Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1899-02-02
AROUND THE EVENING LAMP.
Time land women) will tell.

Time land woms : will tell.
The occurrence of dismal weather
furnishes good opportunity to regain
ones grip, but there is no consolation
in the cold fact.
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The way woman shuffies pack
of cards." says the Feminine Observer
in the Philadelphia Times, sis pretty
certain indication of her character. "
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The menu was about like this:
Soup.
Roast Beef. Roast Lamb. Veal Potpie
or Pork.
Sweet Potatoes. White Potatoes.
Cole Slaw.
| Bread and Butter.
Pie.
| Coffee.
| 1t wasn't very swell looking place,
but thought l would try dinner
th,re. OF the main dishes, / selected
roast beef, and very fair piece it was,
too. had to wait only a few minutes
before the dinner was brought me and
found the food generally satisfactory.
The soup, the beef, the coffee and the
pie were the principal part of my meal,
and left enough cole slaw, potatoes
and bread to keep another man from
for my dinner i asked the cashier how
| they provided SO much so cheaply.
"We do it, she answered SEN
tentiously. "And on market days we
have poultry All this for 10 cents !;
is it any wonder l asked how they
did it?
Here is a pointer for carnation
growers:
w. r. Shelmire, the Chester county
carnation expert, says the best cut
tings of carnations are from plants
that are growing and blooming in the
regular houses and making good
strong healthy growth. .,, Cuttings from
plants recently moved or kept in cold
frame or cold house are not likely to
take root. To set draw burrows across
the sand of the potting box with a
knife and a piece of lath or straight
stick for ruler about the width of the
lath apart. Put in the cuttings about
an inch apart, and with row in place
lay the lath fat on the sand next to
tho cuttings and top it with small
hammer to settle the sand and draw
the furrow along the of side for the
next lot. When all are in give the
sand good soaking;
49,
Sometimes the will is. taken for the
deed, but not at Recorder Clark s
Office. There it's the deed that counts.
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Tho Detroit News is responsible for
this:
Clayton possesses Justice of the
| ,,,t,n &c haAnn, 4
marrying justice, and his services arc
often sought from afar. He is a
thorough believer in newspaper adver
Using, and his advertisement in the
home paper reads: t,...=
II a mans in love, THAT'S his bust
ness.
III a girls in love, that's her business
Ii they contemplate matrimony, that's
my business. THOMAS TALL,
Justice of tho Peace.
p. ST. always reserve the right to
kiss the bride. Terms liberal. Time
given IL desired. Wood taken in part
payment.
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Only conservative women and those
with slender purses use plain stationery
in these days, for fashion has decreed
any amount of embellishments and left
it to the fancy of each woman, says an
exchange. She may use her crest or
coat-of-arms. If she possesses it, OF
may adopt device to suit her taste.
She may limit her ornamentation to an
initial or use monogram, more or less
elaborate, or even her Christian name.
Whatever she elects to use must be
placed in the upper left corner of her
writing paper or in the middle of the
Il oh ,k.
Cream and the various shades of blue
are most popular, although stationers
are eternally offering novelties both in
;; color and texture, and women are
always being tempted into buying,
often to their regret.
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From q Souvenir Song Book b,
members of the Eighth Army Corps.
published in Manila, the Chicago
! Record prints the following by George
w. Moulton of the First South Dakota
Regiment:
, ~ am lying in my tent, sweet Marie.
And my soul with rage is pent up in G.
For know almighty well
You have caught another fel,
And yonr thoughts no longer dwell, love
with me.
when we kissed last good-by tearfully,
i You hut worked girlish guy of on me.
Oh, you sweet. bewitching jade.
What clever game you've played,
For your tears were ready madesweet Marie
when donned the soldier blue, swee
Marie.
I Like picnic woodtick you stuck to me,
And the smile you used to wear
! Was as full Of cleaning glare
{ As d sunbeam on tear, sweet Marie.
g How your cunning head you'd lay lovingl,
On my bosom, while you'd say things to me
There you'd rest In loving pose,
Right beneath my very nose,
Q Swiping buttons off my clothes, swee
Marie.'
The Spectator.