The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-11-24
SHOT AS 1T FLIES.

REV. DAVID SWING says: "The past ac-
customed to buru men for opinions sake; nut
we are all of kinder heart, and will now spare
the men and burn the opinions"
| EASTERN political orators are accused OF doing
nothing but aInuse the people. If those we have
in the West would do THAT much, great degree
of satisfaction would be experienced.
| PSYCHOLOGISTS have decided that civilized
man is cultivating bis head at the expense of his
jaw; which is most mysterious, as it is generally
supposed that the latter gets the most exercise
Boston boasts a sGreet-car conductor who left
his car and chased lady to restore to her her
shopping bag With 1t is differenr-the pas
sengers chase the car, ana the conductor is a
| minus quantity.
If Matthew Arnold should show any symp-
toms of coming to Indianapolis, those interested
in preparing to appreciate him will find his por-
trait and an article on his life and writings in
the Century for April, 1882.
JAMES &. BLAINE has become a grandfather.
This will settle his political aspirations, for no
man who is successful grandfather can ever
be anything else at the same time. Victor Hugo
goes so far as to class being grandfather among
the fine arts.
THE mOtheT-in-law has always been considered
| deadly domestic Ingredient, but the sister-in-
law, as connubal bliss-destroyer, is rapidly
serted wife and four children, sold stock and
| crops. to. elope with his sistern-law.
THE full name OF young woman out West is
Iowa Dakota Minnesota Bennett. Now, the ques-
| tion arises, if women are ever entitled to vote.
where will this much-named young woman cast
her ballot; also, whether her electoral privileges
| will be more numerous than those of other
women.
THE Japanese idea of not having anything
match has reached the tea-table, and no two
teaspoons must bear the remotest resemblance
| to each other. horrible apprehension is en-
tertained that the coming man will look out
upon the landscape with one black eye and one
blue one.
A CHICAGO writer speaks of Ella Wheeler, the
unreserved author of ''Poems of Passion" as
"a woman not afraid to avOw the sweetness of
her SEX" 1t has generally been the accepted
idea that it was mans place to avow the afore-
said sweetness; but things have got so turned
round that a man nowadays hardly knows
| what is expected of him.
"BRER" BARNES, the evangelist says the devil
sends all the bad weather. When it is consid
cred that rain and storm have a share in making
the grain grow and gardens blossom, it will be
inferred that his Satanic Sulphurousness is not
SC black as he has been painted. 1t would APP
| pear that foreign travel has rather altered some
| of "Brer' Barnes's doctrines.
THE public has been recently instruc ted that
| it is bad form" to hang pictures in parlor;
the art treasures of every household must have
| a room to themselves. An indignant devOtee of
| fine art says IL she reads any more such Mons
sense she will take down her ''Death-b bed of Dan
iel Webster" and her dollar store Beatrichy
Chenchy and make bonfire OF them in the back
yard.
IT seems somewhat uukind that Boston should
| receive SO much whitening reproof on account of
her foudness for Slugger Sullivan. The perfect
man is a divine trinity. mentally, morally and
| physically cultured. Boston has spent years in
brain culture, and if she sees fit to open a
campaign of muscle culture, why should the
country frown2 The Greek idea Of perfection
was that OF "a wise mind in beautiful body"
and Boston adds only this modern improve
ment: "If You can't get them together, take
them separately"
| TALKING of arr, Mr.. Spoopendyke's ideas on
| the subject are entitled to some respect When
Mrs Spoopendyke asked him where he intended
to hang the portrait of himself he had so affec-
| tionately had made for her, he replied, with a
degree of discernment and taste rarely found
| in nj an, that he proposed to hang it where the
| most ''refulgence" would strike it. Mr.. Spoop.
| endyke's reasoning was really beautiful A pic
ture is made to be looked at. If you want to
look at it you must hang it where plenty of "re-
| fulgence" can strike it. More refulgence and
fewer critics is the crying need of the art-world