Jasper County Democrat, Volume 4, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 November 1901 — A LITTLE NONSENSE. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

A LITTLE NONSENSE.

Bow the New Office Boy Fooled Hit Employer. “I never felt so cheap before in fny life,” declared the well known business man. “I am a great stickler for honesty, and I simply will not have any one around me of whom I have the least suspicion, and when I find a man that I know 1 can trust I regard his honesty as a valuable asset and pay him accordingly. The result has been that I have gathei*ed around me a force of employees of whom I am justly proud, from the janitor up to the cashier. The other day my old office boy left mo, and I was obliged to hire a new one. “Out of the numerous applicants I selected a bright and honest appearing boy and put him to work. The the old question arose. Was he honest? lam old enough to realize that appearances are sometimes deceitful, and I resolved to test the bov in a mild way. So one night when I departed for home I left a nickel prominently displayed upon mv desk. After reaching home I felt sorry for what I had done. I realized that hv my act I had been placing temptation in the boy’s path and that there was little to excuse my plan, so I was very much relieved the following morning to find the nickel where I had left it. Then I saw there was something there that I had not left, and that was a hit of paper upon which the money lay and upon which was written in the new boy’s hand the inscription, ‘To be left until called for.’ I’ve got a smart lad in that new boy; too smart, I’m afraid.” —Detroit Free Press. He Told the Truth.

Beggar—There was a time when I rode in a kerridgc. Mr. Notsoeasy—Yes. I saw you in the patrol wagon not long ago. Failed on the Test. - “No, Mr. Whipcord,” said the Boston young woman rising. “It is useless to urge me. I had-l egun to hope that we were congenial, but 1 see my error. I cannot marry you. I could never endure the daily companionship of a 111.. a who pronounces gen-e-al-o-gv ‘ge-ne-010-gy.’ o-gy.’ ” —Chicago Tribune. Hopeful. “Do you think that literature is : on the decline in this country?” “I don’t know,” answered Miss Cayenne. “If half the books are j as clever and convincing as the ad- | vertisements of them, 1 should say ! that we have entered upon a re- ! markable era of genius.”—Washing- | ton Star. A Philadelphia Kidder. Mrs. Kidder—Mrs. Ncxdore is having a new dress made. Mr. Kidder—How slow she is! She isn’t in the same class with you. Mrs. Kidder—llow do you mean? Mr. Kidder—Why, you had a new dress made several years ago. —Philadelphia Press. The Other Way Around. “Are you doing anything to elevate the stage?” asked the serious personage. “No, sir,” answered the manager who needs the money. “What I want to do is to make the stage give me a lift.”—Washington Star. A Cause For Rejoicing. Nemesis has caught up with its victim. A Pittsburg baggage smasher 6lammed a valise on the floor of a baggage car the other day. The valise was from Texas and, as a matter of course, it carried a revolver, which it promptly fired at its abuser, shooting him through the leg. All pnpers published at baggage transfer centers please copy.—Boston Herald. Tell your neighbor to subscribe for the tax [layers’ friend, The Democrat. It gives all the news.