Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1885-10-24
What Church Goers Talk About or
Their WAY Home.

What blessed privilege is ours,
one day i'll seven, to lay aside our
cares and our troubles, and to rest
our weary minds and our tired
bodies i'll contemplation of the ide;sl
perfectness at which we all of us
aim. Here is congregation just
emerging from the sanctuary.
"Thahk the Lord, we've got out
where we can breathe?" exclaims
Mrs. Phleshipllatt, who is a lady of
bountiful proportions. "Thank the
Lord, we've got out where we can
breathe! ] really thought I should
suffocate. 1t was insuferably stuff
fy. Wonder why the sexton thinks
last years atmosphere so much SUI.
perior to the present seasons vim
tage! If l were boy, really, be
lieve I'd break two or three win
dows. I'd do something, at. any
rate, to let that poor imprisoned all
out and a little fresh air in.n
"And / was so sleepy!" was tile
volunteer observation of Mrs. Nor.
feus; II couldn't keep my eyes
open, for all could do. Don'tyor
think Mr.. Prooftext.is getting fear
lful adnllY
@.Awfulw Thus Mrs. sPhleshi
phatt.
"Did you see what a horrld bon
net Sarah Somes had on7D asked
Mary Maize.
"a perfect fright, wasn'tit" was
the questionable form in which Jen.
ME June expressed her opinion.
"Made Overt"
III should hope So"
$50 should l. | should hate to
think any milliner guilty of any
such taSte.n
Mamma, said a little miss, tug
ging at her mothers Dress" John.
ny was pinching me all meeting
time"
"Wby, Johnny! how could you7''
"Well, What's fellow goin' to
do, sittin' there doin' nothing
more'n an hour7 Besides, Lii be.
gun it."
II didn't.n
81 say you did. Didn't you pull
my har?"
II only pulled it easy"
easyw
"Baby!"
"CbiIdren!-What an awfully
long prayer Mr.. Prooftext made.
thought he would never get thro.'
~ know it," replied Mrs. Smith
TO whom the lastremark was made;
she seems to be getting worse AMI
worse. By the way, did You notice
old Gerrton and Liza Perriwinkle?'
"Notice them! l guess l did!
1 couldn't keep my eyes off 'em.-
Awfully sweet on each other, aim
they?"
land his wife's only been dead
six months."
"DiSgraceful, amt it? When arr
you coming up to see me7'
sob, ] don't know. I've got 81
much to do, you know, [ don't sc
any time to go anywhere. Why
there's Mrs. Chatterton over there
[ suppose shall have to speak t,
her.n
II nope to goodness she won't SCI
me, the hateful thing!"
"Guess you think as much ofhe
as / do; but if don't speak to he
Iii never hear tue last of it. Good
by; come to see me when you can.
II say, Charley" asked Tom
"who was that girl you were mash
ing all church time!"
.sOh, that was little creature
met at the dance last winter. She
a daisy, eb?"
"Not bad. But how'd the gam,
come out yesterday afternoon?"
GAS usual. Bostons got goose
egged. Have a cigarette7"
"Well!n exclaimed Clara, "wha
do you think Of the new tenor7
think he's just splendid! What
heavenly moustache."
"And what a foo! that Mis-
Sprigglns made of herself! Sh
was gawking at him all the tim
they were singing, instead of lool
ing at her notes. However don
suppose she can siEg much worS
r than when she does try to f'llo'
the music. Wonder what the
keep her in the choir fort"
/, "Sure enough! Or MIR. BaSsclef
J aither Whv hp1S actua1l> pe.tt,n