Rensselaer Republican, Volume 25, Number 45, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 July 1893 — OUR PLEASURE CLUB. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

OUR PLEASURE CLUB.

Licksmith —So you are going t< marry that Boston girl? Think you can afford it? She has very expensive tastes. Jayson— True; but look at what 1 will save on my ice billls. About the most discouraging thing that comes to a man in his life is the desire td thrash an enemy, coupled with the belief that he can’t do it. “Augustus,” said Angelina to her lover “you know that father has recently invested in an American silver mine, and is going there at once, and I cannot leave mother alone. So I ask you, how long would you wait for me?” “Wait for you, my darling?" exclaimed Augustus, “I will wait for you until we learn how the silver mine turns out.” A GREAT SEND OFF. - - ,

A poor little fellow called Vaughan, Was playing one day on the laughan, W hen a whilwind qfimc nigh, Tqok him up to the skigh, ‘ Aud none could tell where he had gaughan. —Truth. “How long,” says a contemporary, “can one live without air?” It depends on the air. Most could live a long time without some of the lirs which have been popular during the last twelvemoth. The trapeze performer’s business is precarious at best. He should always have some good thing to fall Dack on. Beltevefncremation? Tfowhet I do, see! You say you would like to know why? In debt all my life, I'm blessed if I’ll be Left still in a hole when I die. ‘ ‘How did you find out that he was unpopular with his last congregation?” • “Mercy, he has but seven pairs of embroidered slippers and five headrests, so the cook says.” We are told that love is blind. But it seems quite like a bluff, ' For he always can tell a moneyless girl From a rich one fast enough. Why Grady Was Ruffled, ■fudge- ,

Miss Grady with mamma, papa, and I’d like to give a german. Mr. Grady—Phwat’s that? I Miss Grady—l said I thought some of giving a german. Mr. Grady—Av yez giv wan o’ thim Dutch loafers annyt'ing out o’ this house yez follys it yuresilf. In the Palais de jJustice—A lawyer is walking to and fro, gesticulating and talking earnestly to himself, whereupon another lawyer points to him and says: “What a fool that man is! A lawyer who wastes Words talking to himself is like a confectioner who eats his own cakes.” Howson Lott —I tell you, you ought to come qut and live at Lonesomehurst. It’s the healthiest and most beautiful station on the road. Murray Hill (musingly)’—l wonder if I could buy a nice •little place out There? Howson Lott (eagerly)—Yes; I’ll sell yon mine! Dirt cheap, too. Bob (trying to grow a mustache) I say, Tom, does it show at all? Tom (seriously)—Well, yes, a little; but never mind, I don’t think any one will notice it. Colored Society Note. - '

Sam Johnsing—Miss Ashcot, I has brung yer some dark chocolate ice* cream. I 'lowed it would match yei complexion better dan de strawberry blonde ice-cream.