The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1899-10-11
SPINNING WHEEL.
THE BOY IN THE LIBRARY.

half the Greek.
He will excel in painting, with lamp-oiack.
pencils, all;
He's drawn the family portraits upon tne
parlor wall
He'll surely take to sculpture, Tor tnere'
Lies that new bust of Byron that shows a.
nose no more.
Alas! the library's tumbled, my books All
out of place:
his face.
She chideS and then she kisses MIN, WINE
/ my anger keep. .
And now he's in her arms and she is singing
him to sleep
Frank H. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution.
wel-known photographer of New
York recently had his country house over
hauled, says the San Francisco Argo-
naut A new skylght was added and
extensive alterations We're made i'll thc
roof. The men engaged on the job took
their time and did not overwork them
selves. which did not prevent the roofer
from presenting bill almost as steep as
his calling. When the owner of the
house expostulated, it was explained 20
him that the men had to be paid for their
time. and they had spent several days on
the job. mo wonder" said. the pho
tOgrapher; and then he produced Il num-
Der Of snapshot photographs, represent
ing the men on the roof of his house as
taken from the attic window OF an adj
joining building Some We're sitting
smoking, some were reading newspapers.
and others were lying on their backs.
why" said the astOnished rOOfer, these
are my men, Exactly" responded the
owner, land these pictures explain why
they took such a long time over the job
Crimsonbeak-''Y never hear anyone
speak of the white horse and the red
headed girl now
Yeast-.No: l guess the white horses
have all died.
Perhaps it's the girls who have
dyed. '-1onkers Statesman.
While in Tacoma recent Eastern Wis
itor went down on the bridge overlook
ing the railroad tracks and newly made
ground below the bluff, and gazed at 500
government mules ready to be shipped to
Manila. They were a sturdy lot of ami
mails. and with their stamping, kicking,
braying and tail-switching made that
part of Tacoma a lively scene. What
do you think of it?'' asked a Tacoma
friend Quite sight, the visitor re-
piled. You are not So much impressed
with it, then, as Thad Huston was" the
native observed. How: is that?'' he was
asked why, Thad came down here
the other day, and after 4 few minutes
inspection of those mules, remarked:
That's a hell of place to hold a Demo
cratic convention-isn't it?"
THAT man Aguinaldo,' said the COM
placent chump, appears to be indulging
a great deal in peanut politics." How
so?' inquired the young man who never
eats veal. why, isn't he numbered
among those who also ran psf. Paul
Globe.
One of the applicants for consulate
III Japan, while James @. Blaine was
secretary of state, was the late Samuel
Kimberley of Baltimore, who died in the
service in Central America. After he
had presented his credentials, Mr.. Blaine
said: Il should like to appoint you, Mr.
Kimberley, but / have made it a rule
to recommend no one who does not speak
the language OF the country to which he
is sent. Do you speak Japanese?" Cert
t-tainly,, Mr.. Blaine" stammered Mr..
Kimberley; ''a-a-ask me s-s-something in
j -J-Japanese and I'll a-a-a-answer you"
Mr.. Blaine had not a word to say, but
all the same, and Kimberley went to
Central America. One day Kimberley
met a young woman who threw her arms
impulsiyely around his neck and kissed
him. Seeing her mistake, she drew back
and angrily asked: Aren't you Mr..
Kimberley, bowling; sI'm n-n,not, but
w-w-wish to thunder l w-w-was''
The Prompter-"So your wife has
gone into vaudeyilleY'
The Comedian-''Yes.'
The Prompter-" What line of work %
The Comedian-"Oh, curtain lectures,
| suppose. '-Philadelphia Bulletin.
II discovered a peculiar thing in my
room last night" said the snake editor
kissing bug, suppose" said the horse
reporter.
mo; it had four legs and only one
foot" replied the snake editor.
Been mixing your drinks again, eh?"
queried the equine authority. What
was it anyway
"a bed" answered the other, as he
winked knowingly at the office cat.-Bos,
ton Journal.
Our heroine turned like hunted tigress
brought to bay.
why do you pursue me?" she hissed.
Because replied the villain, craftily.
But persecution had transformed Mar,
garet Van AlStyne; she was no longer
the intensely-womanly woman she had
hitherto been.
THAT is no reason at air. she shrieked,
and Roderick SUNK away, crushed and
Inundated. Detroit Journal.
TOT
An English police inspector being in
formed that a hotelkeeper was serving
game out Of season, visited the restau-
rant in plain clothes and ordered dinner:
waiter, partridge for me-" The inspec-
tor finished his dinner leisurely, and then
said to the waiter: ASK the proprietor
to step this way minute" What
for?' Il wish to notify him to appear
in court tomorrow and answer for sell
ing partridge out of season. | am
police officer, and have secured the nee
essary evidence against him." Waiter
ut wasn't partridge you had" Police
Inspector luneasily)- What was it
them Waiter (cheerfully)--'Cro
The Inspector swooned.
-:o-
'.Were there no servants in the intelli-
gence officer asked the wife.
ut was full of EN-" returned the lone
ly husband, ''but they had all worked for
us before. "-Y ouths Companion.