The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-08-31
BRIGHT BITS.

IT grieves ones sympathetic soul TO learn that
the Emperor or China IS very fond of oysters,
and never an ~ in the whole Chinese alpha
bet.-DetrOit Free Press.
II WAS kicked by horse when was little,
and knocked senseless,' said Chappie.
How soon do you expect to recover" asked
the cynical Maude.-Judge.
SHE loved him, but her love was vain,
She felt her heart was spiiced;
But she will think it we'll again
As soon as she is spliced Judge.
"HENRY," sobbed his fiancee, Il heard that
you tiirted in the mountains with some other
girls"
know me when they come back to town. 3"
Judge. s-
SHE Chesitatinslyl- This is very sudden, Mr-er
-er-Smith, is it not? We only met last night,
and
He-But reflect. Tvs onlya week to stay here.
and there are forty other girls at the hotel and
about two men.-Jttdge.
UNCLE SILAs (reading)-Stffe-ny & Co. have
made a solid silver epergne for New York
lady. 1t is valued at Sl,496
Aunt Betsy-That's downright extravaganza.
l never had an apr'n in my life that cost over
IS ents.-Je1cetlers' Weekly.
PoEr-What do yon think of these verses?
just wrote them off on the inspiration of the
moment.
Cynic-If you can get some editor to accept
| be doing very we'll, indeed.-Hdrper's Bdzdr
KATE FIELD declares that the grocer sells
more poison than the saloonkeeper. and now
comes Fraulein Lepper, who says that next TO
alcohol the greatest curse OF the nineteenth
| century is tea Shade of Cowper. VIII some
agitator next discover that cold water is an in
| decentralization Free Press.
A SATISFACTORY ExPLANATIoN-Mr. Green
| ought seems to me that was a pretty light
| ton of coal you sent to my house to-day, Mr..
Coke.
Coal Dealer-Why, that load was of the best
quality, sir full of gas and tar, you know, and
| those things don't weigh much.
Mr.. Greenough-O, excuse me; had forgot
ten about that!-Pttck.
BREAK, break break.
| On the cold gray stones, 0 sea!
But the rocks" l had. when came down here,
| Will never come back to me.
Broke, broke, broke
Ny brain is in q whirl,
| o, why did blow in" my hard earned dust
| On that jilt of summer girl?
brooklyn Eagle.
He from his paper)-Just think of it, if there
was only one potato left IN the world, it would
be better to wipe out the whole OF Paris or Chi
| cago rather than to have it destroyed.
She ian optimistic should think it would be
better 70 destroy it. and then some one would
| find a lot of them in cellar or some place that
| had been overlooked.
| (And she will never know what he started to
| say, because he was interrupted by a spasm,
and then read his paper hard PUCK.
"JusT."-
| Just tall enough to be graceful,
| just dainty enough to be neat,
| just dress enough to be tasteful,
just modest enough to be sweet.
Just tears enough to be lender,
| Just signs enough to be sad.
| Tones soft enough to rerReTnber-
| Your heart thro' the cadence make glad.
| Just meek enough for submission,
| Just 'bold enough to be brave,
| Just pride enough for ambition,
| Just thoughtful enough to be grave.
Generous, true and kind hearted,
| Pure as the angels above,
| From her may never be parted,
| For such is the woman love.
| DUPONT, Ga, Aug. 80, 1891. LINTON.