Rensselaer Republican, Volume 15, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 March 1883 — A LITTLE SPICE. [ARTICLE]

A LITTLE SPICE.

No intelligent Mttb the wiH fob the deed. Remarkable transforina'itoh' bf’bolbr— When the *ite The H.rrarl iMboSf bridge ton ot light A man who keeps telling a woman he is her friend is either in love with her, or afraid he will be. Fat Esquimau babies, when they die, are tried out by their afflicted parents for lamp oil Thus eter is human misery made light of. One of the two things a man must have to go with comfort through the' world—either an abiding faith in providence or a strong sense of humor. A Boston preacher delivers lectures every Monday. If there ever is a time people need the consolation of religion it is on washday,—Philadelphia News. A little girl in a Hartford Sundayschool,' unused to diplomatic ways, sidled up to her teacher and naively said: “Mother wanted me to find out in a roundabout way whether you are Mrs. or Miss— The daughter of a Texas cattle king has just returned from Paris, where she says she walked through the Tooralobrals and visited a shottoe, where she saw the statutes of Pysio and Catherine de Medical. Husband (2 a. m. after a curtain lecture) “Well, all I’ve got to say is you are a per-; son of such refinement and good breeding you ought to be above talking to a drunken fellow at this time of the night.” —Birmingham OwL Mme. Scaichi, of the Patti troupe sings three times a week and gets $2,500 per month. She began life as a scrubber in the Convent Garden Theater. Her voice therefore should be soaprano, but it isn’t.—Pittsburg Telegraph.

Her lipe were like the leaves, he said, By autumn crimson tinted; Some people autumn leaves preserve By pressing them, she hinted. The meaning of the gentle hint The lover did discern , And so he clasped her round the neck, And glued his lips to her’n HK. Hast thou no feeling To see me kneeling My love revealing, Day after day? she. ", ' Yes, I have a feeling! To see you kneeling, Your bald head revealing, Take it away He was a depositor in a Rochester savings bank. He entered the institution the other morning and timidly inquired “Is the Cashier in the city?’’ “O, yes, he’s at his window.” “Andis the Treasurer around?” “He is.” “And the President?” “The President is in his office.” “Has the bank been speculating in oil, wheat, cotton or mines!” “No, sir.” “And if I were to present my book could I draw the four dollars I have on deposit?” You could.’ “Well, that takes a great burden off my mind.” signed the stranger, as he walked out with greatly improved looks.—Rochester paper.