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Show PITH AND POINT. Cast your nets in the right water, and they may take fish while you sleep. Some humorists must have been revisiting the glimpses of the moon. Its center of gravity is said to be changing.-New York Commercial. A Philadelphia man has a setter dog so intelligent that when he lies about the dog's wonderful accomplishment the dog actually blushes.-Philadelphia News. A club has been started for making meat jelly for soups. The soup stock is to be made of bones, and we suppose there will be a joint stock company.-N. Y. Herald. Nine American colleges have adopted the Oxford cap. This is well. Heretofore about the only thing that distinguished a college student from other people has been the bad spelling in his letters home asking for money to "buy books."-Burdette. The late Dr. Chapin once asked his daughter, who was a pronounced brunette and very small: "Marian, why are you like a certain Boston book publishing house?" "I give it up, father," said she. "Because you are little and brown." was the answer. Not to be caught was the woman called as a witness in the ?? libel suit. She could not fix the age of a certain woman accurately, and was asked "Did she look like Mother Goose?" Quick came the answer "Show me Mother Goose, and I will tell you." A contemporary asks: "How shall women carry their purses to frustrate the thieves?" Why, carry them empty. Nothing frustrates a thief more than to snatch a woman's purse, after following her half a mile, and then find that it contains nothing but a recipe for spiced peaches and a faded photograph of her grandmother.-N. Y. Post. Le Figaro thinks the following "ferocious but authentic" story prove that the heart is very near the stomach. A little girl of five, while in the country had a present of a pretty white rabbit to which she became frantically attached. At the end of the season the family prepared to return to Paris. "What shall we do with bunny?" asked the little one. "My dear, we can't take him with us," said the parent, not a little troubled for grieving the child. "Really, can't we take him?" said the infant; "then let's eat him." An Irishman one day came running into a farm-yard, and hurriedly cried for a spade. The farmer, coming out demanded what he wanted with it when Pat replied that his friend had stuck in a bog and he wanted to dig him out. "How far is he in?" inquired the farmer. "Up to the ankles," said Pat. "Is that all?" said the farmer. "Then he can pull himself out again. You'll get no spade here." Pat, scratching his head, while his face bore evident signs of grief, blurted our: "Och, but be jabers, he's in head first!'-N. Y. Independent. |