Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1883-06-08
FASHIONABLE.

The crushed strawberry color that was SC
fashionable for time has been succeeded BY
shade called spilled molasses. Texas Sift
ings.
A New York publisher has issued ga Pock
ct Guide to the Art of Swimming" The
trouble with the work is that when a mar
is in swimming he has no pocket.-N. O.
Picayune.
'sNow, Edith,'' said her mother, "you are
going to be good girl to-day and act like q
little lady, aren't you ?'' eyes, mamma, re
piled Edith adding after few moments OF
silent cogithtion, "what makes 90 say ''ittle
lady, mamma? Is it'cause big ladies act Sc
awful ?'
Harrper's Bazaar says that a widow should be
married in bonnet. That settles an i'm
portant question. Some widows have been
married in church, but over-sensitive peo-
pie do not think it proper. It may be added
that pair of shoes ought to go with the
bonnes.-Springfeld Union
sI wish I had a drink, remarked Mrs.
Fogg, s'but don't like to go over there to
the fountain. there are so many men there .
You've just as good right as they have, u
man and beast p Come along" ooh it
is very well for you to say come along,
replied Mrs. F., ''but you know I'm not q
man. Boston Transcript.
Sylvester Mackson is the son of old Tom
Mackson, deceased, who was one of the rich
est and closest men in Austin. He was q
large landowner, and never was known to
sell a foot of land. After his death, Sylves-
ter, who is very fast, came into
the first thing he did was to sell a fine lot on
one of the principal streets. A few days af-
terward, an old friend of his father, Colonel
Dodson Van Slycke, met Sylvester on the
street, and rebulzed him for selling the old
mans land s'Why. the old man must have
turned in his grave, Sylvester, when you
sold that lot the other day. said Colonel
Van Slycke. ssNever mind replied Sylves.
ter, who was little tight, 1.-The old man will
come all right. I'm going to sell another lot
next week, and then he will turn back again
in his grave. Texas Siftings.
WHY SHE LOVED HIM.
"Irma !" he called She turned her head,
Tossing Its gold,
Like sun-wave rolled
Down the back Of her neck, and said:
''What is it, Mike ?'
He pulled his moustache. bsistling and red,
While his underIfp hung like a lump of lead
Mike?"
She turned upon him her lustrous eyes,
From q face an angel himself would prize;
Then hid in the folds of her golden hair.
And artfully yelled her beauty there,
For Irma O'shaughnessy's manner was rare.
lis cr1eQ Mlcnael MaCGfegOr McCannS
Because Pm considered handsome man 2"
stNo," she sobbed,
While Mixes heart throbbed.
sis it," he asked, 'sbecauss fortune has smiled
Upon Mike as her own dear, darling child p
"Nos" she replied,
While Michael Bighed.
'Is it becauge," said this lover true,
81 supply you with plenty of gum to chew?"
NO." she gasped,
As her hand he clasped.
Then why" he shriehed, "oh. why do you love
Your Mike, and call him your turtle dove?"
Up from the depths of her golden hair
Irma raised her face fair;
The light of her soul filled the skies of her eyes,
She smiled like wagon load Of pies,
And, drawing Mike near,
To chew his ear,
She uttered these words between her sighs:
'tOh, Mickey, dear, love you not
Because both beauty and wealth you've got
Nor yet because whenever you come
You bring dimes worth of chewing gum.
My love for you
Has nothing to do
With the tafied realms OF Nyum-i-Nyumj
love you simply for your dn-
Plex elliptic, broken-in-two
Three-cornered base ball thumb"
st. Louis Post-Dispatch.