Rensselaer Republican, Volume 25, Number 46, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 July 1893 — OUR PLEASURE CLUB. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

OUR PLEASURE CLUB.

Mrs. Buyers—All the big berries are at the top of this box, I suppose? Tom Carter—Oh, no mum; some uv them are on top uv theother boxes - New Reporter—What is this note of yours about? I’ve tried for an hour to read it and can’t. >— City Editor (after a careful study of the epistle)—l’m not quite sure, but I think I wrote it to tell you that you’d have to improve in your writing if you wished to hold your job. She—You may light a cigar if you wish, Mr. Trotter. I know how fond you are of smoking. He (ruefully) -Ah— thanks —J’d like to, but I haven’t a matchShe (after a moment’s silence)— Isn’t there —ah—-some way in which we eould make one? TMAT DEAR CUItD AGAIN. Texas Sittings.

_ Visitor—What made you look at me so hard at supper, Tommy? I believe you were counting the bicuits I ate. Tommy—No. I wasn’t counting ’em. Papa said you couldn’t count ’em, you ate so many. Enraged Subscriber —Is the redheaded hyena that edits this paper in? 4 — 7 - ii; _ Office Boy—Yes. sir. \ \ . E. S. (cooling down) —Confound it’ Why, a fellow just told me he was out! HERE HE IS. 1

This is the only correct portrait of the Borden murderer as he approached the Newark barber and requested a ten-cent shave. . Aunt Maria —A"nd so, when the prodigal returned, his father killed the fatted calf. . ■> Little Johnny—But what had the calf been doing? The editors want the income tax Whose merits they have rehearsed: But some of the boys who are making a noise Want to tackle the income first, The irrepressib’e dude, very early in life. Falls in love wiih each maiden he sees. In fact, lie no sooner gets down on his lip Than ho's apt to got down on nis knees. Editor^bought you said that new compositor upstairs was an experienced printer. Manager—He said he was. -That’s all I know about it. Editor —Well, he isn’t. He wears a pair of whole shoes while he is working at the case. A SLAVE TO FASHION.

“Say, isn't that collar a z trifle tight?” “Tight? Not a bit! Besides, it’s the very latest thing out.” A horse-race is not wicked in itself, it is what, a man says while he is tearing np his pool tickets that is sinful. / These are times when a good many of* us have to sit down and think to find out where we stand.

Hopkins—There goes old man Jones. Smith—l see he tried very hard to get the nomination for State treasurer. Hopkins—l don’t see how he could ever be electee he hasn’t an honest hair on his head.