Southern standard. (McMinnville, Tenn.) 1879-current, 1886-04-24

cha! ha hal" laughed Detroiter
as he met a lawyer at the postoffice
yesterday; "but very funny thing
occurred in connection with my trip
to Chicago last week." eyes?
stopped at one Of the big hotels,
you know, and thenight l cameaway
l forgot to pay my bill. Yes, sir;
walked right off without saying a
word, and never thought of the mat
ter again until half way home" 81
see." "Wonder what they'll think?"
"Why," replied the lawyer, as he
drew letter from his pocket, "they
have already forwarded me a request
to sue and collect. The bill is 1915
and my fees are $1.25. Please call at
the Office at once and save expensew
Widow, who has called up thespirit
of her late husband: "Tell me, John,
do you see mother very often?" Hus-
bands spirit: "No, can't say that
| do. The climate is altogether too
warm there for me-"
"They tell me you've travelled, Mr..
Crimsonbeak," said Miss Fussan-
feather, during a lull in the CONVEX
sation the other night. eyes, Pve
travelled considerably. / used to trav-
ell for dry goods house. wish was
travelling now" 81 wish youwere,"
rejoined the young lady, noticing
that both hands of the clock were
pointing upward.
"Good morning, Cicely, my DEAR"
exclaimed her intimate as she called
in on her way to a shopping tour.
edo go down and help me to select a
new spring wrap. Nowthat's agood
dear" "Why, now, it really is i'm
possible. You know helped you Sc
lect your winter cloak, and you al
ways thought it a horrid thing"
"True; but this time, you know, /
only want your judgment so as to
know what not to buy"
Fond Husband--"Well, my dear,
what are you sObbing about?"
Young Wife-"Why, that sponge
cake | sent to the agricultural fair has
just taken the first prize. Boo-hoo."
Fond Husband" What is there to
cry about in that? You ought to
feel proud, my dear, of your knowl-
edge Of the culinary art" Young
: Wife-"But you don't understand.
} The judges gave it the award as the
) best specimen of concrete sent in.
5 oo"-Chicago Rambler.
A man by the name of Clark, on
Capital hill, Washington, has gone to
a good deal of trouble for little no.
toriety, and deserves all he can get.
1t occurred to him that it would be a
good idea to mix the soil of all the
States and Territories in the Capital
| park, and about a year ago he wrote
: to postmasters and other officials from
/ Maine to Arizona. In reply he re.
s ceived a package of earth, until his
Y collection was completed. Then, or
!, Washington's birthday, he mixed the
e earth up in box and dumped it in &
i corner, where, sentiment DEGREES, oul
r national flower, if we ever have any
g ought to be sown.
. The soft snow chung to each over.
hanging limb of the trees, and the
Il sun lighted up the scene with a touch
" of gold. 1t was really a beautiful
4 sight that greeted the eye of Rosalinr
9 McGush as she parted the curtain;
v of her boudoir and gazed forth. ooh
Il what rhapsodies fill my SOUL" sht
~ exclaimed. 81 really believe that
+ could finish that poem on the 'Crys
, talline Snow if myink wasn't frozen
|. Oh, why" "Hi there, Rosey,'
% sounded a gruff voice from the foot o
= the stairs. eyer mothers got tn,
# rheumatic; yer'll have to come dowr
. and fry the bacon for breakfast.
i Thus it is that the poetical and prac
70 teal, the sublime and ridiculous, ar,
q continually commingled.