The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1882-02-09
HUmORs OF xn1 DAx

sABuN5ANcg Jflfe wes3 & ri "a
however. let ys risk Skcn She
"DoN'T give me wei9h
the fat girl w'hen invited - sssp % tlss
i scales.
WHEN girl rejects an ofles "a plaa
riage she goes through q elei8hs O. nas
performances.
THE end to be attained IL fsia
mant Of money Is the diVid end.
6epvitts HerGId,
IF GEoRGE WASHINGTON cannot hayS
monument lbs has bad e pie named Aog
him, and that Is better.
AN OLD negro says Sass IS power
full good In everything but chilQren.
Dey need some other kind of DRESSING
TIE editor who called Chicagoa Chris
tian country ought I'd bo better posted
in religious geography. BostoN lgsiles.s
"PRrDE goes before e fall Ifue
enough, but pint OF corn whisky can
give pride hundred and beat i eyarx
time.
AN EDITOR wrote personal about
young man going TO spark his girl.
When it was printed he was Mortified tn
see the letter "n" snbstituted for tha
"r" in the word spark. Wysskehasy
Times
"HAyE place for every thing and
everything In its place Somehow OK
other this won't work; we have big
place for our wealth, but we'n be kangesA
If we can put it there (; We haven't st tA+i
EUansVitte Atgtts. f
"DoEs our talk disturb yOnS S'' said
one of q company of talkatiye ladies to
an old gentleman sitting In railroad
station the other afternoon. No.
ma am, }" was the naive reply, I've been
married night on to forty year. year. - - E4zat-
ford Times. .,..,. ,f,
"WHEN die let me be buried IN the
stove, SO that my ashes may mingle with
the CRATE" says the paragrapher Of the
Boston Star. I'm the stove fhe gentle-a
mans ashes will scarcely naingle with
the CRATE the chances are he will gently
simmer as q base burner.
A MILLER in Peru, Ind, fell asleep in
his mill and bent forward till his hair
got caught in some machinery and wax
yanked out and, of course, IL awakened
him, and his first bewildering exclama-
ton was "Durn it, wife, what's tna
matter now ?"--Boston Post
A VERY gushing young lady turned 20
Mr.. Snap and asked him In pasBionat6
tones: "Oh-ah--Mr Snap, Tell II st1ia5 mo + !
What-what--iS your idea Of real hAppi-l
ness?" Mr.. Snap Never reached the
full meaning of the word, yet, but X
guess pork and beans would cover the
ground"
"YoU are on the wrong tacE, !" said the
pilots wife, when the hardy son Of the
loud-sounding sea sat down ON il anda
arose with the usual exclamationa,
mo-" he replied, after q critical exanai-
nation, " Pm on the right tack, but shoot
me dead If amt on the wrong end %
it. ."-Burlington HGsukeye. td
"HAvE some more Of the pie, . urged
Mrs. Slobson to her boarderB, who OBJ
stinately refused Again she urged
them, adding "n you don't eat it III
have to throw il away. IT won't keep
much longer" Strange to say, their
appetites departed. This is one Of the
amenities of boarding. life. 8it.,l
WHEN you are coming mp the, CELLAR
stairs with bucket of coal In one hand,
two pies and plate of butter In the
other, and q loaf of bread under each
arm, it is exceedingly trying to Your
Christian fortitude to have woman yell
down and caution you not to forget the
preserves ON the ewinging shelf In. the
corner of the cellar, next to the cures
jelly. Been there. haven't you p WY
Transport BTeGkfd8e Table.