The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1893-04-14


, list-Madam, your dog snaps at M
every time / pass. Here becomes now
[Starts off, Old lady-SportI Sport
] you foolish dogl Come here. Then
amt bones. Them's legs.
i AT Bobby's Expense: Bobby
: Wouldn't it make noise to stick I
pin in the balloonI Little Johnny
You bet Let me stick one in yours
Il have changed my mind, said Mr.
Poots loftily, when bis wife reminded
him that be had promised her q new
hat. Il pity the one you changed
WITH" said Mrs. Poots scornfully.
Orator-Yes, gentlemen and follow.
citizens, the wealth Of the country is in
its soil Old Hayseed Gn back seat)-
Guess ye never tried farmin'. did ye Z
A Terrible Possibility: Mr.. Vox
Populi-ln the words of the great phil
osopher, let me make the songs of O
nation, and / care not who makes the
laws. Mr.. Fiat Justitia-But if you
sing the songs, Voxy, want to make
the laws.
Her Regrets: Daisy (aged -
Mamma, / don't like Kitty Smith, and
| don't want to 20 to her old birthday
party. What shall ] do? Mother
Why, send your regrets. This Is
what Daisy wrote: MY Dear Kitty
Il am very sorry that you are going to
have a birthday party. Daisy Jinks."
He had been postmaster for most Of
his life and the end was at hand. "Are
you resigned 2" kindly inquired the
minister. Never" cried the old man
fercely. Il may die, but will never
resign" And he passed away as he
had lived.
why don't you run a paper like
that 2" q country merchant said TO his
editor, throwing him Chicago daily.
For the same reason you don't run a
grocery store like that" the editor re-
piled, turning to halfpage advertise
ment Of a Chicago house, showing a
twelve story building.
At Murfreesboro o Confederate SOL
soldier was rushing 20 the rear with all
the speed he could command. An off,
Ger hailed him and sneeringly inquired
Why he was running away so fast from
the Yankees. The soldier, without stop
ping, yelled back: Because | can't
hy."
Distracting Customer-WeIl, Shears,
what did you think Of the blsh-
ops sermon on Sunday? | saw you
in church. Barber--Yes sir; but to
tell the truth there was a man sat in
front Of me whose hair wanted cutting
so badly that I couldn't hear q word.
Almost a Swin1le: "Well, ] de-
clare. It's soobadI." exclaimed a maid |
en- Of the Sixteenth Presbyterian chnrch. |
"What is it?" THAT young pastor Of
ours. When he was preaching on trial
he never breathed a word about his be-
ing engaged, but as soon as the church
called him he went right of and got
married. He's fraud, that's what be
is"
In the Hands of Friends: II as
sure you, gentlemen" said the con-
vict, upon entering the prison, "that
this place has sought me and not / the
place. Ny own affairs really demand
all my time and attention, and | may
truly say that my selection to ill this
position was an entire surprise. Had
consulted my own interests | should
nave peremptorily declined to serve;
but, as am in the hands Of my friends,
see no other course but to submit"
A Disguised New Englander
5prinks-"Waiter, amt ye got no pie
or breakfast" "No, sir nebber have
10 pie for breakfast" "Just hear that Z
no pie for breakfast in Flondyl {
Who ever heard of q civilized place not I
lavin' pie for breakfast? Fust thing I
We know they'll tell us they don't have
/ for dinner and supper" II
Old College Essays: How strange
he epigraphs look in those half :
,oyish hands, and what a thrill
be sight of the documents gives
me after the lapse Of q few lustres
How fate, since that time, has removed o
ome, estranged others, dealt awfully .
nth all. Many a hand Is cold that !
yrote those kindly memorials, and that
ve pressed in the confident and gener- !
us grasp of youthful friendship. What !
,assions our friendships were in those =
Id days, how artless and void of doubt !
low the arm you were never tired Of
aving linked In yours under the fair '
ollege avenues or by the river side 0
Tas Withdrawn of necessity, when you
ntered presently the world, and each =
arted to push through the great mob .
n the way through life ! :. There are
ssays and poems, along with grave !
arodies and boyish exercises (Which 2
re at once frank and false, so mirthful, :
ct, somehow, 80 mournfuD, by youth 2
II hands that shall never write more.
ate has interposed darkly, and the .
oung voices are silent and the eager
rains have ceased to work. This one
ad genius and q great descent, and a
semed destined to honors which now
re of little worth to him that had vir- y
10, learning, genius--every faculty p
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