Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1888-02-15
Aamutuns department.

NoF!MADBUT DANGEROUs.-He was a
gallant cavalry officer making his first call,
and all the formalities of the season were
in full blast. She toyed with her fan as
she conversed about the gayeties of the
past winter time. Leisurely strolllng into
the elegant drawing room came the tam
ily dog, a large and intelligent type OF the
New Foundland breed. 1t was a warm
evening, and the dog came in with his
month omen and his tongue protruding from
his mouth. He made directly for the
hostess, who manifested extreme uneasi.
ness at the first sight of the unexpected
animal. AS he anne nearer, the young
woman mounted first the heavy upholster-
ed chair and then the centre table.
Seeing this unusual performance, the
Young man followed suit, and was soon on
top of the marble mantelpiece, to which
place of safety he invited his hostess.
Meanwhile the dog, the cause of the COM
motion, crawled under hes sofa preparing
himself to take a nap.
"When was he t-t-taken with it," asked
the brave officer, as he balanced himself
among the mantel ornaments. :,
"Oh, he has been that way all summer"
replied the young woman.
tits strange he doesn't try to bite US,
isn't it p" continued the young man.
sob, he wouldn't bite anybody" re-
marked the young hostess.
"Why hasn't he got hydrophobIa:"
"No," replied she, very sWeetly,; mes
got Heas, and that's pretty near as bad"
VERY OLD, BUT GooD.-"Yer Honor"
said q visitor in the Mayors office, me
name is Patrick Murphy, and 1 live in
East Boston. The rain has come into me
cellar an me chickens are droWnln'."
"Ah, indeed!w said the polite mayor,
"The Fire Department will attend 10 your
case"
HMe mann is Patrick Murphy, an l
live in East Boston. The rain has come
into me cellar an me chickens are drown
in'," repeated Patrick to the Fire Depart
ment. ~
itYou should see the Street Commits
sioners, Mr.. Murphy" answered the Fire
Department. Patrick repeated his case to
the Street Commissioners, and afterwards
returned to the Mayor.
eyer Honor, me name is Patrick Muir
ply, an I live in East Boston,"
dOh, yes," said his Honor. II remem-
Der you perfectly. Didn't I tell you to 60
to the Fire Department."
"I did, yer Honor, an then l went to
the Street Commissioners"
"What did they tell you?" asked the
Mayor.
"Why, they said: why the dickens
don't youkeep ducks?'"
HE COULDN'T MAKE A POINT ON THE
PREACHER.-We had been talking to a
colored minister on the depot platform at
Talladega for some time when the Colonel
turned on him with:
Snow, Josiah, you are q preacher OF the
gospel?"
eyes, sah."
"You preach virtue, honesty charity
and all that?"
81 does, sah."
"And you are supposed to live up to
them YOURSELF"
"Sartin, sah." -,
Snow, then, suppose I had a hog, and
he was running at large, and you"
"White man, stop right dar y" Interrupt
ted Josiah, as he raised his hand: II
know what you is gwine to say, but you
can make no pint on me. De hog law
has got so strict dat nobody but a fool mig
ger would think of stealin' his pork. Try
sunthin else sab. Put it on the GROUND
that you had lost yer pocketbook an, l
had found it, an az me what l do."-De-
roit Free Press.