The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1891-11-25
THINGS WISE AND OTHERWISE.

/ WON CAbAdAlhCu MISS Dtdllilg Mitcil
Sappy spoke of his wish being father
Of his thought.
An Imposition: Bobby Canxious TO
see the circus giant, but seeing only the
dwarf Why, paw, that's the smallest
giant ever heard Of.
Political Editor-0ur opponent has
advanced an unanswerable argument in
his last article. What shall we do
about 1t? Managing Editor (old and
experienced)- Call it sOphistry.
The Great West: City Visitor-Is
that yellow dome in the field yonder
the roof Of another dwelling? Farmer
Blackacres-0h, no; that is a prize
pumpkin / am growing for the county
fair.
The Fate of the First-Born: Bach
elOr philosophers have observed that
the first baby generally gets about nine
ty-fve per cent. of the parental disci-
pline that is devOtedfo the whole fami-
~ Vi cniluTen.
A Discerning Child: Father-Go
to bed, BObble: early TO bed and early
TO rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy
and wise. Bobble (after some medita-
tiOn)-You didn't 90 TO bed very early
when you we're a little boy, did you
papa?
Opportunity for Reflection: Bessie
(sOftly)-I can not give you an answer
tonight, Mr.. Litewate; you must allow
me a month TO think over it. Mr..
Litewate (cheerfully)-yery we'll, and
in the meantime / can think over it
myself.
COmplimeniing the Baby: Mrs.
Youngly exhibiting her first baby
Isn't he noble little fellow, major?
Major conscientious, but anxious 10
please)-Yes. indeed. Why, he has
got hands and feet on him like prize
fighters.
Ocular Demonstration: Professor
Ito the natural history class s)-Young
ladies', | must beg you to give me your
undivided attention. You mot form
a true idea iof the hideous animal we
are studying unless. you keep your eyes
fixed on Inc.
Paid Ills Respects to the Queen
Miss Gotham Ito MIR. Wabash, recently
abroad)-I suppose you were at court
while in London. Mr.. Wabash. Mr..
w. tuneasily)-Well. yes; but the
magistrate let me off with a nominal
fine. How did you hear Of it ?"
Man as an athlete IS an unnitlgated
failure compared to the humble grass
hopper that jumps one hundred times
its own length, and never thinks of
gate money; or the sinewy ant that
drags a chunk Of bread seventy times
its own weight, and doesn't expect the
local paper to mention it.
No Delay About the Bill: A man
noted for not paying his debts, ordered |
a pair of boots from German shoe
maker, and called ten days later TO see
If they were finished. The shoemaker
said: "No; der pools vas not retty
yet awhile, bud der pill vas mate Oudt,
you ped.
A Safer Way: A Scotchman, see
ing a man on his way to the gallows,
asked what crime he had commit
ed. The answer was that the criminal
had been convicted OF stealing sheep.
%, mon, but he's stupid" exclaimed
he Scot "why didna he buy the beasts
IN credit, and then never pay for
hem p
Oh, the anguish of the thought that
We can never atone TO our dead for the
Itinted affection We gave them, for the
light answers we returned TO their
,laints OF their pleadlngs, for the little
reverence we showed TO that sacred
human soul that lived so close 10 us,
md was the divinest thing God hal
yiyen us to know !-George Eliot.
A Misinterpretation: The Professor
enthusiastically)-Go with me, Miss
aura, to the vine-clad hills Of France.
See the = Miss Laura (ready TO fy
With rapture TO his arms)-Do you
mean it, professor? The Professor
turning slightly ale)-Inimagination.
Walk as have walked, among the
peasantry Of Normandy.
Mark their contented lives, and then
Irgue, if you can, that poverty is IN it.
elf a curse. Miss Laura (relapsing
nto dreary apathy)-It is all quite
harming, no doubt,
Old Letters-In the faded ink, on the
ellOw paper that may have crossed and
ecrossed oceans, that has lain locked
n chests for years, and buried under
lies Of family archives, while your
riends have been dying and your hair
as grown whlte-who has not disin- !
erred mementOes like these-from !
ihich the past smiles On you so sadly, !
out of Hades an instant ,
ut to sink back again into the cold i
hades, perhaps with faint, faint !
Ound as of a remembered tone-a
hOstly echo of a once familiar laugh '
sr E? Which Of us that is thirty years S
Ia has not had his Pompeii? Deep
nder ashes lies the life Of youth,-the 8
areless sport, the pleasureand passion,
le darling JOY. You open an old letter
OK and look at your mothers letters