The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1893-01-01

sir. Do back Use dot bod an Sanity
Tlaus followin' ne round now, an ! dom
want any more"
She was a young woman from another
Indiana town spending the holidays in In
d~ianapolis. Some one had been speaking
of the difficulty strangers often experienced
in finding their way about the city owing
TO the confusing angles made by the dag
onal streets.
Il don't see how anybody oan lose their
way in this town." said tho visitor. with
scorD in her tones for people with SO little
idea of location. ut is the easiest place to
go about in by ones self that L ever saw. l
have been here many a time. but from the
very first | was never turned around or
confused in the least as to my where
abOuts."
Then she put on her wraps. and started
to walk down Meridian TO Washington on
an errand; but, before she got TO Washing
ton, she wandered around the Circle three
times. and when, In desperation, she finally
got off 1t, she was found on Pennsylvsnla
street, at the City Library corner. with her
eyes looking hopefully up Massachusetts
avenue. whittier her feet were only kept
from straying. by an acquaintance, who.
fortunately. happened along in time to
read her In the right direction.
A prominent contractor and builder and
stanoh Republican. on the North Side. re-
called a carload of people one evening last
week with a joke which he delights to
spring in the midst OF O political discussion.
Tho incident is connected with one
of the contractors men-a dull, slow
fellow but a fair workman. One morning,
q few days before the late election, the
l. - -
AZ a tardy. hour. An unusually
large political meeting had convened the
night before. which the workman had at
tended. He appeared to be struggling with
some great mental problem and finally his
employer inquired:
well. Sam. what's the matter7"
"Oh, nothing particular" growled Sam,
"only I'd like to know who tins man Chase
is they are all talking aboutf"
"Ye zods" exclaimed the contractor,
don't you know that Mr.. Chase is the
Governor of the STATED"
lis hef Well. that's news TO me-" was
the laconic answer, and the enlightened
citizen scratched his head vigorously, as
his boss turned away in disgust and sighed:
samuel. III no wonder you are q Demo-
GRAFT" =
She is q woman who rides the temperance
hobby. In season and out of season she
breaches temperance, and enlarges upon
INC eNils VI tDo rum power NO man,
woman OF child within her reach. no mat
ter how free from any tendency to indulge
in soul-destroying beverages. can hope to
escape her free lectures on drink" Being
n woman of one idea. she might naturally
be expected TO be proud of the fact, and to
wish il celebrated; but there was never a
madden woman than she when she was told
the other day that one good friend had
said of her 10 another good friend: Mrs.
A woul be a pretty good sort of
woman if she would only let whisky
alone!"
1t was a common remark that she had
often made herself about poor. weak male
specimens of humanity. but she hasn't vet
got over feeling insulted at the new appli-
cation of IL. +
Miss Doty. the young hopeful of the
family. had been Ill for some time. and
when partially recovered. her mamma
placed her by the window. 1t was late In
the afternoon and Doty spied the faint
crescent of the moon In the blue sky. "Ob.
mamma" she cried. what a good Joke on
tn moon. 'Teint dark yet, an he come too
early" +
Last week a tramp came to our house,
said a citizen in q ~neighboring to ~nship.
NJ wife gave HIM a good meal, which he
criticicised, but | said nothing. Then be
spat upon the floor. but l told wife not to
MIND IL. Next he said that | was a mean
looking old wretch. but | told wife to keep
her temper. ~ it might he near the truth.
he turned 10 nv wife and made an insult
ing remark. and still 1 kept my temper.
But hen he began TO repeat the free-trade