St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-01-23
ALL ABOUT GIRLS.

She-Who gave the bride away? He
Nobody; she brought good figure
Detroit Free Press.
Ask any woman what is a woman's
most interesting age and she Will come
very near telling you how old she is
AtchiSon Globe.
'Alrd how old is this lady that you
want NE so mch to marry?'' ''She mas
seen sixteen years. "Heavensl How
long was she blindg'- Fliegende Blatter.
Julia-So Mr.. Deadgoue got on his
knees to you last night. Didhe do the
thing up right?
Ada-Oh. yes. he made ringing
speech.--Detroit Free Press.
What dear little craft that wife OF
yours is. ELI. Dobson, old boy?'' dear?
call her my revenue cutter. boston
Courier.
Ile-The Van AIstynes seem to be
very popular, don't they? She-Well.
with three manageable sons and no
misunderstanding daughters, they ought
to be.-Bostonian.
The young man who knows enough TO
leave early, bring candy for her brother
and may love to her parents. Will not
find the course Of true love so very
rough Milwaukee Sentinel.
She freading the paper)-Darling. will
| read this new story to you? Good
ness gracious, no; not by any means"
''Well, then, the old story: | want $50
for a new dress. "-Fliegende Blafter.
The cemeteries of the country would
not contain near so many women If the
people who call Oh them did not keep
them standing 50 long in a half-open
door while they say good-by.-Atchison
Globe.
Day-Has old Timelock forgiven you
for clipping with his daughter? Weeks
Forgiven me' [ haven't asked him
since [ discovered he ordered the hack
in which we ran aWay.-New York
Herald.
Jake .Jimpson-W species of bird
do YOU like best? Cora Bellows-W hen
| was child | liked the canary best,
but (blushing} since l grew up /
rather prefer the peppin-jay. New
York Herald.
A maid may love her own sex well,
But ever since the world begal
Revond hundred thousand girls
Shed rather have Il single man.
Philadelphia Times.
Miss Oldmaid- Your room is very
pretty, Miss Rosebud, but | wish you
would drop in and see mine. It's a
perfect museum of curios. III presents.
too. Miss Rosebud Birthday pres
ents?-New York Weekly
He Ito the matrimonial agent)-Pye
married 4he rich party you engaged for
me, but she won't give me any money.
''And what could you ask better? Not
only have you rich wife. but a pru-
dent one" -Fliegende BIatter.
Mrs. De Style--That cloak is Just
lovely so soft and warm. Is it fashion,
able? Dealer-NO. ma'am; it's called
the common-sense cloak. Mrs. De Style
i with sighl-l ct me see your Partisan
shoulder capes.-New York Weekly.
One Of the most dreadful forms OF
White Caps is said to be that which
appears to man at the top of the stairs
with light in its hand about 2 a. H.,
Just as he has succeeded in laSsOelng
the keyhole in It's wild flight and got the
door open.-Philadelph Times.
Said the young man: Can anything equal
my woe.
l proposed to four girls and they ali answered
No
Said his friend: ''That is nothing; behold
my distress.
For spoke TO two and they both said Yes. .
Washington Post.
Watts-Aren't you ever going to get
tired of ''shopping?" You never seem
to bring anything home. Where's the
fascination in it, I'd like to know? Mrs.
Watts-O, like to look at the new
goods, you know, and to see what lovely
things could get if only | had married
ch.-Indianapolis Journal.
In q divorce case in New York town
tile wife exhibits 165 love letters which
her then lover wrote to her in three
months. He sometimes wrote her six
per day, and his shortest notes contain
six pages. He had been married only
six months when he boxed her ears
| Detroit Free Press.
| Together they sat in the cleaning,
And the dimmed lights turned-down glare
| Lit up with shadowed radiance,
The CLINT of her golden hair.
81 heard that hanging by the neck, he said
rs dreadful death to know,
| But this is such capital punishment,
I'd like it forever SO,
Philadelphia Times
Mrs Siimpurse-My dear. | was ut
| terly amazed. shocked to hear you use
such ungrammatIcai expressions while
J talking to Mrs. De Fashion. Why did
you do it? Miss Slimpurse-I wanted
| her to think our family was rich enough
| to have me brought up by the servants.
Good News.
In color are my Maries eyes
Life sapphires in the night.
And in their joyous radiancies
Like diamonds i'll the light;
Her lips are dainty rubies twain,
Like cilerubs of the spring;
My heart doth yearn to hear again
Her laugh of silvery ring;
Her ears unfold like coral sheaths
In tint, in curve, in curl,
Her speech perfume of amber breathes
And falls with gentle purl;
All. true thou art jewel, love,
A masterpiece of old.
| But better still than all above,
Her pa is Is karat gold.
Jewellers CIrpular