Morning journal and courier., 1890-06-14
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Mrs. Fsagle-".James, what is the proper form of address for Knight of the Batha" Fangle-tI don't know; but should think your washup' would be about right. ."-Har- per's Bazar.
 Ladies and gentlemen who monopolize three or four seats in railroad car with themselves and their parcels are respectfully warned that the hog cholera is raging in West Botsford. Transcript.
 Jonnie-"Pop, are you going to send our chickens away with usi' Father-"Not that know of. -Whyq' Jonnie-" Cause I heard you say the other night that as soon as the old hen got away you were going to make things hum around this coop" Everybody staid at home.-Epoch.
 A woman in this State, in filling out @ cen- sus blank, put down her husband as Q luna. tic. She told the census enumerator that he was at present engaged in paying an election bet by pushing 8 wheelbarrow twenty-five miles, and she didn't expect him home for a week.-Norristown Herald.
 Nervous old lady Gin sleeping car)-"Oh, porter! porterl Where do sleep2" Porter "What is de numbah ob youah berth, maams" Nervous old lady-"I don't see what that has to do with it, but if you must know it is third. There was 8 brother and sister born before me."-Lawrence Ameri- can.
 Fogg has come to the conclusion that he doesn't desire to live in New Jerusalem. He day would be Sunday, and Fogg thinks 1t must be an awfully trying end tedious place where they have to read the Sunday paper seven days in every week.-Boston frsns- cript.
 Less Than He Bargained For.-She-Char- lie, dear, what do you suppose causes SO many divorcess Charlie (who has just been acoepted)-I haven't studied the question carefully, but should say it was wholly due suppose we simply stay gaged.-Boston Beacon.
 Census Taksr-Good morning, madam; I'm taking the census. Old Lady-The what2 Census Taker-The c-e-n-su-sl Old Lady-For lan's sake! what with tramps takin' everythin' they kin lay their hans oB, young folks takin' fotygrafs of ye without go much as askin', an' impudent fellows comin' round as wants ter take yer senses. pretty soon there won't be nethin' left ter take, I'm thinking.-Harper's Weekly.
 Tramp-Please, mum, can't you help poor man wid 8 large family, mum9 Me wife an' children are starvin', mums Benevolent Lady-Ill go to see them at once. Tramp If y'd please give me ten cents, mum, I'd. Benevolent Lady-Take me to them, quickly. There is not minute to lose. Fly! myi where are tneyf Iramp-fiease, mum, 1t's too far to walk. They're-they're in the old country, mum.-New York Weekly.
 T., a little boy of nine, handed in the following composition on George Washiug- ton: George Washington was the father of his country one dsy he went in his fathers yard and cut down a tree. What are you doing asked his father am trying to tell a lie and cannot when he grew up he was president and was killed by a man named getto who was jsllish of him and the no g engine house was draped in black. ."-Har- per's Bszar.
 Pretty Thick.-It was evening in Baton Rouge, La. A crowd had collected at a prominent street corner to listen to the music of street band. Suddenly wild looking man mounted 8 dry goods box and shouted: "Good people, will detain you only a moment. have an act of justice to perform and ask you to witness that do it. At the expiration of fifteen minutes shall point out an infamous lottery lobbyist wko -" Quick ss a flash of lightning the crowd broke and ran in all direction and in less than ten seconds the street was clear.-Chicago Tribune.