The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1898-03-25


sion," said the affable man. Are you
sure II wasn't a subsequent oneT re-
piled the crusty one.
Jin-'1s GIL a good Judge OF cigarsY'
Bill-'1 think he must be. He had two
last night, and he gave me one He
must have kept the best one" -Yonkers
statesman
In their stateroom: Brown-"Con-
found you, you're using my tooth
brushg" sonderhausen-"I beg your
pardon / linked It vos re ship's."-
Pick-Me-Up.
Jabbers-'T woke up last night and
found burglar In my room" Havers
Catch himT Enthusiastically
not I'm not making a collection Of
burglars. Puck.
He-"f told your father we expected
to be married next month, and he was
Wild" sbe-"What did he sayT He
HE wanted to know why we couldn't
make 1t next week-"-Puck.
Once friend OF mine and | agreed
that 1t would be helpful for each Of us
to tell the other his faults" How did
1t work. I'VE haven't spoken for
nine years. Record.
"sinpkIns has got over his
nervous prostration-" Pease-"How
can you tellY' Hubbard-"Why, / met
him on the street last night, and he
wanted to borrow twenty dollars
Puck
The COUNT hat been told. mad
anne, your daughtaire hat re bad tenn
paire." The Mamma-"Ah, yes, count,
but you know she loses her temper so
easily" The Count-"Ah, how loafiy."
Detroit Journal
AT no time" said the philosopher. rs
q man so willing to take the burden
from the weak shoulders OF frail wo-
man as when she is harassed with the
care Of large and paying property
indianapolis Journal.
He-"The sight Of an old school-mate
is-er-well, 1t might he called both
meat and drink" She-"Yes, that's
what you men usually do under the cir
cumstances." He-"EhY' She-"Meei
and drink" -IndIanapolis Journal.
Il suppose classical music is all right
In its place." said Maud Pm sure II
Is" replied Mamie; Il don't care tc
listen to 1t myself, but sometimes you
have to play 1t in order to get a man
to 90 home. "-Washington Star.
these shoes you sold me last weeh
squeak so that they keep me awake
nights" said the customer, entering the
shoe-store. my dear SIR" replied the
shoe-dealer. reassuringly, you should
Mt sleep In them. "-Yonkers States
man.
Valet Ito officers fiancee)-"My lieu
tenant has sent me TO bring you thi'
bouquet of flowers plucked by his Owl
hands" Fiancee-"Oh, how poetic
And how long II must have taken t
gather themw Valet-"Indeed, miss, /
took me nearly three hours"
Clerk-'I wouldn't like to cut thi
piece of lace just for one yard, madam
and, besides. that isn't enough to trim
anything" Shopper-"Oh. l didn'
want it for trimming; but It's so nic'
TO have piece of lace about the hous'
as an heirloom, you know."-Puck.
do you like being under the mlstle
toe?" he asked, tenderly. just after tn
thirty-ninth kiss. She looked into hi
eyes and sighed. "All l have to say,
she murmured, 'is that my last dyini
: wish will be TO have some of 1t plante'
on my grave" Then they resumed
Puck.
"Why has Mrs. Langdon left her hus
band and gone back TO her parents?
'.She got to rummaging through his pa
pers the other day and found the re
celpt for his first wife's engagement
ring. II cost twenty dollars more tina
he paid for the second one.'-Chicag
News.
African Explorer fdumbfounded)-
, "What, you, Clarence We're de We're. |
the heart of darkest Africal What 1
the world are you doing hereT Cla
ence We're de Vere-"I'm wearing th
> necktie Miss Darling gave me &c
Christmas. l promised her l woul'
you knowT-Puck.
"You have been very generous In bul
= ing Mabel new gowns" remarked Mr.
Cumrox. yes" was the reply;
, don't like that man who pays her $
!. much attention" Il don't see whs
, that has to do with It," Il desire
: give him something to think aboI
q when l ask him II he can support h'
. in the style to which she has been a
customed. Washington Star.
!. Papa Brindle-"Matllda. l seriousl
: object TO you encouraging the attel
lions OF that young Spooler. He is Il
most rakish-looking youth ever saw
Matllda-"Xhat do you mean, papa
u Papa Brindle-"Why. l mean the wa
he wears his hat on one side" Matild
y THAT isn't rakishness, papa" Par
Brindle-"What is It, thenT Matilda
e sIts a boil."-Cieveland Plain Dealer.
Il never saw man so cut up as o.
n Rox is over the death Of his book-kee
er. And yet you have always said TIL
q he had no heart and regarded his er
ployes as mere machines" I'm Il
YOU something on the quiet. The boo
y keeper was about three thousand dc
lars behind in his accounts. and o