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♦ » e city "f Rome, and Floyd, the
•Bnnner county" of Georgia.
‘ Dani the E'owhli!”
Rome is doing v ry well, thanl
yu-
If you want to get in the pusl
j'ne the silver movement.
North Georgia peaches are ripen
ing The Romo market will b.ietu
with ’em this week.
It will b observed that Govern
or Atkiusou si’s pretty steady n
the boat.— Hustler.
“**'■ —""" " 1 " ■
Ihe Hustler Kid, Miss Edna
J.eslie Byrd, took first honor in
her grade in the public schools.
Glessner sizes it up about right
when he says : “With some papers
it is anything to get a lick at At
kinson.”
The latest And most reliable esti
mates say that 3,000 car loads of
peaches will be shipped from Geor
gia this season.—Monroe Hustler.
M esterday was a live day with
Jose M arti, and he is announced
to make a speech to the Cubans
in Tampa tonight.—Albany Her
ald.
H >n Nat Harris, of Macon, has
epitomized the whole matter in
this: “The trustees acted correctly
and Prof. Chaj.pell act d conscien
tiously.”
“Shot Gun ’’ Walker, our preset) 1
tax collector, save he intends mak
ing the next race for Sheriff. H
is a hustler and will be hard to
catch'when he gets started—Dah
lonega Signal.
Gan it be that the “Done, Heard,
Seen and Said” man of the Allan
ti Journal has run the “Gum
Swamp Parson" of the Constitu
tion back into the swamp?—Geor
gia Krakker.
The masses of Rome and Floyd
county are for Free Silver—and the
man or paper that claims to the
contrary, does not know the real
state of public sentiment—not by
a long shot.
Read the Yellow man and the
White money vs. the White man
and the Yellow money in another
column. Its a well handled sub.
ject and its very timely, too —to
everybody but the gold bugs.
Onlv c9O Japanese were kilhd
in battle, while Hie total number
of deaths in both the army and
navy from all causes combined
was only 2,105 on the Japanese
side. What a bit of war!—Augus
ta New’s.
A legend says that the devil gave
a hermit the choice of three great
vices, one of which 'was drunken
ness. The hermit chose this as be
ing the least sinful. He became
drunk, and then committed the
other two.
A little insignificant item in a
newspaper will make a man an
enemy of the paper for life, but
it wont step him from reading it.
It merely changes him from a sub
scriber to a borrower. —Blakely
Observer.
You can your bottom d'.Ha r
that their will be a big mass met
ing next week when the silver mi n
meet to appoint d>legates. Tie
masses am tn questionably in favor
of both metals as ag onst the sir
gle gold standard.
The Hustler of R .r'e ihaii da
hustling Tnd 1 Edition 'a’t Sun
dev. ai <1 it w s chock full of good
stuft. It was twenty-eight pages,
seven columns to the page, and
there was not a dull item in the
paper. Even the “ads” were enter
esiing r-admg. Phill Byrd, the
•ge ius who does the wii ing and
clipping for that she»t, bund time!
towriteseme nnA for ihe
Ed it i<*n • '!trn n 'y jI In Ir i I;u no,
11 - fronds should insist that i
the member of the faculty who I
furnished the sensational account t
>f the Mil'o Igvillccommencenient t
incidents resign nt once. It is en I
tirely too humiliating a position i
for him to serve under a board
re ided over by Governor Atkin
son.—Griffin News.
It. L. Smith, Editor of the Mor- ,
gauton News, indicted for crimina'
libel against Thus. L. McKinney,
editor of the Blue Ridge Post, war i
tried and found guilty and fined I
sls and co-ts. Solicitor General
George R. Brown and Col. Thos
Hutcherson prosecuted the case,
Cols. Steve Clay andC. D. Philips,
of Marietta represented the de
'endant.—Cherokee Advance.
“Old Potty is one of these “on
the fence gold bug sheets. To the
few gold bugs in the city it is open
ly with them—in a private way.
At the same time “old potty ha>
not the backbone to declare its
convictions, because it fears that
some rank silver-side might knock
t out of the receipt of a few dol
lars patronage. “Old potty loves
dollars —even Silver-dollars.
The special mill edition of the
Baltimore Manufactures’s Re
ord show s w hat the amount of
capital invested in the Southern
•otton mills incresred from $21,-
>OO,OOO in 1880, and $61,100,000
in 1890, to $107,000,000 at pres
ent, while $120,000,000 additional
will be spent in the construction
>f the mills now building and pro
jected.
The Macon Herald says:
“Professor Chappell of the
Georgia Normal and Industrial!
college has written a card in re
gard to the disgraceful affair
wh.ch occurred in Milledgeville
the other day. It sheds no new
light on the affair, and might bet
ter have been left unwritten. The
best thing that can be done in
this matter now is to let it drop. ’
Dick Barne t, a stiff-legged col
ored man, while kneeling down at
work Monday morning, was sur
prised, on looking down, to see a
snake s head protruding from a
rent place in his trousers about the
knee, while the tail of the serpent
was wriggling about his feet. The
snake had crawled up his trousers
while Dick was engaged at his
work, and Dick’s feelings on the
discovery are better imagined than
told. —Cave Spring Herald.
An interesting article is that
published today taken from two
Rome (Ga. ) newspapers. There
should be some one in this county
who could give the desired infor
mation to Messrs. liedbetter and
Eubanks of Rome. The lady spoken
of as the Ivrtde of Capt. Eubank is
now the wife of Pat A. Barnard,
Sr., an esteemed citizen of Olean
der, and a sister of John S. Ben
nett of Warrenton.—Guntersville
(Ala ) Democrat.
W'e’ll wager a thrip Congress
man Turner from the big 11th is
a sound money man, John Mad
dox is happy on the way in the
7th and Albert Cox will roust
“Venezuelan Lon” from the bloody
sth on this line; and Albert Cox,
allow us to say, is built with brains
an<^ ability.—Dalton Citizen.
Os course “Our John” is “happy
on the way”—of course he is. He’s
. for free silver and the people and
the people’s money. But then John
Maddox is a commoner—a man of
the people, and as brainy a states,
man as ever “growd up” with
Georgia.
The Hustler of Rome has got
ten out a woman’s edition of that
sprightly and up to date paper that
excels anything attempted by the
smaller papers of the state. That
the managers are all that the nam
of the paper implies, goes without
saying. It is indeed a master stroke
in journalism.—Senoia Enterprise
< lazetta.
Brother Perdue is right, only he
is doubtless thinking of our big
Trade Edition. The Hubtler of
Rome young ladies get out a paper
every day in the week. “The man
igers”—flatter us.
L. ,
The Hustler of Rome sets th<
pace and other papers have to fol
low . The Tribune put in a type
se ting machine when the Hustler
of Rome began employing young
ladi' H to sei type. Today, the Hus
tler of Rome is th ' people's pa
ir r with a composing room m der
the dominion of nimble-fingered.
THE HUSTLER OF ROMc SUNDAY JUNE 8 1895.
independent and industrious young i
ladies, from for» min down, while i
the Tribune has taken down and
shipped away its old machine and
has employed three young lubes
who learned to set type in the Hi s
n.ER of Rome composing rooms—
ind wants more—or did, while .we
were getting out our trade edition.
The Hustler of Rome loads the
way.
The appeal to the board and
their decision was that she should
have a diploma Prof. Harris Chap
pell objected, and Governor At
kinson defended the action of the
board and was hissed by the young
ladies of the school. This was all
wrong, and we be’ieve Governor
Atkinson did right in defending
this young lady, as she has been
exonorated by the board, she was
mtitled to her diploma. This will,
.ve fear, do the school a great
harm. We think those who hissed
the governor of Georgia did a
greater crime than Miss Spence.—
Ternill Chronicle.
The incident at Milledgeville
yesterday, where, as the result of
a disagreement between the board
of trustees and faculty of the Girls'
Industrial and Normal school,
Governor Atkinson, president ol
the board, was hissed by the schol
ars, is to be most deeply regret
ed. It is a most severe reflection
upon ths faculty.
Hissing is poor work at the best.
It is the weapon of the goose and
snake. It is despicable in manto
hiss. It isdeplorable for w oman
to do so. It is lamentable when
leading young lades of Georgia,
pupils of the state, indulge in it.
The hissing at Milledgeville was a
shame.—Augusta Herald.
“Grover Cleveland, President of
the United States, receives a sala
ry of $50,000 a year, he should be
given SIOO,OOO and elected for life. ’
This statement was made while
the officers’ salaries were under
discussion and came from the lip
of Capt. J. H. Martin, of Memphis,
Tennessee, the largest wholesale
grocer in the South at the meet
ing of the Southern Wholesale
Grocers’ association this morning.
—Atlanta Journal.
Whatmeaneth this? A monarch
icsl expression coming from a
prominent citizen of thin grand old
republic and endors d by a lead
ingjournal of the patriotic South !
Are we to have a king, and is Cleve
land to wear the crown? Perish
such ideas!—Buchanan Banner.
Th* recent unpleasant episode at
' the commencement exercises of the
! Georgia Normal and Indus'rial
co’lege at Milledgeville is seriously
regretted by every friend of that
' institution. It was deplorab'e
1 enough. And all this could have
* been avoided, we think, had there
1 been a little more discretion mani
fested and less feeling on the part
of tlie faculty. The matter should
have been amicably and satisfac
torily settled in conference be
tween the faculty and the* board
of trustees, and it seems to us that
' this could have been easily effect
ed, and the unpleasant notoriety
which now attaches to the proceed
ings would not have occurred.—
Columbus Enquirer Sun.
The Tribune’s oft repeated state
ment that is’s a shame on the city
to have the unfinished walls of St.
Peters, etc., makes us tired. The
Hustler of Rome wants to see St
Peters finished—and it ought to b
finished—and it’s going to be finis
ed too. But the fact that it has
not been finished is not a shame
upon the city or Jhe membership
of other churches in the city
While helping St. Peters, let the
Tribune be fair with other peoplt
in Rome, and with the city itsself
The Hustler of Rome at the out
set offered its columns to the use
of the ladies, and, while they have
gotten along admirably without,
in the least, imposing upon our gen
erosity, the Hustler of Rome re
news the offer and will do its share
n the completion of the “Little
stone church on the corner. ”
CLINT MA'ITOX’S LATEST.
Clint Mattox was in town the
»ther day, and as of yore, is the
wittiest, jokinest, story tellinist
fellow you will run across in a
day s r;de. Os course he had a new
one.
“ Y es, sir, end he, “they are a
reviving of the Alliance up in our
neck of the woods. They are a pe
rusing around among the boys
powerful, a wanting them to re
obligate aud come back and jine
over agin, and all that. And what i
do you think they are a telling |
’em? That all the old soldiers that
jmethe Alliance is agwine to git a i
pension right off. Why, they have
hud notices sticking up on the
trees all around about it.
“I will till you what it means
he concluded as he tore off a sec
tion of a twist of home-made to
bacco. stuffed it in his jaw, and
put a scooter plow in his coat tail
pocket, it.means there s a gwine to
bemore polities next ycarand some
body is a gii ting ready to swipe
the fodder.—Georgia Cracker.
DRE\MING OF YEARS GONE
WRITTEN iR TUP RUMDAY RVITLU OF ROMM.
I’ve Imp* n dioaining tonight ray bonnie bri<l«
I reaming of the years y »u have toiled by my
side,
Os h<»|»es early blighted of joys that were
ours,
Os «weet pleas re- in those early wedded hoim
Yom have guided my feet from temptations
anar< s
You have soothed my !>r< w when burdened
wi h c.ires.
And tonight as I took in your sweet eyes true
The? seem to catch their old trick of etheria!
blue,
And ’ our sn.iles are as sweet, your face is as
fair
As the d ty we promised for each other to care
lhe read has been rough and steep my bonnie
bride,
But through it all, 1 bad you, my joy, and
pii ’e,
And the •• shadows’ K that darkened my sky of
blue
Were lighted aul shared loved one by you J
When the bir is from one nest had so early
flown,
And grim death came and claimed our boy for
his own,
Was to God you turned in your hour of need.
At His Throne for ray poor boy did intercedes
Too wicked to | ray for my boy who was de <1
While you at the ‘bar of Justice” for his
soul plead.
I feel again tor igh‘, my darling my bride
Your gentle arms round me on my shoulder
you oried,
Twas not for our boy you prayed, as we kn It
Bn me so wicked, so rebellions, I felt,
Angry with Go ! that he had taken my boy,
I turned from Uim, who my sorrow’s could
all y,
1 sought com fort in the gay and giddy world.
Zxifcd to still tlio “small voice" in its r ckless
whirl,
fist my soul found no place in the rushing
.<1 n,
I turn-d to God. plead forgiveness for sin.
lam kneeling at your feet again—my bride,
Begging for forgiveness of the heart sorelj
tri. d
And I see the g’ad leap into yonr e'es.
When 1 tell you at the Saviors feet I have
t ried,
Have a-ked for pardon, found peace for my
bouT
And now I can clasp you within my loving
sod
And hand in hand, will our hearts in unison
beat.
As m feet, thus far, has tread lifes long busy
street,
Toge'her we knelt, and we both blessed God,
Yon 'or your husband, I for my boy under the
soj.
Was twenty long years ago tonight, bonnie
b-lde,
Since, at the Saviors feet, we knelt side by
| side;
And each thanked Him in our sep irate ways
Foi the bl. siings He sent in our lives that
day.
And. oh! our home has been in Eden since
then dear,
I For our hearts have been happy—so free from
all fear.
We have drank deep from the fountain of
life’s sweets;
And have tiinrmured rot when our tired feet
Have felt the stinging lash, of the chastening
rod,
| But with a fervent "Amen" hive b’essed God.
. Ourhi dsart white wth the frost of yaara
my bride, ..
I An I our faet touch the brink of the past ebb
ing tide.
Still we wait pvieitly for the boa’.m in pale,
To anchor us o’er in his beautiful sail,
I And we seem to hear the snlash of the distant
oars
Soon, oh! soon, we will land on the other shore
We are watching the fide as it ebb's tonight
Counting the hours of time, in this rapid
' flight
And our souls are yearning for Heavens awe st
glory
Ab the Savior has taught us the beautiful story
—Minnie Lee Arnold.
I’HE YELLOW MAN AND HIS
WHITE MONEY.
The article from The Journal of
the Imperial colonial Institute
printed in another column will be
found interesting reading just at
this time.
The dangers pointed out in this
article do not apply alone to En
glish manufacturers but to those
>f America as well.
If American labor would hold
its proud position before all the
vorld, as it has held in the past, it
should see that it must do itff part
in the great struggle for financial
reformation agitating two conti
nents. Factory labor is not alone
threatened by the inevitable aw
ful results that will happen as
pointed out in this article. Every
pioducer of wheat, cotton or oth
er farm products is threatened
by the same unhappy conditions.
Now is the time to contend for the
right, to uphold and defend the
honor mid privileges of freemen
before the chains of insatiate
greed have been rivited upon you.
EDITORIAL OPINIONS
When people vow at the alter to
siare each other's sorrows, they
immediately *go to work making
sorrows to be shared.—Atchison
Globe.
Beef Trust is not as high now as
Mr. Armour expected to keep it
It is never well to reckon without
your host when the host is some
65,000,000 Americans.—New York
World.
It s a puzzle now whether it’s
more the thing to have one’s own I
photograph in the Sunday papers,
or to have one’s cat and dog repre
sent the family by proxy.—Boston
Transcript.
General Michener believes that
General Harrison is not a Presi
dential candidate, but that he
would accept if nominated. We
have heard of no on who is in a d< •
dining mood.—Cincinnati Com*
inercial Gazette.
The sensational preat her an 1 the
sensational newspaper are very
much like the sensational sky
rocket. They don’t do much siz
zling and sputtering on the return
trip.—Washington Post.
Those who have already paid
their income tax will now re ilize
that even procrastination is some
lines a desirable qua’ity.—Balti
more Hera'd.
Young women should not ride
their bicycles after dark without
so 'ing that their lamps are ready
for use. See Matt, xxv., 3 —Chica
go Tribune.
It .will sadden some people to
learn that O’Donovan Roasa, is on
his way back to this country.—
Baltimore .Herald.
A Most Pleasant Meeting
The social and spiritual re-union
of the Second Methodist church
last Thursday night was exceed
ingly pleasant and profitable. There
was a good crowd and some good
singing, followed by a fervent pray
er from Rev. John W . Bale, of Ce
dartown, and an earnest talk from
the pastor. Ten or fifteen minutes
were devoted to a social hand-sha
king, after which the pastor an
nounced the following permanen
committees:
Committee on the poor, sick,
strangers and needy: Dr. C. S.
Harris, Dr. D. H. Ramsaur, J. F.
Austin, Hugh McCrary, Oscar Har
ris Asbury Randall, J. H. Lanham,
Wingfield Guiie, J. A. Sharp, W.
A. Mullinix. Mesdames. C. F. Mc-
Crary, S. D. Camp, Fletcher Smith
E. T. Gillam, F. L. Ledbe'ter, A-
K. Morgan. Misses. Maggie Me-
L od,Jane Brown.
Committee on residence of mem
bers : Misses. Naomi Morns, Lula
Harris, Bessie McCrary, Lois Ram
saur, Morri", Julia Hill,
Clara Mullinix, Lou Cook, Ava
Harris, May Doyl, Leila Hill
t Committee on absent and new
, members, No. 1: H. D. Hill, Alex
Harris, W. A. Quarles, Willie Lan
ham, Judge George Harris, W. J
t Gordon. Mesdames Maggie Jones,
t Asbury Randall, Fannie Wright.
No. 2: Fletcher Smith, Ch-iriie
Morris, R L. Morris, E Gillam
W. H. Culpepper, T. C. Morris
Mesdames. J. B. Hill, C. V Weath
ers, Clara Williamson.
Committee on disorderly mem
t bers: J. B. Hill, A. K. Morgan,
Walter Harris, S. D. Camp, John
Higgins, J. B. Gordon.
Committee on collections : Miss
es Jennie Hill, Naomie Morrris
Jessie McCrary, May Ramsaur,
May Hawthorne, Jessie Lewis, Su
sie Barker, Annie Hill, Mamie
i Camp.
Committee on worship: Judge
r G. H. A. Harris, H. D. Hill, J. B
Hill, Charlie Morris, Fletcher
Smith. A. J. Morgan, Rev. S. T
Cowan.
This last committee is an addi
tional. After some other things
considered the congregation was
dismissed with the benediction by
Rev. C. S. Harris. Thus closed a
most delightful service.
QUEER COASTING.
•Welleslev College girls are hav
ing gay times nowadays, and if
you see any of them in town with
battered cheeks, skinned hose® and
bruised hands you need not ask no
quest ions, for they have been coast
ing! Splendid opportunities there
are for coasting at We 1 sley.
There are plenty of hills and plen
ty of room right, there on the
grounds. I was greatly amused
wh n th y told me about sliding
down that hill exactly in front of
the college on dust pans! It all
came about this way:
One inventive genius didnot have
a sled and did not know where to
borrow one; but the crust was
pe section and not long duration,
so while she stood with her task of
sweeping just concluded, with dust
pan in hand, the thought “whv not
use the dust pan?” came Ike an
inspiration, and out she skipped
to the top of the hill, and down she
sped in state in her dust pan. The
news spread and the craze grew un
til every dust pan on the premesis
was well worn out. After that palm
leaf fans were pn seed iit‘o service,
and it is whispeied that pillows
have now and then p.oved more
agreeable and s itisfactory of con
venience.—Boston Advertiser.
THE FOUNTAIN
(a wonderful discovery)
Many an idle hour of my dreamy
life is spent wandering and dream
ing among the sunny braes or on
the grand old hills that smile upon
the commonwealth of Rome—
beautiful Rome.
I love to climb the rocky steeps
pluck the virgin flowers there and
weave gentle verses about them
and the beautiful city I love so
well.
Today while admiring the City
of Hills from the shaded brow of
one of its grandest natural monu
ments, I made a discovery that,
may be of interest to the public.
Below me the muddy Coosa
flowed silently and proudly; above
me spread a sky of summer bright
ness, beneath which the hills and
the proud city smiled in splendid
glory.
From the smoke-stacks of that
city’s many factories and foundries
rose columns of monumental va
por carrying its incense to heaven,
and from its herculean throat came
the musical voice of enterprise
and progress.
It was all like a dTeain of Alad
din wonders, and as I gazed and
dreamed the soul of inspiration
took possession of my bosom and
I sighed for wanted powers of poets
that I m : ght dedicate an immortal
song to this magic city of the eter
nal hills.
In the midst of this reverie I
was startled by a soft footfall and
a voice as musical as the wind that
came up from the valleys, whis
pering love to the mountain ivils.
“Sir, you are dreaming and well
diracted are those dreams. I have
dreamed here for four long centu
ties aud yet I have never grown
weary. ”
“Who are you. and what are you
telling me?” I exclaimed in won.
der, close akin to awe.
“You are th • first human being
I have spoken to for many cen
turies, bat I will tell you my sto
ry. My purpose and my life are al
most complete. I will leave my
story for the records of history if
it is worth that honor. ”
Saying this my strange visitor
seated himself on a boulder near
me and as he played with the ca
ressing vines and honeysuckles
that played about his curly head
he told me the following story;
but before I give it I will give you
a glimpse of the wonderful narra
tor.
He appeared to be nothing more
than a fair-haired and faced Span
ish boy of ten. His hair was long
and curly and his eyes as sunny
and bright as the Spanish skies
that m ist have bore them He was
dreis’din continental knee-breech
es and a head cover and mantle of
he Spanish court, patterned in the
days of Ferdinand and Isabella.
About his young, rosy lips play
ed the sunny dimples of health and
childish pleasure and in his voice
was the merry ring of joy and un
clouded anticipation.
Here is the story he told me:
“Long centuries ago, shortly af
ter the discovery of America an
old man by the name of Ponce de
Leon heard the Indians talking of
a rich country in the North-west
p the midst of which gushed a
spring that would give to him who
drank of its waters perpetual
youth. I was De Leon’s right hand
man and when he told me his de
termination to find this fountain
of youth I was ready to go with
him.
“After many days of toilsome
journeying over wild a»id unpleas
ant as well as dangerous country
we came into yonder valley where
that city now stands.
“One night while we were rest
ing on the banks of this river
(pointing to the lower Coosa) I
wandered out from the camps. Be
coming fascinated by the beauty of
the hills and valleys I lost my
course aid while I was trying to
find my way back to the camp, day
light cams and as I ascended this
very hill to see if I could not dis
cover the smoke from the camp I
met an Indian princess.
“She told me that she was ac
quainted with the purposes of my
leader, De Leon, but that purpose
would never be fullfilled. She said
your leader and his men drank
from the fountain of youth yester
eve but I have scattered on its sur
fa ea flower-polen that destroyed
fora time its Wonderouji virtuea.
this morning your companions
tue gone aud will never return.
They think you have fulU?"
tirn to savag s, * v
I have some wonderful r PV(I
tions for you. The next f ew
tunes are going to witness a '
in civilization and the hi Btorv
nations that the world never k l
before. 111
you are to bathe in that f
tain .nd dwell f,„ f „„ r c . >»
in th» mountain, wh|,, h „,
home. From here y„ u
the progreea of “I
~,d in ll ‘ e
with the perpetual vigor of
hood.
‘‘The Princess let down
inoun’aiH and to the very
where yonder city now
Bubbling from the foot of sS
hill was a bold spring jf cr "
water. I bathed in it. and ,1’
and instantly I was changed f r
an old man to the vig ( , r , )U8 i
yon see before you now. The« n ’
dried up but 1 have lived to ‘2
city of superior beantv ’
ness rise like magic on j tg pri
tive dust. From this moUllta "
have watched the progreSß
America through its Btrug h
collomul discouragements. c l 01
of revolution, hitterii“«s -r
, liierness of ci
contention and the trying o rd p
of reconstruction.
I have watched it all with
pdtience, interest and pride. But
all the ages ts history (n dev
ment nothing has gratified t
comprehensive view and knowled
more than the proved and no|
triumph of Southern industi
sacrifice and patriotism.
All the scenes of modern ij
provement and change have pi
before me like a dream of
ders and among lies splendid ai
beautiful phases is tin birl
growth and development of, t
proud and promising city below
starting where the thought to
Cabled fountain of perpetual you
gushedjfro n the hill shore nt
stands the proude «t and best i
stitution ofj learning beneath t
Sourthern skies of matchless pu
ty.” With this my strange Spi
ish fairy boy was gone and I w
alone.
Walter Harpes
A CAU nous Y'OUNG LUY
A certain fudge in Chicngv
■ rather prides him’olf on his
and varied knowledge of law,
compelled not long ago to lists
i a case that had been appe
from a justice of the peace
young practitioner who appei
Cor the appellant was teduO',
brought in all the elementary
books and quoted the fuudsM
propositions of law. At )»•
Judge thought it was Io id
in effort to hurry him wp.
“Can’t we assum,’” he ’
blandlv, “that the court knovi
little lew itself?” “Th|i>
mistske I made in toe court,''
swered the young man:‘‘j
waut to let it beat me twice.”
WASTED WIT.
The Old Lady From the Com
Failed, To Tumble.
Ade ir, inn”cent-lookirg
woman, whose broad, beuerol
face and dialect proclaimed
Pennsylvania Dutch e-xtracti
cam 1 to theci’y the other day
• d osoDie shopping.
After she hid 'raoMcteil
bus n< 8" s •« found that she e n
spare a couple of hours Infer*
turning home Thor fore *h u
termmed to view the sights
the siat of a trolley car, of wh
she had heard s > much. Sh* ’
the electrical enuines w ht r '
past on ail aide«, but thia only
wildered the innocent old ,rin "
At last she wand’r"d out h>
middle of Eleventh street,
it iut rsecle Market, sod took
;sand directly in the ceo' pr c
folley track.
After gazing around *
t > take h-r bearings the old W' l
an spied a messenger boy.
. v'ith hat pouch’d O' 01
was coming along whia 1’”t? ' l P.
'ar air. ‘Say little by.’ Il "l"
she, would you tell nt'
could got a tro ! l v car’ '" 1
am, was the prompt rep y, 1
where you are, and you il
right in’the neck.
1 hen the little fellow ** ff
quick-wittedness had ,|ieu 0
and he piloted the old wo®* 11
the proper spot and ga v * r
the care of a conductor.
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T 1 ! l.a.hrSM «*•«*•• SrriHF
disli-s for • j grM
/ « ' . Washes, ria*** ••. B „ dl .
t ] Without w-tUf* •*
£ •', push th* *•'“* *
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