The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1891-07-08


gwine do wild de smoke f-URcle Re
mas.
A few feet underground reigns SC
profound a silence. and yet such tu
multi on the surface.-VIctOT Hugo
| We are glad to shout down WORD
from the top that there seems to be
more room up here than ever be.
fore.-Tid-Bits.
The idea that fish is a good "brair
food" has been abandoned by scien.
lists. The fact is, that brains are
usually born in a man, not fed into
| him. Hartford Post.
| A Flattering Distinction; Visitor
Don't you miss your poor little
nephew very much, Freddy? Fred
dy-Yessum but / like to be the
uncle OF an angel.-Lte.
"On what grounds did Henshaw
get his pension | never head
that he did any fighting during the
war;" "He didn't, but he claims
his sympathies were enlisted. -
Puck.
Bigger Game: Hackman-Is the
doctor at home? Bridget-Yes, sir;
he's out in the back yard killing a
chicken. Hackman-Call Tim in ;
I've got bigger game. Man here
with a broken leg.-PRck.
McKenzie-What q delightful
thing it would be if some one would
invent a new figure for the german.
Miss Porkus (from Cincinnati)-
Wouldn't it? They are so awfully
stout, as race.-JRdge.
In the Cultured West Paw, here
is a piece in the paper about para
sites. What are they, paw? Par
asites, my boy, are people who live
in Paris. Always ask me when you
find anything you don't understand
in the papers.
Fair Maiden "a summer boarder)
How savagely that COW looks at
me 7" Farmer Hayseed-It's your
red parasol, mum. Fair Maiden
Dear me knew ii was little out
of fashion, but didn't suppose a
country COW would notice it.
Old Lady SHARPLY to boy in drug
store)-Boy, I've been waitin' here
ten minutes. Boy (meekly)-Yas-
sum wot kin l do fer your. Old
Lady-Gimme two-cent stamp
Boy (anxious TO please)-Yassum ;
will you have it licked IN. I. Saa.
sis there anything sadder." asks
n mother, ethan the wall nf a sick
infant in the night?" Oh, yes You
never heard the selections which the
orchestra plays between acts, did
you? The wall of a sick infant
sounds like the merry laughter Ol
fairies after that.-BErdettc.
A General Overhauling: Land
lady Cat the supper tablet miss
ed you at dinner time, Mr.. Dumley.
Dumley-Yes; / was at the dentists
nearly all day. Landlady-Having
lyodr teeth filled, / suppose. Dunn
ley (struggling with steak)-Yes ;
filled and sharpened.-N. Y. Sun.
| A Misfit: John, FIVE years old,
was lookingat military drill. One
Of the officers, whom he knew, rode
a horse that. was very unruly, and
that almost unseated the rider. See
ing this, John cried out in great ex-
element: "Maw. Mr.. Leslie's horse
don't fit him. "-YoNtRs Companion.
Better were It for the sun and
moon to drop from heaven, for the
earth TO fail, and for all the many
millions who are upon il to die in
extremest agony, than that one soul
should tell one wilful untruth.
Though it harmed no one, or steal
one poor farthing without excuse
Cardinal Nelcmaa.
An Unfair Attack Miss Daisy
Won't you take q chair, Mr.. Jones2
Mr.. Jones-Thank you. 1t makes
me feel young to sit here and swing
my feet. Young Rival (glancing at
Jones' well-grown extremities)-I
should think you'd have TO feel
young to swing those feet--Har-
per's Bazar.
When the commonplace eve
must all die" transforms itself sud-
denly into the acute consciousness
ssI must die and soon, then death
grapples US, and his fingers are
cruel. Afterwards, he may come 70
fold us in bis arms as our mother
did, and our last moment of dim
earthly discerning may be like the
first. George Eliot.
A Reason for All Things: "Why,1 y
he asked Of the editor, edo you fill
up your paper with such trash as
this: John Smith, of Pugville, is
in town calling en- his many friends -
Just then the Office boy appeared at
the door and said; "Mr. Smith of
Pugville wants fifty extry copies. "
"That's why,' explained the astute
editor.-HaSpe,'s Bazar.
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