Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 41, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 October 1893 — An Unwise Plan. [ARTICLE]

An Unwise Plan.

“I learned to take quinine just about the time that I discovered my wife was a scold,” said a married man. “One do-e was as bitter as ths other; now I can swallow either without giving it a thought.” Not a very gallant speech, but wonderfully suggestive. The most deluded mortai in the world is the woman who fancies that much is gained by scold, ing or whining or complaining. She may seem to gain her ends for a while (for at first one will do most anything to avoid swallowing a bitter dose), but if she would stop to consider, she would soon discover thatevery day she had better cause for scolding or whiningor complaining, which ever method she adopts, and that, as the months roll by, an ever increasing amount is required to accomplish the same result. The scolding woman has things her own way at the cost of a vast expenditure of nervous strength—much more than the object to be gained is worth. Why cannot she realize that, and adopt some pleasanter method?

Singular Proclamations to the Dead. There have been delivered to certain persons through the postofflce during the last week notices which, aside from their solemnity, are somewhat ludicrous. Here is one of them, addressed to a former citizen, who ia now, it is hoped, in a better land than this: “You are hereby notified that, pursuant to the statute in that behalf, a court of revision of the voters’ list for the municipality of the city of St. Catharines, for the year 1893, will be held by the judge of the county of Lincoln, at the court-house in the city of St. Catharines, on the sth day of September, 1893, at 10 a. m.; and you are requested to appear at the said court, for that ha:h complained that your name is wrongfully Inserted in the said voters’ list, because you are dead.”—St. Catharines Star.

Mme. Scaix3hi, the operatic singer, has a collection of eleven parrots in her home at Turin, Italy. The parrots are accomplished birds, and among them speak all the languages of modern Europe. They all talk at once, too, so that there is nothing remarkable in the fact that Signor Lolli, the diva's husband, prefers to spend most of his time outdoors trimming his grape vines or cultivating his garlic beds.

The fighting arena at Roby ought not to be sold by the Sheriff until the Board of Lady Managers has a chance to bid on it.