People's Pilot, Volume 4, Number 33, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 February 1895 — LIGHT ENTERTAINMENT. [ARTICLE]

LIGHT ENTERTAINMENT.

“Was the house goo I last uight?” Manager—Fird-class. All we needed was people to fill it. “Es dar warn’t some charity foh human defecks,” said Uncle Eben, “dah couldn’t be much self-esteem.” “Seems to me Blinkers grows more narrow-minded every year.” “Great Scott, no wonder! He moves into u cheaper flat every few months.” “So the doctor has ordered your wife to go South for her health?" “Yes,” “Will the climate agree with her?" “Well, if it does it will be a good one.” “I want a title for my new play,” said the author. “Something that will take, you know.” “Something that will tak I?’’ “Yes.” “Call it ‘A New York Policeman.’” Sparhawk—l thought the authorities in your city didn’t allow prlz > fighters to give exliib tions? Ringrope—They don’t, but since the tig iters began to kill each other the law hasn t been enforced. “Do yon think." sari the passenger on the front platfor n of the street car, “that it hurts a horse to dock its tail?” “Yes.” r'pliel the man who handles the brak i, ‘but not, ns inticn as it does a dr ver to dock h > wages.” “Running a soeiet/ paper, ar - you, Bliggings? Well, that ong-it to pay. There are lots of peonle who like to see their names in print ’ ‘I don i mind t -Hing yon. 01 I man, that I mak ■ the most of in’ none ■ off peopl i who don't wa it to s -e th ir names in print.” Native—W al, who be you? Stranger—l am one of a coin nitt.ee anpointe I to investigate th j question us to wiiy so manv lynchings occur in this seetidh. Native -W ml. I'll tell yeh, hon st. It s 'cause so man strangers c> n« h• • • i-nocin’ 1 their noses into other peo lie’s business.