Rensselaer Standard, Volume 1, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 September 1879 — CONDIMENTS. [ARTICLE]

CONDIMENTS.

Davis, in referring to the defunct Mrs. Dorsey, remarks; •There was a woman! what grace! what mental power! what a will!” A boy recently swallowed a penknife. Although not quite out of Jr 11 ?®!!!: n® A®* 1 ® 80036 consolation in the feet that the knife belonged to another boy. in style arra y®d uoetn forth to promenade, BQt glance 1116 tenror of the sunbeam’s A “ d to!*** coIlar " and hi* Jacket and his a P pleß are consumed in St. Louis than in any other city of its size; probably for the purpose of swellSSttopffiST belSre a new " ,re °- One little persistent fly, one that evades every attempt to be knocked off your face with a pillow, *ill stick closer and learn a stuttering man to talk vented qUiCker t^ an a ®y thin « yet lnChesterfield said, and thousands reecho the ciy, that no pne is excusable |?. r bfing out of the fashion, but we’d like to know what the deuce a man is we£tte°rt l^ m ‘‘ rrled When blondM

-A* 3 Oswego woman fell out of a fourth story window the other day, and k g she did after oelng brought to her senses was to wish she had on her new silk hose instead ol those old cotton stockings. Solitude is that sweet seclusion that if i nk ;1 r 8 after , when be finds Wmself adjusting a swing in a tree, directly over sixteen expectant girls, and S °J P*® 4 ® Bticki ®& fast to the limb he has just vacated. “BUkwHli golden hair, •Bright as stars were her eyes of blue TrolyTloved my lady flair; ’ ° ni?S!^ m3r w lady loved me.too. D d dlad? ak my heart wlien my love lay soul, she didn’t die. Tun© wrought ch&ng© ha it onward unp/i • She loves another-so do Z P ’ testimonial of a certain patent medicine speaks for itself: Dear Sir: Two months ago my wife ld H!?f, rCely , Bpeak ’ She has taken two bottles of your “Life Renewer, and now she can’t speak at all. Please ta n siKut” orebotu ‘" ! - Iwouldn,t i A girl about 4 years old and a little boy about six had been cautioned ® o4 J° to*® away the nest egg: but one morning when they wen t for the egg tiie little girl took it and started for the house. Her disappointed brother followed, crying: “Mother, mother, Sur sey s got the egg the old hen measures by!”

There are no swear words in the Bioux language, it is said. But don’t let your sympathy go out to the poor red man on that account. He doesn’t feel the loesof them. When anything doesn t please him—when, alter care*' fuUy sharpening his lead pencil the point snaps off—instead ofrelieving himself with a string of oaths, he mutters two or three terrible looking livestory words with bay windows and mansard roofs, and rushes out and BCa *P B * pale-face. This soothes his engry feelings just as effectually as if he had all the profanity In the English language at his command.