The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1899-02-09

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paper mans ankle, and asked gruffiy:
"What are you doing up there?"
"Trying to find out about the fire."
replied Mr.. Brill hastily glancing
down.
"Well, that's all right" replied the
copper. "You can read all about it in
the papers tomorrow morning"
Then he jerked the reporter down in
to an ash barrel, and startling story
was nipped in its inception.
A single young man heard the banns
called in church one day. Perhaps he
had not always been very attentive to
the service; or perhaps marriages we're
more frequent than usual that season,
for the ordinary announcement seemed
to make an impression on him. At
dinner that day he observed thought
fully, as if he was communing with
himself:
"They must be large family!'
"Who2" asked the company, for the
speaker was silent man and one
whose remarks were few and far be-
tween.
"Why those Spinsters," he answered
gravely. "There was another of them
called in church today"
He thought it was proper name
It'd Bits.
"YOu had an item this morning IN
your paper, sir" said the rough looking
caller, "about Fletcher Meginnis NOV
ing to another part of town."
eyes, sir" replied the man at the city
editors desk, 81 presume we had"
"Well, want it Strengthened"
"What's wrong about itp"
"You congratulated him on getting
into better neighborhood."
"Are you Mr.. Meginnis?"
"No sir. 1 live in the house next
door to where he lived. We consider
that item, sir, slur on the neighbor-
hood, and we want something done
about it,"
"That item," said the editor, inspect
ing him, "was brought in by one of
the reporters. Well fix it all right
tomorrow morning"
Accordingly the next issue of the
Daily Circumstance contained the fol-
lowing:
yesterday morning in noting the
removal of Mr.. Fletcher Meginnis from
Mullygrub Square, to Diekor Avenue,
we congratulated him on getting into
better neighborhood. We wish now
to congratulate him on getting away
from Mullygrub Square alive"
A droll story of the matinee-hat
comes from Paris. Sitting in theatre
in a hat of startling dimensions, a la
dy heard voice behind her: els there
no good sense left? Are we to have
our view of the stage blocked by PEG
pie in hats like that?"
The protest, which was made by
stout gentleman, became so vehement
that the lady arose and walked out. A
week or two later, at another theatre,
she found herself sitting behind stout
parsonage, with great head and two
huge ears that stood out like fans. At
once she perceived that it was her as
sailant of the previous occasion. So,
addressing the audience at large, she
said:
"Is there no good sense left? Are
we to have our view of the stage
blocked by people with ears like these
in front of me?"
After few moments of this elO-
quence the ears retreated in discOm-
future.
The mixed element of parti- colored
criminals who crowd the benches and
fill the corridors of the recorders court,
says the New Orleans Picayune, was
enlivened Tuesday morning by scene
that was we'll calculated to disturb
the seriousness of police justice. An
old darkey was arrested for preaching
on the levee. 1t was evident that the
court could not appreciate the sacred
ness of the preachers mission, unless
it was carried on IN church. He there
fore inquired of the culprit what he
was doing on the levee.
"Preachin' de Gospel, sahI'
"That's no place to preach it"
"Boun' to preach it somewhat,
sah!"
"Nowhere but in the church. If I let
you go on in this way, you'll be coming