Democratic Sentinel, Volume 3, Number 30, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 September 1879 — Taking Time by the Forelock. [ARTICLE]

Taking Time by the Forelock.

Coming events east their shadows before, and already, through the mists of months, the gladsome Holiday aeason looms dealer day by day, Ailing the youthful mind with pleasing speculation, and causing materfamilias to consider in what direction she can exeioise a little additional economy whereby tha money for presents may be forthcoming when required. And just in the nick of time there comes to hand a suggestion of how Johnny, and Mamie, and Flossie, and Charley may secure for themselves and by their own exertions, the jack knives and work boxes, a*d writing eases, and tool chests, fcr which their souls are longing; of how mamma may get that book or parlor ornament she has talked about so often; and of how, by their united exertions they inny’obt..in a piesent wherewith to surprise and gladden the soul of papa. For the publishers of Ekrichs’Fvshxon Quarterly are in the Add with the nevv piemium list of their magazine and all that mamma or children (or

papa either for that matter) need do; is losend name nnd address on a postal card to Messrs. Ehridi & Co., of 287 Eighth Avenue, NeW York, when a copy of the list will be mailed them free, and they can appreciate for them.) selves the advantages offered. The Fashion Quarterly so exactly fills its place as a guide to economy in the household, and its subscription price, only 50 cts. a year, is so very trifiing. that little difficulty should be experienced in securingsubscriptious; and we have no doubt that thousands will gladly avail themselves of the opportunity thus presented of securing some useful article at a very moderate expense of time and tiouble. Smytekins was out late on a lark with “the boys.” Next morning when when he complained of a headache, his wife remarked that “the night tare didn’t seem to agree with him.”—Salem Sunbeam. The poet says: “How sweet the music of the Sabbath bell,” and yet there are men who prefer to listen to it a mile or so away in the vieiuity of a beiry patch. “What are you trying to read?" asked a visitor of an old gentleman who was noding over the evening journal. “Oh!“ replied his wife, “that’s his snooze paper .*