St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1892-06-09
EN- PEASANT.

should seek some more secluded nook
for swimming purposes.
1t was on the campus, and the
Guards had been drilling. The lieu
tenant from the regular army was
examining the bugle, which he pro-
nounced as old style, remarking that
the old ones were all being called in
and new ones issued, so that the
same kind of bugle might be in use
among all the regular troops, where
ever situated-thus obviating any
horrible discords whenever the differ
ent companies chacned to come to-
gether.
"Ah, yes" remarked Col. Estey,
who was one of the group to whom
the lieutenant had been talking-'I
understand; what they are after is a
uniform pitch; a very desirable
thing"
Then the colonel looked pleasant;
while the other members of the
group, realizing that the military
gentleman and organ manufacturer
from the would-be governor town
had uttered a state campaign cry,
smiled audibly. 1t was a quiet, but
very neat joke, and proves that
uniform pitch may be made useful
both in military and political sense.
"Fisherman's luck" may occur
while fellow is fishing, or after he
gets back home. We heard of an in
stance the other day which empha-
sizes especially the latter part of the
above statement. A local angler
who chose rather to pursue his fav-
orite sport than to participate in
the exercises of Memorial day (after
the manner of certain presidential
candidate), came back at evening
time with fairly full string and a
very tired body. Leaving his fish on
the veranda, he became so absorbed
in the pleasures of rest as to post
pone the taking care of the fish till
morning. But when morning came
there were no fish to care for. The
household cat Cor perhaps a neigh
bor's) had Jared sumptuously dur
ing the night.
One fish in the frying pan is worth
whole string of them left on the
back veranda.
This little village of ours is looking
very pretty nowadays; but isn't it
just trife inconsistent to NOW the
lawn down to a velvety smoothness
and leave the grass between the side
walk and the roadway looking like
man who has not visited the bar
Der in a long, long time? Why not
complete the picture, and make both
sides of the walk meat as little
red wagon? ?"
During the heated term of last
week a ST. Jobnsbury young lady
who had failed to become posted as
regards some of the apparel in vogue
among ball players, endeavored to
secure a bit of information from her
brother-thus:
Say, Charlie, what is Sweat
er'?"
yesterday was a sweater" re-
piled the brother, laconically.
Speaking of hot weather puns,
this one, perpetrated also during the
late lamented boiling spell, will pass
muster:
81 know of only one place hotter
than it is here" said an Evolutionary
citizen of Hepworth Dixon's Model
Village the other day.
"And where is that, pray, ''iinquired
another.
"Samoa-tomorrow," was the
answer. And when tomorrow came
there was some more
We notice that a new and reada-
BILE department in Harper's Bazaar is
entitled Coffee and Repartee. This
is decidedly appropriate combina-
ton; for we know of nothing that
will surely bring about pleasurable
season of repartee as indulgence in
coffee made after the kings own
heart. And by the way, there is
good deal of inspiration as well as
digestion in lively repartee around
the table, and that meal may be
counted as lacking in something
which is not accompanied by a rea-
sonably full flow of conversation.