The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1885-06-13


30, that Is only ~ commonplace
book" Dullard- That's whist
supposed. But wh,ch one CT them !
You've writtens quite number, you
know"
Two girls met another, who wore q
Jersey, which was patched in places.
Gracious me-" said one, just see
what a jersey that girl has on"
That's no jersey" replied the
other, win confidence.
"fes, il is, too; ! guess know. - :
NO. 1t isn't either; it's an all
darney."
"Nysiagmus, or oscillation OF the
eyeballs, Is an cpileptiiorm affection
of the eerebellular ocnlomotorial cen
ters.' We quote the above from a
medical exchange, instead OF printing
IN article of our own on the subject.
II covers the ground 50 completely,
AMI with such convincing clearness,
and consciousness that nothing more
need be said upon the subject
rs you going to be my new BROTH
erY' MIR. DE Rich (accepted sHi,or)
Yes, my little fellow" you ~
goin' 10 gel hitched to my sister, tin I
2ou?' Your lovely sister and
are ere long to be united in the holy
honds of matrimony." I'D like TO
see 'em." ''Sec WHAT" "fhe
bonds. Sister has been bowin' about
how many you have to everybody
what comes.'
"Who is the first lady in the land.
Elirida?" well, we really can't
say. For "A while II seemed 10 be
Al.hea Sharon, then lseult Dudley
gained few laps. We don't know
who has the lead just now, but ii is
probably some new variety actress or
some New York fence Anyhow,
the most prominent woman in Amer
lea IL usually somebody you don't
" ant 10 associate with Elfrda.'
Pm going TO get married. said
he, as he placed hand upon the
counter as large as Dutch cheese,
s'and want n wedding cake"
ut IL customary" said the pretty
bakery girl, nowadays to have the
materials of the cake harnonize,with
the calling OF the bridegroom. For u
musician, now, we have an oat clke,
ior man who has no calling and
lives upon his friends, the sponge
cake, Tor newspaper paragrapher
spice cake, and so on; what is your
calling, please ?"
"l'm "A puglist."
"Then you want pound cake =
A gentleman livingat GrinneIl Ia,
is in this city to-day and relates a
story concerning Gen. Ben. Butler
which we have never seen in print.
Ben. was delivering speech at
Grinnell in the last Presidential cam.
paign, when some parties assembled
a tree overlooking the speakers
stand. When the General began his
Address they lowered over his head a
string from which a spoon dangled.
Without showing the slightest em-
baffassment, Gen. Butler, as soon as
he saw the dangling spoon, clutched
it and placed it in his pocket, re-
marking, "Why, that's enc | didn't
get"
The joints Of winter are be-
ginning to relax, as it were.
The snow that fringes the field will
not fringe it much longer, for soon
will the bobolink break its heart with
wild bursts of song in the fields OF
waving clover. The song OF the mock
turtle will soon be heard in the land,
the frog will croak until he's hoarse,
and the whippoorwill will get in his
work on starlit evenings, when the
katydid and the tree-toad are making
themselves felt.
| love to linger in the breezy wood, +,
when the pink arbutus trails along
the snowy ground, when the dogwood
sends its snowy sprays in the unbeaten
paths of the forest, and The brooklet
gurgles musically through the crevice
in your boot.
Therefore ! shall hang my boots
upon my staff and start for the coun-
try just as soon as the winter passes
and the poet begins TO take headers
down the editorial stairway. How
my heart goes out to nature in all its
varying forms and conditions love
an autumn landscape, with cows in
the brook, and hunter in the back
ground looking down the barrel to
see ii it is loaded.