Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1883-09-19
BRIGHT BITS.

A SOCIETY miss makes hit If her father
is richly. 0. PicdyuRe.
THE MOSQUITO as public singer draws
well, but never gives satisfaction.-BOS-
ton Star.
WHAT is the difference between a mus
cular tramp and a newly cleaned lamp
Only this. one is a well limbed tramp, and
the other is a well trimmed lamp.-O'
city Derrick.
AN exchange says that $4,000 Ameri-
cans annually visit Europe; but when we
come TO think that 81, 800, 600 stay at home
we don't feel so awfully lonesome as we
mlght.-E1cbdnge.
A YOUNGsTER on Columbus avenue
asked his mother the other day If mos
quitoes were bugs. "Why do you ask,
nv child?'' said She. Because, if they
are, they must be hum-bugs. "-BoSton
Times.
By a recent French invention they can
now take photographs in color. The bibu-
lOus person, however, will continue to pa
troniZe the old method. He will have to
chalk his nose if he Observation-Disclosures
Herald.
SIX lovely school marms were out row.
ing on the placid MonOngahela. A bold,
wicked man on shore, who was bad boy
a few years ago, instead of taking off his
v
Behold the whaling fleet"
A RECENTLY published autobiography
thus speaks of the writer's conversion: Il
used to be very gay and fond of the world
and all its fashions until the Lord showed
my folly | liked silk, and ribbons, and
laces, and feathers, but | found they were
dragging me down to hell-sO | gave
them all to my sisterw
LADY FRIEND-''SO you are going to
graduate next month, Celia? Dear me!
what a time of it you must have! l sup
pose you are nearly tagged out" Celia
1sOh, dear. no: mamma hires a dress
maker and she does all the sewing. All l
have to do is to try on, you know" Lady
friend-sAh. yes: | see - Boston Tran
script.
"WHAT are you doing there?" demand
ed a policeman of a man who sat on a
fence bowling. ''That Teller in the house
shot my dog because he hOwled, and | am
carving out the dogs contract. Pm
going to howl here until | think the dog 5
death has been sufficiently avenged. If
he shoots me, my son Will howl out my
contract, and if further harm should be-
tall my family, my wife will come out and
howl till he can't rest. On, but we are
howlers. '-Ar60RS0l Traveller.
WILLING TO CONE DOWN.-A resident
on Woodward avenue who had advertised
for man to take care of his horses had an
application from a colOred man who
seemed fitted for the position, and bar
gain was made. AS the new emplOye was
backing out of the office the gentleman
said: ''Oh, by the way, what name shall l
call you byP' 'Well, sab, my letters are
ginerally directed to de Hon. Boswell
Green, but lie perfeckly willin' you should
call me Mr.. Green when you has occa-
shun to dress me."- Detroit Free Press.
"GoOD MORNING, Farmer FurrOw,"
said the old deacon as he leaned over the
fence to have friendly chat. "Mornin'
Deacon" nodded the farmer. Chow is
that sick pig this morning" "Oh, that's
gittin' along right smart, reckon" cheer
fully replied the granger. ''And how is
the rest of your folks?" continued the dea-
con. The farmer said nothing, but reached
down, picked up an Overripe melon and
fired it right at the deacon's head.
''Therev he exclaimed; 'by the time yer
git them ere seeds out O. yer ha'r you'll
find out how my folks is."-Nelc York
Darn.