New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-07-15

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and the onerng show. Now, there was Charles
Fish, he continued lie was rider whose equal
on the back Of The horse but the man who was
talking was so absorbed In his "reminiscences that he
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nothing but stand on horses back. anyway Just
nmbly lesped to the horses back but the taikaiiys
man was SAYING that these big shows with three rigs
and, as his old hero Charley Fish reired amid bnrsi
Of applause the man who had been rec0untng tho great
wanted 10 know what the noise all about, any.
way.-(Portland Press.
When Sam Small says that the papers give mors
space 10 the FORMULATION Of inGdelity than TO 70
,Iigous news he is miles away from the fact and u
he doesn't know it he is inexcusaby ignorant.
Wanted the Prevailing style.-ArchItect-A modern
seaside cottage built On this plan would cost you about
Millionaire tdisgusted)-That might 10 for dog.
Architect with rare presence Of mind showing an.
other planl-Yes. sir; that was my idea. II would Do
for the dogkennel Now. here Is the plan for the cot
tage itself which can be built think. for about $780,,
OO0.-(Chicago Tribune.
"The Chicago Tribune" hits the nail the head
when it says that If electrocution' is good word
SO also Is gaowscution." For that matter so d
poisoncution'
THE OLD APPLE TREE
Here's tho old apple tree. where IN boyhood sporo4
When my heart was as nglt as the blossoms u boFei
Where my old maiden aunt by the parSon was c0ureA
In her prlm cap and gown such as ladfes tnen wore
On this rude oaken bench, meath bending bougs
While the wild bee was humming its song In tho tree
There we children Outlines by our elders were treated
To share with their gossip, some cakes and weak tea
Looki here orc the names Of the many now sleeping
OF dear parents ard kindred long gone 10 the tomb
The old apple tree IKE e true ea e n With Sanv sI
bloom
In the glad days Of spring, when the spirit reoces,
When the old apple tree loosls as gay as orioe.
OF the friends who sat here OH the bench by my stdk
And that true lovers knot remember II well
It carved the day when my trst GRIEF oeieu me-
The day Of my parting from sweet Isabel.
oh, the old apple tree. where in boyhood sported,
And the rude oaIen bench, they are stu In Their
nut the dear household faces whose welcome courted,
They have vanished and left me the last IN the race
Iii. COyle in Nick's Magazine.
Now that Russell Sage has come out defender
Of the faith with strong bull" tendencies. who shan
say that Wall street is such very bad place
Too Smart WAITER he said. "brins me some
crabs Ia Beelzebub."
The crabs were brought In due time. devoured and
IiOw's this ~ he inquired. IT'S only 40 cents on
Yes SIR replied the waiter. That's our fsurs
for devied crabs, but when a gent wants cracs u "a
Beezebub charge him like 10 dlable."-(oMeaSo
Tribune.
"The illustrated American" Of this city, has begun
the issue of monthly edition Of that excellent journal
which in matter illustrations and typography Is worthy
of high praise.
Farmer ellison came down from up country the otner
day and brought his boy along to let him see the sights
Paw said the lad, amazed at seeing hearse horsos
trot that amt funer'l, is itf'
dyes It's these city folks hev to hurry IKE sixty 70
ret a man buried fore the mourners furgit I'm "-iDe
tToit Free Press.