The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1892-10-07
THINGS WISE AND OTHERWISE.

~hg thOlCs why, utdf bclucflJ III
quired his mother. "Cause tain't an,
use. can never learn to spell. Thl
teacher keeps changing the words OF
me all the time." me."-Saratoga Sarato
gian.
AT the Opera: Auditor-Why, you
Iprima donna sings like a canary! Man
ager (dryly)-Yes, but her blll is mucl
larger.-Dramatic Mirror.
Bunting-A thought has Just cross
ed my mind. Larkin--And, as usual
you couldn't stop 1t, Of course.
your daughter IS a very substantial
girl" says the proprietress Of q young
ladies' school. "She has no liking for
what is light or frivolous" ut seems
So" replied her mother, regetfully.
Even her bread is heayy."-Brother.
ton Herald.
Hofbauer (on his deathbed)-A last
the time has come for me TO be re-
venged on that Lindenbauer. SO then,
wife, you hear, the wretch is not to be
invited to my funeral.-Unsere Gesell-
schaft.
"Well, John and Laura will graduate
in June" 'Have they learned any
thing % "You bet. John can umpire
game without gittin' licked and Lau-
ra's way ahead of her class in Gro
quetw ATLANTA Constitution.
Chatterton (lecturing) You never
hear me talk to myself Mrs. Chatter
ton somewhat given to the habit)-I
don't blame you, either-Puck.
"The doctor said he'd put me on nv
feet again in two weeks" "Well, didn't
he do it?" "He did, indeed. | had TO
sell my horse and buggy to foot his
bill"
Strategy: "How young Van Slymm
drinks! It's shocking to see a man
put an enemy in his mouth to steal
away his brains" '1n Van SIymm's
case it's an April-fool on the enemy
Puck.
Not Flattering: Crawford-Here
are my new photographs, Barker. Do
you think they do me justice? Barker
They do you justice, but they don't
show much mercy to you.
She was one Of the precocious little
people who are continually embarrass-
ing their elders. Il am glad to see
you 60 to church each Sunday" said
the pastor one Sunday, 'can you re-
member the text ?" ayes, sir"
"What was mine to-day ?" 90" she
replied with confidence, Il said | can
remember them. / never try to-
Washington Star.
The Fisheries Question: "Did you
bring the fask?"
An Annoying Mistake: Stranger
(at Delmonico's to distinguished look
ing erson)-Excuse me, sir, but have
| the honor Of addressing Mr.. Ward
McAllister? Distinguished Looking
Person VERY haughtily)-Sir, | am the |
head aiter.-Munsey's Weekly.
She Would Endure Him: Young
Mr.. Bunn-May ] call upon you, Miss
Mum? Miss Mum oh, yes, Mr.. |
Bum, ] suppose we really ought to NOR
tify ourselves somewhat during Lent
Puck.
Maud-She is woman who has suf-
Sered a great deal for her beliefs. Eth
sl-Dear me- What are her beliefs ?
believes that she can wear
/ No. 3 shoe on a No. 6 foot and a %
nch corset on q 30-inch waist.-Satur-
lay Gazette.
@Does my hair need cutting?" In
Iuired the early customer. The barber
the wide expanse Of cranial
lesert with its fringe Of dropping vege-
alton near the back of the neck and
shook his head. He was an honest
,arber. "No," he said, "as it is now it
ust about balances the eyebrows. -
jhlcago Tribune.
"Happy," my brother? First Of all,
what difference is it whether thou art
lappy or not? To-day becomes yester-
lay SO fast, all to-morrows become yes
erdays; and then there is no question
whatever of the happiness" but quite
mother question.
The only happiness a brave man ever
roubled himself with asking much
bout was, happiness enough to get his
work. done. tits, after all, the one un-
happiness Of man that he can not
york; that he can not get his destiny
s a man fulfilled. Behold, the day is
,assing swiftly over, our life is passing
witty over and the night cometh
wherein no man can work. The night
nee come, our happiness, our unhappi-
less,-lt Is all abolished vanished,
lean gone; a thing that has been: not
f the slightest consequence whether
70 we're happy as eupeptic Curtis, or
Unhappy as Job with pot-sherds. But
'ur work,-behold, that is not abolish
d, that has not vanished: our work,
,ehold, it remains, or the want of it re-
mains for endless times and eterni-
les remains and that is now tho sole
question with US forevermore Brief
day, with its noisy phantasms,
Is poor paper-crowns tinsel-gilt, is
,one; and divine everlasting night,
Nth her star-dladems, with her silences
nd her veracities, is come What
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