Whenever a forlorn kat gits under yure windo, in a hot nite, and begins tew holler, yu may kno that kat wants sumthing,—killing, probberbly.
Whenever yu see a dog stop suddintly, in the road, with a flee onto him, and begin tew flea round, and round, after himself, untill he falls down, and rools over, yu will say tew yureself, that dorg iz like the wicked, he fleas, when no man perseweth.
OIL OF KONSOLASHUN.
The "Josh Billings Allminax" iz one ov our tex books, at the Pordunk Feminine Institoot.
Mrs. Charity Skidmore, A.M.
Medisin Book—Ugh!!
Spotted tail, Chief ov the Pawnees.