Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1900-06-12

I@ the lady from over the hHlhS,
And again she shook her fiaXen Rcad
and ciyilly answered Nelh
THE devil you have.' the Marshal said
To the lady from over the KElhe
Ana again the lady shook her head
And civi!ly answered, "Neln
Now. what do you mean by shaking your
And always answering Miner
"4rh kann NIGHT Englisch," civilly said
The lady from over the Rhine.
John C. SAKE.
John Allen, whose career IN Congress
has made the little town Of Tupelo ia
nous, knows more good stories than any
other member of the House, says Les
lies Weekly. One of the best in his
Iepertory is the tale of the darky and
the 'possum, which was told in the Sen
ate cloakroom the ether day apropos Of
the patronage Senator Depew is sup
posed to enjoy, but which is quietly alb
sorbed by his senior colleague. A negro
epicure caught fine large poSsum,
skinned, dressed, and hung 1t before a
D.azlng fire under spreading tree, and
while it was baking to q deIectabe
brown lay down on the ground and went
TO sleep beside 1t. About the time the
possUm was done sleek little darky
happening that way stole the 'poSsum
and ate it all up. Then he took the
bones and laid them down in front OF his
Sleeping brother, creased his lips with
p0ssum grease and smeared 'possuD.
grease over his fingers. When the own
or OF the possum awOke he looked about
dazed and surprised to find his piece
de resistance gone, but the bones lay
III front of him, he saw the grease upon
his fingers, and tasted it upon his lips
rs it pos BILE, he said. I dun eat dat
|
,possum, |, tas 'possum, an dar is de
bones. 1t sartainly do look Xix l mus
hab eat him, but TO gracious DAT dar
possum dun hab less feet on my con-
sutton dan emmy ole 'possum | ever did
eat befo''
That is the way with Depew," said
the man who repeated this story. He
should have patronage. it looks as if he
id have patronage but TO gracious
dat dar patronage has less feet on his
cons tuition dan emmy. ole patronage he
ever did have befo''"
He-"A funny thing happened up al
the climbers the ether night. May
Bllmber, You know. is quite a whistler.
ana she walked over TO the piano. ana
sat down. and was just going TO whistle
her best piece.
Shelves, go on
He-'Charles Linseed was there. and
be didn't know about her whistling tai
ent. And so when she looked IN nj him
with her mouth all puckered he thought
it was an invitation and kissed her.
She-"Did he? Was-was if Duckerod
like this ?''-Cleveland Plain Dealer
O'Brien-"So Casey and Costigan
fought for Miss Kelly's hand, and Casey
won! Thin OF suppose Casey got her.
o Rourke-"No; Costigan got the prize,
She said she wanted the mon she could
lick siest.'-Puck
Champ Clark lives in a small house at
Bowling Green, as modest as any in the
district. When he visits or campaigns in
the various counties at every Democratic
household he is welcome. He has a
buggy furnished him by every admirer
to carry him to the next stopping place.
How do you do, Mr.. Clark" said the
mother Of one Of these Democratic house
holds when he appeared unexpectedly at
the door during the campaign.
I'm sick. was his reply.
What can | do for you?" she asked
You can give me bed" he muttered.
He was ushered at once into one of the
big bedrooms, and without word
stretched himself and went to sleep ieav-
ing when he was rested to make speech
farther on.
One Of the clements of his strength lies
in the fact that he is really vain and
boastful of his constituents. He is
known throughout the district to glory
IL the friendship Of those stout old char
acters who are esteemed in their section
for nrobity and honor.
CLARK blows sO,' said a resident of
Gasconade county; ''he never gets tired
Of telling about his constituents. He's
got a man over in Pike with a beard I
feet and 6 inches long. and keeps it tied
up. Clark never gets tired of telling how
that fellow votes for him all the time
There's another man with nine sons who
votes for him-sOnS and all-and he
blows about them"
He unused over this and then relented
sufficiently to add land well he arter''
1t is the dead of night. This is not an
other story. understand.
With straining ears the woman listens
She hears her husband enter the house
and walk swiftly through the DarOr.
"Ah. mel" she signs. "He has knocked
nothing over, The room is not yet arts
tically furnishedN'
She cries softly to herself awhile and
then resolves upon the morrow to buy a
few additional loads of bric-a- brac and
try anew.-Detroit Journal.
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