Rensselaer Journal, Volume 11, Number 24, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 November 1901 — Our Man About Town. [ARTICLE]

Our Man About Town.

Discusses Sundry 'and Other Matters.

A business man asked us the other day how we liked to have a man spotter and fuss and splutter so, when talking to you, that he spits in your face a fine spray like a fog in September. * * * If there is anything that makes a telephone operator mad it is to have a nonsubscriber use another person’s phone, and then oall her down for some defect in the service. It is on a par with the man who borrows a newspaper, and then criticizes the contents. *** The Cherry sisters couldn’t object this year if their audiences threw turnips and cabbages and potatoes upon the stage. Turnips are so high that people use them for bouquets, and potatoes cost so much that they are kept in the safe. Cabbage is used altogether as a center table ornament in the parlor. 0 * * « A woman In this town tries to get her husband to wear collars. She makes some of his shirts with collars and some without. When he refuses to wear a collar she lays out only the shirt with a collar, and then he can’t help himself. He either wears a collar or goes sliFrtless. She says the plan works well. e * * A dtidish young gent in this town wenl to a neighboring town to a swell ball,and in order to “knock an eye out,” he borrowed a dress coat from a friend, and a pair of trousers from another friend. People here could not help wondering what he would have done if the owners had demanded their clothes while he was cutting such a dash at the swell dress ball. * * aA woman wouldn’t be satisfied without having an unnatural hump on her somewhere. For a time the bustle sufficed, then the sleeves with nn unnatural hump at the shoulders. This didn’t last long, and the puff moved from the shoulder to the cuff. Just now, the style is to wear a shirt waist that looks like about a peck of apples had been dumped into it in front. n * * A little school miss of Rensselaer has written the following essay about boys : “The boy is not an animal, yet they can be heard to a considerable distance. When a boy hollers he opens his big mouth like frogs, but girls bold their tongue till they are spoken to, and they answer respectably. and just tell how it was. A hoy thinks himself clever because he can wade where the water is deep'. When the hoy grows up he is called a husband, and he stops wading, and stays out all night, but the grown up girl is a widow, and keeps house.” *** How nice it would be if tobacco chewers would be gentlemanly enough to quit littering the sidewalks with black slime, without an ordinance compelling them to do so. There is probably not a man on our streets who would spit on the floors and walks about his home and see his family drag their skirts through it, and yet we have men who empty their amber on the sidewalk rather than in the adjoining gutter. Why not let all men quit using our sidewalks as spittoons without being compelled to do so ? Let’s be the one clean town in Indiana that needs no anti-spitting ordinance. V This paper is like merchandise—it is for sale. If you desire to have your part of it stopped, come and say so. We do not look upon a man with undying hatred if he wants to stop his paper, and does it like a gentleman, and we don’t beg him to continue it, either. It is a straight matter of business—you pay your money and take the paper. If you pay up all you owe on back subscription and order your paper discontinued, it will be stopped as cheerfully as it was begun. When you hear a man blowing about not being able to stop his paper, you can bet your suspender buckles that he owes baek subscription. To purify the blood, renovate with Dr. Kay’s Renovator. Ask druggists for it.