The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1904-04-14

press.
DO you think you could ever marry
for money!" mo. But I'm sure |
could soon learn to love girl who had
a million or two"--Chicago Record
Herald.
They say that, after seven rehear
sails, Charlie Swlmmington actually
stumbled through the wedding cere-
mony." "Overtrained, suppose
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Sportsman-Any good hunting in
this part of the country? Native
Lots Of It, Sportsman-What kind Of
game. Native-No game at all. Just
hunting illustrated Bits.
Willie-Mamma, | told Aunt Helen
she grew homelier every day. Mrs.
Slimson-You didn't tell her | said so,
did you? Il had TO. or she would have
whipped me. Brooklyn Life.
what are they going to do when
they get through tearing up the
streets?" Lay 'em down again, Of
course! How else would anybody be
able to tear 'em up later on, siily?'-
Baltimore News.
Reeder-Scott said clever thing TO-
day: said that luck is good bit like
lightning, for it seldom strikes twice
in the same place. lIeeder-fes, anl
as a rule neither of them needs to-
Pennsylvania Punch Bowl
Hannigan-Shure, there scales is no
good at all fur me. They only weigh
the heft of two hundred pounds, an
Dom near to two hundred and fifty.
Flannlgan--Well, man alive, can't We
git on thin twice?-Philadelph
Press.
/ Playgoer-I suppose the leading
lady Is very happy after getting all
those bouquets. Usher-Oh, no. She
only got five. Playgoer-Gracious!
Isn't that enough? Usher-No; she
paid for six, l believe.-Phladelph
Press.
Kittie-Paul told me last evening
was the prettiest girl he ever saw.
Bessie-Oh, that's nothing; he said the
same to me last year. Kittie--I know.
DEAR but his taste may have improved
since then, you know.-Boston Tran
script.
Prisoner, why did you strike this
mani" IF you please, your Honor,
he came to me suddenly and said
How old is ANN" We'll, what hurt
did that, do?" why, you see, your
Honor. Ann is my wife" cleveland
Plain Dealer.
A VOlcano.-"What is volcano"
asked the teacher. a mountain with
n fire inside" said one. A smile Of
comprehension spread over the puz-
zled face of the smallest scholar as she
asked. supposedly, rs that mountain
range?"-Harpers Magazine.
She-I have two very dear friends
Agnes and Florence-IIe-Whic IS
the more popular? "Oh, Agnes IS
much more popular than Florence
among the girls" Introduce me to
Florence. | am partial to cookbook
ing girls. kansas City Journal.
Mrs. Kalling-You haven't got that
splendid butler now-Mrs. Parvenu--
No, he was fraud. Mrs. Kalllng-In-
deed? Mrs. Parvenu-Yes, he forgot
himself once and neglected to drop
his his" so we discovered he wasn't
English at all.-Philadelphia Ledger.
He-How did you enjoy the opera?
she-Oh, 1t was just splendid. He
Really? But it was all French,
wasn't it? She-Oh, no! OF course,
some of the handsomest ones were I'M
mistakably Partisan, but there were
many pretty gowns that were evi-
IDENTIFY made here. Philadelphia
Press.
The Widower: "A widower," remark
ed the elderly female, always reminds
me of baby" Flows that" Querled
the young girl. During the first six
months he cries good deal, the next
six months he begins to take notice, and
the odds are against his getting safely
through his second summer"-Chicago
News
Launched on His Literary Career
81 understand your son has decided to
20 in for literature" Yes, and he's
made a splendid start already" You
don't say" Yes; he went to auction
this morning and bought secondhand
writing desk for only four dollars and
ninety eight cents. "-Catholic Standard
and Times.
Now" said Mrs. Biggleson's cousin
at breakfast on the morning after her
arrival, don't make company of me.
l want to be treated just as if were
one of the family" "All right" re-
piled Mr. Biggleson, helping himself
to the tenderest part of the steak,
well try, to make you feel right at
home. Record-Herald.
The squire's pretty daughter (exam-
lining the village schooD-Now, chill.
dren, can you tell me what a miracle
is? The children look at one another
but remained silent. Can no one an
swer this question:" the new curate
asked, who was standing behind The
squire's daughter. A little girl was
suddenly struck with n brilliant idea.
She held up her hand excitedly. "Well,
Eellie? the squire's daughter asked.
smiling approval. please, miss" the
small child replied, breathlessly,
mother says twill be a miracle IL YOU
don't marry the new curate. London
Tit Bits.