The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1902-05-23

Tae write j. prenter's nukes.
Save s a.! When Sanders talks the pen
Tae max the bits O. news, ~
Wha Wadna be the copy boy
Tae STAINS near Sanders shoes? III
Tae stan near Sanders shoon, an TAX
The muckle things he'd write! &$
Ioot, lad! "Twad be n dousy check.
For leaders he'd indite! "a,
| Hoot, laddie! Laddie, think O. it ~
= twaline paragraph
Mtcht verra weel be somethin' like
a thoosan' dollar draf'! E
An when he wrote the blackface heads
The .1nes they ca scare
| Losh. laddie! Such take as that
Wad max 4 meelionaire!
Baltimore American.
Delegate Mark Smith OF Arizona is
one Of the finest conversational members
Of the Congregational Fishing Club. He
| told today story that made even the
hardened raconteurs of the cloak rooms
| hold their breaths.
Il was up at Dickerson's, on the Poto-
mac, fishing for bass last year." said
| Smith. I'VE were using frogs, but hal
Il lot of understood minnows in a COW
! cred tin pail hung over the side Of the
| boat. Something gave the boat a sud-
! den jerk and the minnow pail slipped off
but went on fishing.
This spring l went to Dickerson's
again and anchored in about the same
place where l lost the minnows the year
before, just below a big sycamore tree.
During the afternoon good reel dropped
overheard. 1t was too valuable to lose,
and one Of the boatmen began graphing
brought up that identical minnow pail l
had lost the year before. We opened it,
and there was the whole mess Of min
nows. splashing around, grown to the
right size for bass
| Il suppose, of course, YOU used them,
said Uncle Joe Cannon sarcastically.
| "Certainly," replied Smith, land I
caught string of the finest bass you
| ever saw.
| George ". Perkins tells a story Of an
lrishman who, while walking with his
friend, passed jewelry store where
there We're a lot of precious stones in the
window.
Would you not like to have your
pick" asked Pat.
Not ne pick, but me Shovel said
| Mike.-NeW York Times.
Some few days ago policeman was
sent to serve Il summons on a notoriou:
poacher. This person. who lived alone
and had evaded service successfully fol
| some time, was the owner of mait
goat. My friend, whom / will call Mac
went to the defendants house; but the
willy roacher, observing his approach
had fed. leaving the door unfastened
entered and solemnly read the summons
to him, after which ne stuck the copy
OH his horns. He then went home an(
| Endorsed the paper thus:
| Served by leaving copy Of this sum
mons in defendants residence at
with an innate etc.
| When proving service Mac was asked
| by the magistrates:
WAS the inmate of age?'
| "YOur Worship" said my friend, lay
ing his hand on the middle button OF
his tunic. The had beard down to that
Tit Bits.
A Home Opinion.-"Maria," he said
~ don't think I'D care to be Presiden
subject to 50 much -criticism"' ~ ou'rt
right. John,' was the reply. Its lot.
better that you should run for the Legis
lature. where they won't nay any NOR,
attention to you than we do at home!'-
Atlanta Constitution.
Mulcahy is in the street cleaning de.
partment, and a few days ago was work.
ing on Park row with his fellow White
Wings. Mulcahy is known among his
companions as a genial son of Erin, who
always has an answer for every question
put to him. His repartee is the life OF
every street cleaning squad in which
Mulcahy finds himself. On the day in
question he was accosted by man who
asked Familiarity:
Pat. can you tell me where Mulberry
street isy'
AN how did We know my name was
Pat?' inquired. Mulcahy, cooking one
eye at the stranger.
'Oh. 1 guessed that,' was the reply.
"Begorrah, guess where Mulberry
street is."-New York Daily News.
"a man came in here with a peculiar
request this morning. said the assistant
librarian. He wanted to find out all h.
could about dried apple pies. Said h
was literary man and needed the infor
nation" Hum" said the librarian, 81
suppose someone is going to write an
other New England novel."-Baltimor,
| American.
Probably the favorite story of H. n
Honore, father of Mrs. Potter Palmer
and Mrs. Fred Grant, is the following
While on trip through the South
| soon alter the ClFl war, L stopped over
night at the little town of Warrenton
y. G. The next morning, strolline
around looking the place over, I met q
countryman. who greeted me with a
'Howdy? and passed the time of day
most cordially. I was considerably tax.
en- aback when noticed that he was
barefooted, and ventured to ask him if
it was the custom of the country for the
men to so without shoes. He answered
with a drawl: Wall, some on US does,
but most on us tends to our own bust
ness New York Times.
\ Conner. Rooney-We thinl
little Patsy is bound to be prisidint some
dav. Mrs. Casey-An' phwy? Mrs
Rooney-Shure, he kin lick amy by il
tn neighborhood, he kin ride amy goat
he's shot most av tn cats, an he's &
great feeder, an he shtands at tn hid a,
his class at school because all tn othel
b'ys how died-an' how's thot fer luck
Judge.
A lady in Sunday school has class
of small boys. Not long ago, after thu
lesson was over, as was her custom. sh<
began to tell them something about God
This time she chose the power of Coo