Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1888-09-29


* life worth living? has frequently
been asked. l confess 1 have never
tried it any other way. Perhaps some
of my multitude of admirers have at
tempted other modes of dealing with
existence, and i should be pleased to
hear the record of their existence. Adj
dress, "Violet, 344, Ledger uptown
office"
How Is 1t that any baetle-browed
man without principle or interest
some Paw Paw citizen with paw
city of brains-can come to our town
and acquire the whole of it on trust in
a few weeks, and take it away with
him amid the applause of the populace,
while L am blackballed all over the
country if L so much as forget to leave
behind hotel key. He actually gives
offense to tradesmen if he doesn't let
them load him down with their wares
on credit, while L am bluffed into OBJ
livion with a cold, clammy look of
hautc1u if L modestly request fur.
Tough, or even box of matches. Yet
! contribute to the heather and the
newspapers, while he uses profane
language and other peoples money.
Have you ever stood at the bedside
of a dying oyster and watched the
gradual exhaustion of its system as its
huttering spark of vitality surged
YEARLY through its veins? Have you
noted the lurid pallor creeping with dex-
terity over its countenance, while great
beads OF sweat stood on its shell? Let
us mediate on the oyster a few hours.
At birth it is rocked in its own cradle,
which at death serves as haadstone to
its grave. Perhaps you think an
oyster trivial thing to meditat, about.
Not so. / have meditated often for a
long time before partaking of even a
New York count, and been led 20 re-
greet not having continued the mental
gymnastics indefinitely. This may be
a reflection on the oyster but he, she,
or it-as the case may be-is often a
proper food for thought as well as diet.
LINES SUGGESTED ON SEEING BILL OF
FARE.
There are soups and soups-noodle,
poodle and doodle, as well as theatrical
and typographical supes. 1t might
have been a Frenchman who said this
country had two hundred kinds of re-
ligion and but two different kinds OF
soup. Come to think about it he said
sauce" but "soup" would have an
swered just as we'll. This popular bev-
crage has many uses. The judicious
landlady knows that first course of
ha 10 Il
tear on the joint of roast which follows,
while it warns boarder's heart and
stomach, and makes him view with com
placency any obscurities in the pedigree
of the butter and the coffee. The poor
in large cities are fed more economic
ally on soup by the bloated taxpayers
than on quail or mushroom pie. Soup
is Ikea circus prize-package-you can't
tell what you may strike. Old bones,
stale bread, blck-number vegeta-
bles, decayed rubbers, retired brutes,
all find their proper sphere in soup
that culinary rendezvous! Soup, say
the authorities, should be eaten with a
spoon-not with fork, nor even with
a knife, however great its consistency
and should be appropriated from the
middle of the side of the spoon, VI ;ch,
in dipping up the fluid, should be
pushed away from the operator, not
toward him. Mrs. Cleveland and my.
self devour our soup on this plan. Oh
course any confusion suggestive of a
murmuring cascade or an inverted jug
of cider should be studiously avoided.
AS l took pains to state clearly at the
outset, there are soups and soups and
soups; and L might add with equal
propriety that there are also soups and
soups and soups.