The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1891-03-04
Somewhat ctatetious.

Pottsrby's Mistake: 'fWhat be-
came Of that Sanuels girl that Pot
terby was flirting with last summer?'
"You mean the girl that Potterby
thought he was flirting with. She
married him."
An Electrical Dog: Charley /
must be full of electricity. If /
stroke our cat little, all her hairs
seem to stand on end. Johnnie
That's nothing. My dog does that
without touching the cat at all.
A Paradise for Journalists: Edi-
tor Stanton, of Georgia, says with
honest pride "When we came to
Georgia, we were wearing a guano
sack for shirt. This winter we
bought an overcoat Nothing sue
ceeds like success"
The Reason Of His Hatred Pim-
ply Youth-What makes you hate
cigarettes SO (? They're not half so
dangerous as folks say. I've smoked
them for years and they haven't
killed me yet. Crusty Citizen-That's
why | hate them.
lie Sought in Vain give years
ago" began the stranger to Went
man, 81 sought that woman to be my
wife. | believed her congenial, light
hearted and beautiful. Has our
married life been pleasant ? No ~
'No ? Why not - "Why not Be-
cause she declined to marry me
Enterprise: A goodnatured coach
man overlook tired peddler, and
gave him lift to the next town.
The grateful peddler offered the
eoachman the pick of his wares, but
the proffer was declined. "Well,
then, insisted the pack carrier, elf
you wont take a present don't you
want to buy something p
The Penalty of Criticism.-Fash-
ionable Cafe Waiter lin the. bosom
of his family)-Hi wish, HELEN, that
you'd ave somethink to say vile we
are dining. Hits bad form to feed
like mammals, hin habsolute silence.
His Wife-'Enry, Hi was most afeer-
ed to hask you for seven dollars for
Rupert's hoyercoat, but Hi will now.
The too Liberal Highwayman :
Unresisting Passenger-You digided
the plunder among your friends, /
see. Snapshot Dick-Well, what of
lit? Passenger-Nothiug, except that
that $40, 900 you took from me and
divided with them was left to yor by
your uncle's will. and | came way
oat here from Boston TO hand it over
TO you.
| A Sa isfactory Explanation I:
"What did Mics Leftover do when
she awoke and found the burglar in
her room-scream p "Not much.
She transfixed him with her cold,
gray eye, pointed to the door and
/ hissed, Leave mer" "What did
the burglar do ?" "He explained
that he had no notion of taking
her,"
He Would Depart from Family
| Tradition: sis there nothing you
woaldn't do for me ?" said the enthu-
siastic girl. "Nothing that / can
think Of at present." replied the
practical young man. "Would you
| die for me ?" eyes, if there was any
occasion for it" he answered, after
some consideration "although gray
hair never ran in our family to any
great extent.
A Growing Evil: Mr.. Bings Ito
his daughter CLARA, is it possible
that / saw you reading that realistic
novel, cat Last" yesterday? Clara
tmeekly,-I am afraid you did, fa-
ther. Mr.. Bings-Has it come to
this, that the yenomous serpent OF
corrupt literature, the insidious poi
son Of overcharged and fetid imagi-
nations, is even now tracking It's
crimson course through my very
!. household ! How was it--good?
HIS LIGHT PUT OUT.
He had worn colored blazer on the Nile;
He had sported spais In Persia just for style.
With q necklie quite too utter, In the streets
Of old Calcutta, he had stirred up quite
hutter for while.
The maids of Java thronged before his door;
Attracted by the trousers that he wore,
And bis vest, bosom venter, shook Formosa
TO its centre; and they hailed him as q
mentor, by the score.
On his own ground, as masher on the street,
lie outdid Turkish pasba, who stood treat.
lie gave Shanghai girls the jumps, and their
cheeks stuck out like mumps, at the pat
cut leather pumps on his feet.
But be called upon Boston girl one night,
With necktie ready made, which WASN'T right
And she looked nt him this maid did, and be
faded and he faded and be faded and he