The Port Gibson reveille. [volume] (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1890-current, 1894-08-17
THINGS WISE AND OTHERWISE.

VINO WAS making MS closing speech,
Il shall deliver no lengthy address.
| shall only call your attention to the
fact that it has been placed in evil
dence that the gentleman who is my
client had, before the crime, been ia
the habit Of attending 5 o'clock teas
Voluntarily" And "A few minutes
later the jury returned a verdict find
ing the murderer insane.
The parlor maid is busy cleaning
the doormat which exhibits the le-
gend, Salve (Welcome) in capital let
ters. The footman comes upon the
scene and inquiries: "What is the
meaning Of that word, Fraulein An
na?" "Thal is Latin, you ignoram.
us, and means please wipe your
feet. Der Bar.
He-I had a queer dream about
you last night. Miss Louisa. | was
about 10 give you a kiss, when sud-
denly we were separated by a river
that gradually grew as big as the
Rhine. She-And was there no
bridge, no oboat?-Fliegende Blaetter.
Young Wife (atteIephone)-Is that
the Office Of the telephone company?
| want to talk with Cyrus WinterbOt-
tom. I'm his wife, and. Telephone
Girl-Number? Young Wife Mum
Der? I'm his first and only. you in
sulting creature!-Chicago Tribune.
A curate Of London was so over
come with nervousness when preach
ing his first sermon, the subject be-
ing the Prodigal Son, that when he
came to the words, "put ring on his
finger" he could not stop, but went
or, "and bells on his toes, and he
shall have music wherever he goes. f"
Life is acomedy to him who thinks,
and a tragedy to him who feels
Horace WalpOle.
An aspiring girl was speaking Of
her literary attempts to an older witt
er. She was especially anxious TO
know what color of ink she should
use, aud whether to write on ruled
or unruled paper. After these points
we're settled she drew sigh Of salts
faction. "Now," she said, 81 feel
sure can do something. The only
hard thing" she continued, innocent
ly, sis to find something TO write a.
bout. If / only had something to
say, Pm sure l could write perfectly
WE'LL"
George A. Sala was once asked by
Il very corpulent lady how she should
dress in attending a fancy ball !.
"Well," f" replied MIR. Sala. as he sized
up the ample proportions Of the lady,
eff l were you / would put a frill a.
round my neck, don a light-red dress
and 90 as a ham," Quite witty, very
ilI-mannered, and rough enough for
a ham-fat minstrel.
Used tho Wrong Powder: A young
lady living on North Meridian street
had an experience the other evening
She was upstairs, and had just turned
out her light when she heard caller
ask for her. She made q dive for her
powder-puff in the dark and busted
her face. She went to the parlor
and found a distinguished stranger,
on whom she was anxious to make an
impression. He appeared rather nom
plussed at her looks, but being a man
of the world he said nothing. She
sat and chatted gracefully, and had a
delightful evening. AS soon as he
was gone she rushed to the mirror, as
every girl does when her beau leaves.
She went off into Mysteries, for in her
haste and the dark she had dipped
her powder puff into box of pulver-
lied charcoal, and she had the make
up of an amateur colored minstrel.
The contrast to her dainty organdie
gown and blonde hair was very fun
ny, but she never smiled again.-In-
dianapolis Sentinel.
Visitor lat dinner Aren't you 60
ing to eat any meat, Tommy Tom
my-No'm, / guess not. Mamma
said / wasn't to have any if you took
it twice.-Chicago Tribune.
Mystery OF the Clouds.
That mist which lies in the morn
ing so softly in the valley, level and
white, through which the tops of the
trees rise as If through an inundation
why is It is heavy? and why does
it lie SO low, being yet so thin and
frail that it will melt away utterly in
to splendor of morning, when the
sun has shone on it but a few mo-
ments more Z? Those colossal pyra-
mids, huge aud firm, with outlines
as of rocks, and strength to bear the
beating of the high sun full on their
iery fanks-whY are they so Light
their bases high over our head, high
over the head OF Alps +? why will
these melt away, not as the sun rises,
but as he descends, and leave the
stars of twilight clear, while the val
lev vapor gains again upon the earth
like a shroud
Or those war-clouds that gather on
the horizon, dragon-crested, tongued
With fire how is their barbed
strength bridled ? what bits are these
they are champing with their vapor-
Gus lips finging off fakes Of black
foam !? Leagued leviathans Of the
Sea of Heaven, out Of their nostrils
poeth smoke, and their eyes are like
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