"That's so," said his opponent, "the gentleman never lends himself to a mean cause; he always gets cash down."
FISHIN'?
Settin' on a log
An' fishin'
An' watchin' the cork,
An' wishin'.
Jus' settin' round home
An' sighin',
Jus' settin' round home—
An' lyin'.
New Orleans Times-Democrat.
ABOUT BELLS AND MONEY.
A thousand men can go to work at seven o'clock in the morning without the ringing of a bell, and why is it that three hundred people cannot assemble in a church without a previous ding-donging lasting half an hour?—Detroit Free Press.
Why, man, it's because they go out at seven o'clock to get money. Put a twenty-dollar gold piece in each pew every Sunday and you may sell your bell for old metal.—Louisville Courier-Journal.
WHEN PAW WAS A BOY.
I wisht 'at I'd of been here when
My paw he was a boy;
They must of been excitement then—
When my paw was a boy;
In school he always took the prize,
He used to lick boys twice his size—
I bet folks all had bulgin' eyes
When my paw was a boy.
They was a lot of wonders done
When my paw was a boy;
How granpa must have loved his son,
When my paw was a boy;
He'd git the coal and chop the wood,
And think up every way he could
To always jist be sweet and good—
When my paw was a boy.