Democratic Sentinel, Volume 12, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 April 1888 — He Was a Brave Soldier. [ARTICLE]

He Was a Brave Soldier.

“You were in the late war, were you , not, Doctor?” was the question put to < a quack physician. “Oh, yes I” he replied, straightening himself up, “and I was accounted a very brave soldier, if I do say it myself.” “Yes,” the questioner went on, “your experience in your profession, I imagine, would necessarily make you indifferent to personal danger.” “Why so?” asked the quack. “Because you are so accustomed to being death.*— Philadelphia Call.

In t Nutshell—The new tariff bill needs only to be plainly understood to meet with universal acceptance by those whom revenue measures should affect —namely, the poor. It is the citizen whose one hard-earned dollar means fire, light, I read, that l?gislation must primarily protect The man with a million dollars can protect himself. First, we need in order that ges should be higher and goods cheaj er, cheaper wool, chemicals, fibn s like jute, hemp, flax and lumber. We want cheap food and clothing, homes at fair rent and especially cheapness in iron, clay and glass. The proposed tariff bill contem- [ hates this; not as thor rnghiy as we could wish, but still with measurable improvement upon any tariff bill we have known. Moreover, in abolishing war taxation we < lose the war.—New York Herald.

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The wife of a boarder at one of our I hotels belted her husband over the head with a wash-bowl the other day. When bis friends ask him what ails his | head, he mutters, “Inflammatory room-mate-ism,” and adroitly guides the conversation into another channel.