“The Bath.”—Osprey Beach.
“There’s a letter in the candle,” is the title of a new song. It’s a pretty production, but yet we can’t help thinking that if the letter stays there long it’s going to get scorched so that no one can read it.
Noisy little boys in Cincinnati are told that right in the centre of the hind hoofs of every live mule there is a little lump of gold, which can be easily dug out with a penknife.
There’s one pleasant thing about house cleaning. A man can straddle himself out in the parlor for a day or two and spit on the floor without spoiling a Brussels carpet.
Drawing Lesson No. 29.
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