The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1892-11-25
THINGS WISE AND OTHERWISE.

wurruck atT To which Pat replied,
rubbing his brow with grimy fist, ''av
0i had me chice Old be bishop !;
sure it's clane, aisy job"
Dialectic: Uncle Abe, what are
you mumbling over that newspaper for
and spelling out the words? / thought
you we're a good reader. Uncle Abe
| (poring over the Detroit Free Press J.
is a tollible peart reader, sub; but
dish yere nigger piece kinder stumps
me. Can't make out nary word.
"Have you read my last novel, my
dear friendy' Certainly" "Well,
and how did you like it?" Il laid the
book down with the greatest satisfac-
ton. From the Italian.
A National Calamity: Subscriber
You have brilliant future before you.
You can save the country. Editor
And will John, hand me my scis-
sors. John-If you please, sir, they're
lost. Editor-Alas, my poor country !
Atlanta Constitution.
A True Prophet: Young Medical
Man-Thank goodness. | have pulled
through the examination at last. Ii is
horrible to think of all the hard work /
have had 10 20 through these last four
years. Elderly Practitioner We'll,
there is one consolation; you won't
have anything 10 do for long, long
while now.--Der Fob.
Prospective Generosity: Mamma
Tommy, why didn't you share your
peach with Dolly? Tommy gave
her the stone if she plants it, she can
have the tree.-July.
Reynard-He called me q coward, a
bully and a liar; would you advise me
to fight him ? Axle-I don't see what
else you can do; ycu would probably
lose suit for SANDER.
MisappIied Truth: "Just look at
himw said a new lawyer in Pennsyl-
vania court, "there is villain written
upon his very brow. lie has the hang
dog look Of the murderer. / ask you,
gentlemen, to look at him and say If
you ever saw worse frontispiece on a
mortal :" The court linterrupting)-
THAT, sir, is the states attorney you
are pointing a" "Very well, your hon
or, even the truth is sometimes misap-
piled. columbus Post.
Doctor" said the dying editor, Il
have one last favor to ask Of you"
Name it." said the doctor. Il want
you to attend the editor Of the other
paper"
Old Lady Ito chemist) | want box
Of canine pills. Chemist What's the
matter with the dog? Old Lady Gn-
dignantly)-I want you to know, sir,
that my husband is a gentleman.
Chemist puts up some quinine pills in
profound silence. Pharmaceutical Era.
The Clubs Revenge: Yesterday !
told Schelegelmayer that his club con-
sisted Of blockheads, and today / hear
that / have been elected an honorary
memberw -Fliegende Blatter.
The people who would have done so
and so, If they had been there, never
get there. Rams Horn.
The Woes Of Graduate: Fiddle
back-I hear, Miss Somerset, that you
spent several weeks in preparing your
graduation essay. How was it receiv-
ed? Miss Somerset didn't read it
after all. Fiddlehack-What? Not
read it, Pray what was the trouble ?
Miss SOmerset-My dress didn't come
in time--Cloak Review.
Young Author-You have read my
new novel, | suppose? Laconic Friend
Yes. Y. A.-What, in your judg-
ment, ought that to bring me? L. f.
-Remorse.-Ex.
A Grand Plan: "How do you make
your paper 20, anyhow? / never see it
anywhere" ave PRINT pictures Of
prominent men and they buy it" ITO
distribute on' NO. 70 ues0Oy
ruck'
Work.-All true work is sacred in
all true work, were it but true hand
llabour, there is something Of divine
ness. Labour, wide as the earth, has
it's summit in Heaven. Sweat Of the
brow and up from that TO sweat Of the
lh~o;r ewoaf of the heart which IN