Democratic Sentinel, Volume 16, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 March 1892 — NO TIME FOR TRIFLES. [ARTICLE]

NO TIME FOR TRIFLES.

Mr. Bllynns—What kind of a girl is this that John it courting? Mrs. Bilvuns—Sho is very handsome. Mr. B. —Is sho what they call cultured and cultivated and all that? Mrs. B. —Why, no, sho hasn’t time for culture or cultivation. She is in society you know.—[Now York Press. HE TOOK HER UNAWARES. Harry —Miss Nettings—Carrie, what would you say if I should ask your hand in murriago? Carrie—How absurd of you, Mr. Spooks; how can 1 tell what I should do until asked such a question. Harry—But may I ask you? Carrie —It is not in my power to control your askings, Mr. Spooks. Harry—Carrie, will you be my wife? Carrie—Roally, Harry, this is so sudden.—[Boston Trauscript. SOMETHING WK DON'T DRAG ABOUT. Englishman (grumpily) —There is one thing that I’ll buy up as a curiosity if I cun hnd it in your blawsted country. American —What is it? Englishman —Something that you do not boast about. American Just go and secure all our Anglomaniacs. —[Now York Sun. NOT so BAD. He—Ethel’s face has haunted me ever since I first saw her. She —I do not oonsider her face handsome myself, but I think your remark is unnecessarily cruel. THE GREATEST LOTTERY, “ Did you ever take part in a game of chance, Mr. Satton ?” “Well—l’m married, you know.”— [St. Joseph News. AN APT RETORT. Optimus —You can rely upon Frankleigh. He always'keeps his word. Cynicus —Ah, because nobody will take it. ONE OP THE GENUINE BREED. “That dog is one of our famous Maryland breed.” “Yes. I recognised his Chesapeake bay last night.” —[Baltimore American. HIS LINE. Suoker— What is your particular line, stranger? Sharper—Woll, I’m in the fish lino just at presont. SATISFACTORY. Peck (the grocer)—So you want a job in the store, do you? Freddy Gazzam —Yes, sir. “Do you know anything about arithmetic ? ” “Yes, sir.” “How much would ten pounds of sugar come to at four and a half conta a pound ? ” “Fifty cents, sir.” “I think you’ll do.”—[Epoch. GOING PREPARED. (Mamma explaining to her little girl, aged 5, that everything she does and s iys is written down in a lurge book in heaven.) L. G. asks—And all the naughty things too? Mamma—Yes, doar. L. G. (pensively)—Then I think I'll take a piece of india-rubber with me.— [London Truth. PARTIAL APPROVAL. Ethel (showing her engagement ring)—• Don’t you udinire his taste ? Maud —Ye-es, as far as jovvelry Is concerned.