Rensselaer Union, Volume 7, Number 32, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 April 1875 — SENSE AND NONSENSE. [ARTICLE]

SENSE AND NONSENSE.

—The original greenbacks—frogs. —Furr in’ parts—Alaska and Hudson’s Bay. —Pie-plant and spring suits are again in vogue. —Men who never do wrong seldom do anything. —The latest thing in front-door locks—-night-keys. —Occupation is the great safeguard; idleness is sure to run to weeds. —Prosperity is no test of character; it is adversity that surely finds us out —The small-pox and affectation both ruin many very handsome faces. —While we are inclined to forgive too little we are apt to forget too much. —He was a Warm Spring Indian th* moment he sat down on a hot stove. —Big Cow, one of the sub-chiefs of the Arapahoe tribe of Indians, stands seven feet high in his moccasins. —ln answer to a correspondent we state that the reason why Cardinals wear red hats is the same that makes millers wear white ones, namely: to keep their heads warm.— Toledo Blade. —Don’t sit up nights to see how long that young gentleman stays with the young lady across the street. If she thinks him worth the oil burned it is none of your business; he isn’t making love to any of your folks.— Yonkero Gazette. —Was it the Philadelphia Ledger whieh recently contained this? Our little Johnny’s on the shining shore, He doesn’t wear his little pants no more; His little peg-top now he never hums, He died a cutting of his little gums! —He stobd, alone at the bedside of his departing wife, and seemed tlie very picture of woe. “John, you’ll do thq. right thing when I’m gone? You won’t send me off to a cheap country churchyard—you’ll bury me in Greenwood, John,?” “ O Jane, Jane, how could you doubt it?” sobbed the wretched man, gathering his nose in the folds of his pocket handkerchief and wringing it as if his heart would break. “ Bless you, bless you, my husband—and let it be in a fashionable quarter of the cemetery.” —“ Mark Twain used to run a boat down here, didn’t he?” inquired a traveler of a Mississippi pilot lately. “ Mark Twain ?” repeated the old riverman,“ Mark Twain ? Do you mean him as was Sam Clemens? Wal, yes, he did try pilotin’ yer awhile but be couldn’t do it, couldn’t do ’tall, hadn’t the genus. But I tell ye what,” continued the grizzly veteran, giving his wheel a twist, “ if ye’d a-gin him boats ’nongh while he was a-pract icin’ he’d a-clared the river of snags, for shuah.”

—Does it spoil children to praise them ? Judicious praise is sunshine to the child, and there is no child that does not need it. It is the high reward of one’s struggle to do right. Thos. Hughes says that you can never get a man’s bqst out of him without praise. You certainly can never set a child’wbest out of him without praise. [any a sensitive child dies of a hunger for kind commendation. Many a child, starving for praise that parents should give, runs off eagerly after the designing flattery of others. —The Yolo (Cal.) Mail , some days before the Ist of April, told the following goose story; “ While hunting in the tides near the sink of Cache Creek on Monday last, Abe Green, an old hunter, discovered a petrified wild goose, standing upright, with legs buried about one-half in the adobe soil. He thought at first it was living, and, creeping closely up to it, fired his gun at it, but the bird did not budge an inch. He thought it very strange and walked up to it. He found it dead, and, in trying to pick it up, w r as astonished at its weight. It had turned to stone, and a mark on its wing, near the forward joint, showed where the shot had struck it, knocking a piece off. He managed to raise it up out of the ground, and when he laid it down a piece dropped from its breast, disclosing a hollow inside, from which pure, clear water commenced running. Its feathers were very natural, and its appearance was calculated to deceive — so lifelike. He took it to his cabin, down the canal, a few mile 3 back of Washington, where it can be seen by those who wish to see such a strange and unusual sight.”