The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-08-08
sIIps OF THE TONGUE.
Congratulating Man on the Rats He
Got to Eat,
From the Ne,o Yori; Star.

From the Nelo Yori; Star.
A lady whose garden happens to overlook
the garden of her next door neighbor was out
looking at her flowers the other morning. Her
little dog. Rags, had accompanied her, and
took it into his head to lie down picturesquev
by the fence. His mistress, looking down at
him as he lay curled up there, with his blue
ribbon about his neck, clasped her hands in
mock admiration, and exclaimed, looking
steadily at hi!n:
"Oh! don't you think You look awfully nice
in your blue RIBBON down thers!"
just as the words down there were out of
her mouth, she noticed, to her horror, that the
lady next door, whose acquaintance she had
not the honor of, was exactly in the line Of her
vision in the next yard, and that she wore g.
blue ribbon on her hair
The lady next door looked up in Indignation
Rags was invisible from where she stood, and
she had no doubt the reWark was addressed to
her. She fiared about with fierce movement
rushed back to the house and slammed the door
after her. The dnintending author of the in
suit In the mean time stood aghast and speech
less. 49,
Another incident of which this one reminds
the listener is as follows:
Up in New Hampshire, some few years ago,
there lived family who were engaged in farm
ing, and who had employed a mysterious hired
man, who gave no other name than Mr..
Smith, and was never called otherwise. He
served his engagement faithfully and, depart
ing, left behind him a pretty kitten which he
had picked up somewhere, and which was
named by the family in his honor Mr. Smith. -
Mr.. Smith grew to cathood and was greatly
esteemed member of the family being affec-
tionate and faithful, possessing all the feline
virtues, so that when the family finally left the
farm and moved down to Lowell they brought
Mr. Smith along with them.
One Sunday morning. after they were settled
in their new home, which closely adjOined an
other house, the head of the house stepped out
to the back door, and seeing the cat saluted him
famlarly:
Aha, Mr. Smith! Taking your airing eh?
You're fine animal, Mr.. Smith"
He noticed that spruce-looking man in the
next yard looked up in some surprise at this
| remark, but said nothing
Another day, later on, having gone out to call
the cat. he again sauted him thus
well, Mr. Smith, how do you like it down
here? Do you get plenty of rats to eat?'
CHANGING over he saw his neighbor again, and
and this time the neghbor appeared to be re-
gardlng him very intently with a queer ex-
preston on his face. SO he thought to pro-
pitiate him by friendly salutation:
Good morning, sir"
Morning. But why in the world do you ask
me whether get rats enough to eat, and why
do you call me fine animalf"
II didn't know did, SIR"
well, you did. am the conductor on the
Boston and Blank railroad, and my name is
Smith. And you are always coming out of your
door and calling Mr. Smith Mr.. Smith, or
making some such COMPOUNDED remark as you
means. ~
The explanation wasn't particularly difficult;
but out of consideration for his neighbor S
feelings, the owner of "Mr Smith has given
up the use of that name for the animal out of
DOORS