The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1885-07-16
PuNoENT PARAGRAPHS.


A baby born during terrible storm
was named Cyclonia. Its father says the
appellation is a misnomer; q cyclone
doesn't howl every night.
In these hard times, when borrow.
ing is so difficult, we'd like to know
whether distance keeps up its time hon
ored habit of lending enchantment to
the view.-EGchGnge.
Talk about proficiency in skating.
1t is really wonderful what the skaters
achieve. The Chicago girl, however, is
said to have displayed the most wonder
full feet yet seen on skates TeGGs Sttt-
ings.
What is the safest way to trans.
fer bees?" asks correspondent. Our
experience teaches us that the safest way
is to stand off as far as possible and let
the bees transfer themselves BurItng-
ton Free Press.
Customer can't pay you to-day.
You see the shoemaker has just been
here, and Tailor-''Yes; Imet him
on my way up, and he said you'd put
him off because you'd got to pay the
tailor to-day. So here's your bill, sir.
-Harper'S Bazaar.
-"Adulterations in Limburger cheese
have been discovered" The flavor of
that delicacy has long led us to suspect
that something was the matter with the
Bsmarckian food. We thought maybe
it was not pulled until it was over-ripe;
but if it is adulterated, that explains it.
-NorriStos0n Herald.
Embarrassed Young Man Crying
hard to say something)-"I think, Miss
Belleairs, that l have had the pleasure
of meeting you before" Miss Belle
airs-"It is possible, but I do not re-
member it" E. Y. M.-''Was it not at
Mount Desert?" Miss B.-'I have
never been there" E. Y. M.-"NeitheR
have L."-Life.
I'll believe I've lost my wits, said
a worried husband to his wife. I'm
deed? / didn't know you had any to
lose," she answered, sarcastically. 20,
yes, dear, had some once" "Weli, /
never observed them" '.No, love. !
lost them just before l met you" He
didn't want to say it, but she drove him
to it.-Merchant Traveller.
See here" said a citizen of ST.
Louis to the proprietor of bookstore.
you'll have to take the book back.
asked you to give me volume of poetry
to put on the parlor table, but every
burned word in this book is straight
prose-" "Why, man alive, that was
written by Shakespeare. II don't
care who writ 1t, it's prose; I've looked
it all through. For instance, here's a
specimen:
How silyersweet sound lovers"tongues by
Like softest music to attendin' earsi
Do you call that poetry, rhymin' ears
with night? You can take it back.
don't want TN z. Times.
Music hath charms to soothe,
and our latter day homes would indeed
be incomplete without the piano, the
culture Of the voice and all that tends
to bring the soul en- rapport with the
harmony of the great masters. So it
happens that the Shuttles family endure
the 'hum ii tum" of practice hours
that they may enjoy the completed
sonata of the evening, when there are
callers. "Job, my DEAR" said Mrs.
Shuttle, "don't go down town this
evening. Stay, and listen to Sellna's
new nocturne in G minor. It's perfect
ly lovely" (which reminds me, !"
said the practical Job, ''Tve got to 60
down town and pay Signor de Pound
hercingero six sonatas in x and noe
turne in V. That's what takes the
poetry out of music, my dear. "-HGrt'
ford Post.