Rensselaer Journal, Volume 10, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 March 1901 — PITH AND POINT. [ARTICLE]

PITH AND POINT.

Ella—“lsn’t that a beautiful sky?** Stella—“ Yes. What a lovely color for a shirt waist.”—Harper’s Bazar. “Papa, is an authoress always a married woman?” “That uepends, my son, on whether shh can earn enough to support two.”—Life. “Will nothing induce you to change your mind and marry?” he asked. “Another man might,” she replied.—PhiladelphiaNorth American. Madge—“ You’d better not trust that girl with a book. She never returns one.” Marjorie—“ But she won’t keep this—it’s a diary.”—Smart Set. The lovesick poet seeks in vain For words that will rhyme handy; But his best girl would, no doubt, Prefer a box of candy. —Chicago News. Little Tommy’s sister had been 111, and when he saw her he exclaimed: “You look as though you had swallowed a skeleton too big for you.”— Life. She—“Of course, every woman likes to be flattered.” He (with a meaning look)—“But there are women whom it is impossible to flatter.”—Boston Transcript. “Oh, well, you prude, I don’t care for your kisses.” “Sour grapes.” “You needn’t send me any over the telephone, either.” “Sour currents.”— Cleveland Plain Dealer. “The wireless telegraphy reminds me of a groundless quarrel.” “What possible connection is there between the two?” “It’s practically having words over nothing.”—Philadelphia Times. “I dare you just to kiss me!” Exclaimed the pert young miss. “I never take a dare,” he said, “And so I’ll take the kiss.” —Philadelphia Record. Burglar (sternly)—“Where’s yer husband?” Woman (trembling)—“Under the bed.” Burglar—“ Then I won’t take nothing. It’s bad enough to have such a husband, without being robbed, too.” i—Tit-Bits. Mrs. Newlywed—“l had horrid luck with my cake.” Mrs. Binthare—“Too frad—did it fall?” Mrs. Newlywed—- “ Yes. I placed It on the window-ledge to cool, and my husband, either by ao» jcident or design, pushed it off.”— Cleveland State Journal. “You don’t seem as fond of poetry as you used to be,” remarked the Iwaste basket “No,” replied the office goat; “I’m suspicious of it I picked up a poem yesterday that looked very sweet at first sight but it turned out to be a bit of satire. I never tasted anything so bitter.”—Philadelphia Reoord.