St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-06-14
THE DEAR GIRLS.

Mr.. Pullman about to propose)-Miss
Stanford, am now going to say what [
wanted to say an hour ago. Can you
not guess, from my eyes, what it is?
Miss Stanford-Do you mean "Good
night?' You look sleepy.-The Epoch.
Women are free in their gifts of love,
OF presents of different kind,
But does giving her husband piece Of it
show
She's rich, too, in presence of mindi
Philadelphia Times.
"There goes brother-in-law of mine"
"Didn't know you had any," so, yes:
the girl he married promised to be a sis
ter to quite q number Of US fellows. -
Washington Post.
He called her little "Sweetie"
When the arrow pierced his heart
But saw, when he had married her.
She was a little tart.
Mrs. De Gumps-I see by the paper
that an American girl, who is a student
at Oxford, has taken the senior wrang-
lers' prize this year. Mr.. De Gumps-
o, our American woman can just beat
the world on wrangle.-Good News.
She entered the car and quite recklessly
chung
To strap that before me conveniently hung,
Till, perforce. l arose and resigned her my
seat
had to, because there were corns on my
feet.
New York Herald.
Wife-DO you suppose the Creator
made woman last on the principle of the
best comes last?" Husband-Of course
not. He did it because He didn't want
everything talked about and pulled to
pieces and made over. - Washington
Star.
Although their voices they may oft have
raised,
And spoken words of anger to each other,
His mothers cooking Adam never praised,
And Eve never threatened to go black to
mother New York Press.
Woman never SwearS, but when
man steps on the hem of her dress and
ruins couple of yards of expensive
trimming, the thoughts which pass
through her mind afford the devil as
much amusement as though she had let
out string of oaths mile and a half
long.-New York Herald.
Mrs. De Style-'GOod morning nv
little dear! How is your mamma?''
Little Miss De Fashion, Mamma isn't
feeling very we'll to-day. | guess she
was at th' opera last evening. cause
she's awfully hOarSe Good News.
The advent of spring in the skies we trace,
And the breath of the spicy gale,
And the lovely girl with the freckled face
Puts on her spotted veil.
Her ingenuity in this we see
AS she covers spot with spot
And pretty picture indeed is she,
For it suits her to dot.
New York Press.
otis strange how time reverses things,
isn't it?'' Eyes. | suppose 500 Miss
Kidding, whom we Just passed, was
three or four years older than me when
we went to school together. Now, | find
[ am three or four years older than she
is."-Life.
Her eyes, two wells of deathless faith.
Where truth as vet unquestioned Law;
His bright and flushing as the star
That lighted up the world by day.
'Tne'er loved man but thee" she said,
Nor save thee, thy sex's gem,''
And the two old stories were told again,
That night at eleven o'clock p. m
Philadelphia Times.
Darling" he whispered, ''if you
will only promise to marry me l can
promise you future of unbounded hap
piness. Wealth, Jewels and all that
money can buy will be yours"
Sweetheart" she murmured covlv.
laying her hand tenderly upon the lapel
of his Plymouth Rock macintosh, Ppm
something of an advance agent myself,
but you are particularly gifted in that
line. Go up head NEW York Herald.
Where shoppers lined the busy street
saw her pass from store to store,
Through crowds she passed with anxious
feet,
Her face strange expression wore.
What lessons do you learn?' said.
what of life's happiness-life's lisp
She answered as she passed ahead.
I'm learning now to run UP blls'
New York Herald.
"Grayfellow seems greatly changed"
"How so?' Formerly when | saw him
out walking he was always in the COM
pany of some young woman; now he is
always alone" 80. he is married now,
you know."-New York Press.