The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1886-03-27
HUMOR.

n "''b ioHf -In-Hald-fOur aces.
LosT arts-the missing picnic pies.
TIE vote-a matrimonial engage
ment
WHEN a man labors ten hours a dav
Tor elght hours pay, he labors under a
mistake. curt PretgeFs UeehI4.
"FuII many flower is born I, blush unseen.
And waste IL fraS an e on he de ert air
Fun many man hath drawn another queen
And pulled swee Ell II Jack pot + ON It's lair
W dSht"GtpH Hu}chri
lT IS no use for bald Irishman to
put pomade on his head, and sing:
"Halr oil raise my Ebcnezer Paris
Bedcon.
Why am l Ike lemon 2" she asked.
and then she expected him to say BE
cause yol are being squeezed" But
he didn't. He said "Because YOU are
sour
HEAR those men. How loud they
are talking they'll come to blows
next. Wonder what they're wranglinc
about?' I'm sure / don't know whether
it is politics or religion"
IT IS wrong to strike friend. Even
if yon strike him for two dollars. He
Is certain to think that the strike is two
dolorous for INN to fully appreciate.
Carl PrctzenS UcekiV.
WHEN Fogg came into the room un-
expectedly Mrs. +. gave scream and
exclaimed: You frightened me half
to death" Did T." was the unfeeling
reply. Suppose | try it over again"
AT a West Point hop the band
crashed ont a few final bars and sudden
stopped, when the voice of ovelv lit
tie lady IN pink was heard yawning at
the top of her lungs: Don't my new
hustle hang like a daisy"
A NEGRO died recently in Richmond.
Va, aged 100, who never had been
George Washington's body servant, and
did not remember ever having seen him.
The grandson of the prodigy has re-
celved tlatterfng offers to lecture.
OVER shoe store in a basement in
Elm street appears the following sign:
MY will is good
NV price is just:
III treat YOU we'll.
But can not trust
-Hdrper's &, :dr
A WITNESS III court, questioned bv q
lawyer as to the general reputation of
AioticI lllttSS, w dS dShetl WUeuUer the
individual was not notorious liar.
why" said he, mot exactly that; he
is what 1 call an intermittent liar"
That was very p-g-llar.
WILL you help me press some
leaves?' the maiden asked her lover.
"If you will fAstcn them in your waist
belt Pll see what l can do" he an
swered. And thus u popular method
OF pressing autumn leaves was in
vented.
POETS THOUGHT.
1saw them last night leaning over the gate
Two thistle down bangs side by side
You might know by the little round cap on his
That he would bicycle ride
And You might have known too, by the gum in
her cheek,
And her ryaway hat, and the red
Little head underneath. that her mind she could
In case there aught to be said
Well. there stlil she stood. with her mouth full
of gum,
And yumny yum look in her eyes.
With tongue that went on with planning
Or uhonoglaph in for n prize;
But THOUGHT, as heard them exchanging their
And mdulring in loves happy dream.
woud sooner hire ont to keep OF the cows
Thea provde that same girl with
SURE, he got or IL blt ay Il Sphree, Mrs.
MctilaGertv, the selfish ould baste that
he is, bad luck to him: and fiat did he
do, dye think? Why, Bridget, darlint,
he went as straight home ~ the han
die ay hod, locked himself mp i'll the
house, and there, hegora, he sIhIll till
he was as sober as Pat Donovan 5 mule,
an niver gave the neighhars one bit av
the benefit, not by SO much as the shmell
ay his breath. When my mon does
onv thing av that sort he goes sthraight
into the middle ay the sthreet. and
scathers enJ'vment wheriver he goes"
"lEs, Biddv Mulloon, Molke is rois-
In in circumstances. l.asht Thursday
Molke KEN home wild a tin hat and
gllmmer pants an wint out to shoot of
Roman pinwheels fer Jimmy Blaine,
an the mkt he was howlin fer Cleye-
land, an thin he goes out and whoopS
her up fer Butthlar, an mkt night he
wallops Nick Cleary fer not gettln'
dhrunk wild him fer the glory OF st.
John Bechune the tour av thlm
Moike is dom glorious. an whin the
poles are runnln Moike will east four
votes IN svin warruds. be the token. ut
y each. The country is III danger,
Blddy, but for downright, arnest soul
sarchin wnrrud worruk give me moi
Molke an four candidates.