Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-07-01
BRIGHT BITS.

CROOK is hunting the Apaches and we
are glad of It. There have been rumors that
the Apaches were hunting Crook.-PhiJddsI-
Dh1G tress.
A MIRROR on the back of a cOachman's coat
is the latest fashionable dodge. This is rather
reflection on the fair riders. 1t looks as if
they could not get away from the glass -
Boston BUdget.
A MAN in Georgia gave his invalid wife
dose OF ink by mistake. 1t cured her. She
had previously been ink durable, but he had
not believed II. Thus is an unquestioning
hope better than a scientific reasoning
Chicago Current.
Mrs. BROwN-"What do you think Mra.
GOlOlphin has just returned from Paris with
several thousand dollars worth OF brio a -braC
that she could have purchased just as cheap at
home" Mr. white es, know she bought
y at my store yesterday afternoon. "-B0stOn
Transcript.
ONE Of the greatest puzzles to the observing
spectator who watched the youngsters play
iug copenhagen at the chIldren's Jubilee yes
terday was 10 know why those girls who
fought so hard against being kissed played the
game at all. They didn't have tO.-Pit.Sbnrg
(Pa.) C0aamSrcjdI
THE EFFECT OF THE REPEAL.-Butter
Dealer-"Are you sure the OleOm argariue bill
is repealedF' Assistant-'Yes Why do you
ask2" Butter Dealer-"I don't know whether
TO mark this keg prime Butter, 3S Cents or
'Gilt- Edged Oeomargarine, II Cents -
YES" said the Boston girl, Il am fond of
making sketches of simple scenes. This
morning went down upon the sands when
the tide was out and succeeded In obtaining
an excellent sketch OF molusz excavator"
"A whatY' inquired the Philadelphia girl.
"a mollusk excavator." What on earth is
that?' Dear me, how singularly obtuse
you are. When | speak Of q mOllusk exca-
vator nave reference to the simple and pic
turesque character vulgarly denOminaUed a
clam digger. "-Bostoa Courier.
He had fallen into the stream, and had al
ready sunk once and was going down a sec
ond Time when q brave man leaped into the
angry waters and laid hold OF the unfortunate
one. The latter looked at his rescuer in be-
seechiDg msnner and Gasped: Il beg, mydear
sir, that you will permit me to sink once
more-tn the interest OF literary tradition,
you know. No person ] ever read of was res
cued until he was going down for the third
time. / may die, hut shall have the salts
faction of knowing that have not departed
from time-hOnored and revered custom. p
Boston Transcript,
FROM THE SANE CAETEEN.-
From hill and plain to the state of Maine
The veterans toiied along
And they rent the air with the tUnefui Dlare
OF trumpets and Of song;
That their Threats were dry there viii none
deny,
But little they rocked, ween,
As they gathered round on the old camp
ground
To drink from the old eauteen.
The tales of old were again retold.
And they sang of the war once more
TIL the word went round like a thunder
sound:
Let us drink to the days Of yOre!"
A rapturous gee that was fair to see
EnvelOped the martial scene
But there came a change that was pitiful
strange
When they drank from the sam canteen.
The veteran thrOng sings now no song
grand
And the air Is blue with the hullaballoo
OF the soldiers who marched to Maine,
Not even beer is the proffered cheer
Nor a jug nor flask Is seen,
But it's lemonade of a watery grade
That they drink from the same canteen.
Chicago Netps,