The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1893-03-17
THINGS WISE AND OTHERWISE.

the coming man? Miss Passee-That
he is very, very slow.-What's Odd.
The poor old dancing bear had beer
performing for the children, and when
he was through Alice gave the owner q
bright new ten-cent piece. Il hope
you'll get enough she said, ito buy
| the bear some new furs. The ones he
has on are awful worn out. "-Harper's
Young People.
Gross Rudeness: "Are the Wickses
people of re6nement% "No. They
came TO my house to dine the other
night on a verbal invitation" Puck.
As Bad as the Church Fair Stew
Mlstress-Bridget, where are the oyster
crackers that | ordered? Bridget
Faith, mum, an | broke livery one Of
thin, and diul an oyster could / find in
one, and | sint thin straight back
Chicago Inter-0cean.
Danger Of Leading Questions The
minister's wife was laboring with a
lazy member Of the village industrial
school. ELIZA jane" she said, II am
sorry to hear from your teacher that
you are not diligent at your needlework.
Don't you know who it is that finds
work for idle hands to do?" "Yes'm,"
answered Mary Jane, anxious TO pro-
pitiate, ''ycs'm; you do."-Youths'
Companion.
Hatters-Matrimony is the happlest
state a man can get into. Why, you
bachelors don't know anything about it
the comfort, the companionship the
long-tried years Of comradeship with
Flatters-How long have you been
married, Hatters? Ilatters-Er-three
weeks.
Election Inspector (seyerely)- Sif,
have you ever read the Constitution of
the United States? Naturalized Citi-
zen-No; have you? Election Inspect
or-No-o.-New York Week.
Out Of the Abundance Of the Heart:
Mrs. Hayseed (after talking for a quar-
ter Of an hour and getting no answer)-
Thar ye set, jest chawin' and chawin'
with yer mouth always so full Of ter
backer ye can't say word. Mr.. Hay
seed-Mariar, | wish you'd learn ter
chaw terbacker. Life.
Doctor-Why, how is this, my dear
sir? ? You sent me a letter stating that
you had been attacked by measles, and
| find you suffering from rheumatism.
Patlent-Well, you see, doctor, it is like
this: there WASH a soul in the house
that knew how 10 spell rheumatism
Harpers Bazaar.
"Yes, my wife is a great fact "But
why do you call her that p Because
facts are stubborn things"
Little Dot / jus hate that girl.
Mamma We are commanded TO love
our enemies. Little Dot-Yes, know.
but she ISN'T an enemy; she's a friend.
Good News.
McGinnis Thot's a moighty foine
how ovid is it, Pat? Pat
(pouring the last drops into his friends
glass)-Faith, 0i don't know; but it's
ovid ez it ever viii be.-Life.
Wiggins-It seems sad to see Mrs.
Flynn left widow so young. Sprig-
gins-Heavens, mani there's her hus-
band standing right beside her. Wig
gins-Yes, | know; but she married
his money, and that IS all gone.-Chi-
cago Inter-Ocean.
"Sir." said fierce lawyer, do you
on oath, swear that this not your hand
writing 2" Il think not" was the cool
reply. "Does it resemble your writ
ing p Il can't say it does" "Do |
you swear that 1t does not resemble |
your writing?" Il do" "Do you take
your oath that this writing does not re-
semble yours ?" "Te-e-s, sir.D "Now |
how do you know" Cause | can Z
write. r.f.
The Crucial Test of Love: "1'm
sorry" said Mrs. Bronstone, 'I'm sor-
ry / ever married you" "Mariah." " re-
piled Mr.. Bronstone, reproachfully, |
Haven't been a good husband TO you?
Haven't / carried bundles and dohe
and stand home nights ?
Haven't | :" and here his voice was
choked with sobs Of self-pity-"Haven't
| gone to evening musical receptions
with you whenever you askedW But
he could get no further. In a passion
ate excess Of remurse Mrs. Bronstone
had flung herself into his arms and was
begging forgiyeness.-Chicago News.
Man the Destroyer.-You talk Of the
scythe of Time, and the tooth Of Time
tell you Time is scytheless and tooth
less it is we who gnaw like the worm
we who smite like the scythe. Ii is
ourselves who abolish ourselves who
consume: we are the mlliew and the
fame, and the soul of man Is to its own
work as the moth that lrets when-it
can not fly, and as the hidden flame
that blasts when 1t can not illumne.
All the lost treasures of human intel
lect have been wholly destroyed by hu-
man industry of destruction the mar
BILE would have stood its two thousand
years as well IN the polished statue as
in the Parian cliff: but we men have
ground ID to powder and mixed it with
our own ashes. The walls and the
ways would have stood-it is we who