People's Pilot, Volume 3, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 August 1893 — PITH AND POINT. [ARTICLE]

PITH AND POINT.

—Many friendships last because there i is the width of a street between the ! friends.—Puck. —ln a well regulated family the olive branch of peace is sometimes a stout . hickory sprout.—Dallas News. —The man who is the life of the company often Ixires to death the other ' fellows who want to talk.—Truth. —The time appears to be at hand when a man who is referred to as sil-ver-haired will regard it as an attempt to depreciate him.—Philadelphia Ledger. —“lt isn’t fight to say that a man has no redeeming qualities." “Well, no—at least not until you have consulted his pawnbroker.”—Detroit Tribune. —Young Mr. Sapley—“l wish I could get me a hat that was suited to my head.” Miss Palisade “Why don't you try a soft hat!”—Clothier and Furnisher. —Slimson (sternly)—“Willie, where are those green apples gone that were down cellar?” Willie—“ They are with the Jamaica ginger that was m the closet.”—N. Y. Sun. “It doesn't seem possible that any woman wonld lead a man to drink deliberately.” “Well, she has.” “How do you know?” “She has dried beef for lunch every day."—lnter-Ocean. —.less (in restaurant)—“l'm hungry enough to eat a horse and chase the rider.” Bess—“ What are you going to order?’* Jess—“ Waiter, bring me three cream puffs and a cup of cocoa.”—NY. Times. —She—“But you 'have no reason to be jealous of me; you know you haven't.” He—“ Reason! Reason’!' I dispensed with my reason entirely when I fell in love with you.”—lndianapolis Journal. —No Help For It.—He—“What the mischief is this?” His Wife—“ Yow will have to eat your oatmeal in a flower pot this morning, dear. I haven’t been able to get to a china shop since' our girl left.”—N. Y. Sun. —“No, father," said the young man. with the college medal, “no farming in mine; you're going to hear from me in. the world.” “I reckon we will," exclaimed the old man, “an' in about ten. seconds; John, reach me that hickory!’ —Atlanta Constitution. —A Deep Injury.—“ You—you passed' me to-day on the street*" sobbed the fair girl, “and d-d-didn’t even look nt me." "Where was it?” inquired the young man, anxiously. “D-d-down., town,” was the tearful answer. “F— 1 was in the c-car,while you were hurrying along the street just us though I—l never existed.”—Judge.