Rensselaer Republican, Volume 25, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 October 1892 — FLASHES OF FUN. [ARTICLE]

FLASHES OF FUN.

- ~ 3 Fair Soprano (having finished tier trial) —Do you think my voice will fill the half? Grim Manager—l fear rt would have just the opposite effect. —Boston Courier. *• Why don’t you eat your crack-' era, Jack ?” “I don't like crackers.” “ Why, you ate three a little while ago. ’ 7 “ Yes, but that was between meals. I like everything then.— Harper's Young People. He—“ I have decided to ask your father’s consent by letter, Pauline. Now, what sort of a letter would you advise me to make ? She —I think, Horace, that I would make It anonymous letter. “Here is the ring,” he cried, “now wfll you bo From this time forth engiged to marry mes" "Wait till pap* can see it, said the elf, "I'm not a judge of diamonds myself." He threw his arms around h?r neck, And strained her tb his breast, —— And there they stuck, for he had oaught !,„• His Whiskers in her vest —Clothier and Furnisher, I were to try to kiss you what #suld you do? She—Scream. He—D?> you mean it? Sho (impressively)—lndeed I do, so you had better wait until we are out of hearing of the hotel. “Thore’s one thing I don’t understand,” said Little Harry; “that’s why good tasting things like pie make me sick, while bad tasting things like medicine make me well. It ought to be the other way.”—Harper’s Young People. There were many supremes in the Iron Hall, but of the greatest supreme of all, to wit,the supreme gall the officers of the (dis)order have little to say. It is amply able, however, to speak for itselr. Mrs. Terwilliger—They are advertising building lots at fifty cents a week. Do you think they are intended for women investors? TerwilUger—No, my dear. If they were you’d see them marked at forty-nine cents., Penelope—l don’t like to see you dangling around with mere boys all the time. What do you find that’s so interesting in that smooth-faced youpg Faris? Perdlta—Why, Pea, his face isn't so smooth as It looks. Henry—T meant to call on you last evening, Mary, but reallv, I —I —fact is, I don’t know what to offer as an excuse. Mary —Oh, don't feel annoyed, Henry. Any excuse you care to offer will be amply sufficient. Wanted to See Him. —Clara—l got a note from a drummer the other day who said be would give the world to kiss me, Maude —What did you reply? Clara —I told him to call on me with a full line of samples.