Don’t you want to see us down those New York fellows?
Then, help us do it.
“We boys” are going to give you just about the livest Magazine that ever you saw—and you must aid us in extending its circulation and therefore its usefulness.
I want no office under the sun, but there is one thing that I do want and mean to have:
Influence with that imperial sovereign before whose irresistible power the haughtiest of heads must bend—Public Opinion.
THOS. E. WATSON.
Witty Flings by the Paragraphers.
Always in Trouble.
What’s the matter with Kansas? This time it is the ears of corn are too long to go into the shellers.—New York Tribune.