eat a hundred bugs or more. He sits
around with aspect meek until the bug
is neared, then shoots he forth his lit
tie tongue like lightning double geared.
And hen he soberly doth wink, and
shut his ugly mug, and patiently doth
wait until there comes another bug"
ma" said a Dallas youth, as he came
skipping into the house, sits wicked
to take anything, amt itp''
Eyes, my son, it is wicked to take
anything, but don't be so bolsterous."
"Whoopl well I've been swimmin, land
don't ask me to takea lickin," cause
it's wicked. Pm after a piece OF pie
And before his parent could get hold of
a slipper he had slipped out through
the pantry with it and was sicking the
dog on to q scissors grinder in the
street.-Texan Siftings.
A well dressed and very gentlemanly
man visited Station 8 last evening and
asked permission to visit the first cell
on the right down stairs. He was ask
ed why he wanted to see that particu-
lar cell, and after some hesitation, he
told the Lieutenant in charge that
three years ago he had been incarcerat-
ed in that cell, for drunkenness and
since then had not touched a drop of
liquor. He was allowed to visit the
Cell, and entering it closed the iron
barred door behind him, and kneeling
uOWIl, Dld1Cu lOhB aiu lICNOil. Ito
had every appearance Of a prosperous
business man, and certainly looked as
If he had kept the resolve made in his
cell three years ago.
A local artist is making a crayor
portrait of a lady. In the morning she
Is to come to the studio to see it finish.
ed. AS the hour approaches the appren,
tices are eating a little lunch. The
lady is announced. The scraps of bread
and meat are hastily tucked behind the
nearest canvas. 1t is that bearing the
portrait of the lady. Madam looks al
the pr~esentment, She does not like it
1t is not true: it does not look like her.
Her pet pug whines at the door, A
bright idea enters the mind of the
artist, he opens the door. The pug
comes in and shifts around. Presently
he makes a frantic plunge at the por-
trait. "Ahal you see, madam, u dog
he recognize the picture!' The lady is
satisfied and delighted. She orders the
crayon SEN home. and embraces Pug.
"Mon cher notion" exclaimed the
artist. 81 find Eat what eez meat for re
dog eez tsffa for re lady. Tres bien tres
bien."
Jersey City's public schools have no
singing teacher now. Prof. William
Smedley had been engaged in training
the voices of the children. As origin
ally understood, his pay was to be the
pennies and nickels contributed by the
little ones on singing days. The teach
ers interested thems elves in the collec-
tIon of the fee. and frequently punished
pupils who failed to bring their penny
for the Professor. Sometimes the pupils
were sent home to get the money, and
ever instructed, it is said, not to return
without it. Others have been compelled
to stand up in disgrace before their
class. In enforcing the payment of the
tribute money the teachers finally trod
IN the toes of tive of the members of
the City Board of Education. Director
Boyd's daughter and Director Finck's
niece we're ent home by their res
pective teachers because they had for
gotten to bring the singing masters
penny. The result was that at the
meeting of the Board of Education
Tuesday night Prof. Smedley was dis
missed from the service.