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Show j INKLINGS. i I A Maryland girl who was under a treu when it wna struck by lightning, says Bhe thought Si me one had thrown his arum nround her, and Maryliiiid pirl lament that the season sea-son ot thunder-storms ia drawing to a close. ' The Spectator snys that "j'ounc love und younf; lovers nre nt a discount dis-count in the novels of the period, and j married people, in whom the reader I whs lormtTiy supposed to take no in-! in-! teret alter the A-edding day, are 'candidates for public favors." A Colomdo exchange says: "The Canon city gir s don't tabf kindly to croquet. They say it is too high-toned for them. Leiip-lrog is their best hold." We wish we lived there, for wp can't tell whether the Salt Lake girls wear monogram garters or not 1 The tyrant man has treated con-tern con-tern piously tho woman suffrage proposition pro-position m Michigan, and Kisan ! swears that if any voter evt-T lets her ! ait in his lap again she'll pinch him, 'so help Iter gracious. If Susan went J to Michigan and sat around in laps there promiscuously, it might make a klillerenw. Col. Forney writes homo that the wome,n of Paris are as bewitcliine as angels, and Mrs. Forney, like Mrs. Iieeeher, doesn't believe he would do a wrong tiling any quicker than a child. Forney is wise to leave his wite at heme; we have visited the Chateau Mabille and the Prado ourselves. our-selves. The great specialty of Cincinnati girls, according to tho Commercial, "is in kissing a fellow so hard that the policeman on that beat runs around to see who fired that pistol." Nothing ot this sort ever makes a Salt Lake policeman run, they know how it is themselves, besides we have no "loud" kissing girls, it's all soft ! When a Peoria youth goes to spark a gii'l he finds the old lady in one corner of the room, the old man in ' another, and a dot: under the melo-deon, melo-deon, and he is required to speak up like an orator. We know the feel. I ing; thou art so near and yet so far; , besides Peoria youths don't marry. H. Y. B. vUited there once. The favorite conundrum in Huntington. Hunt-ington. Tenn., is: "Why is this town like heaven ?" The answer is : "Because in it there is neither mai-rying mai-rying nor giving in marriage- Tuere has not been a marrmge in town for over two years. I'eople don't need to marry there; we are informed that 50 per cent, more cradles are sold in that town than any other place of twice its size in Tennessee. From a churchyaid in the parish of Beestor, .Norfolk, England, comes this strange epitaph: Here lies Eliz'ibt-th Gwinn, "Wliow s so very pure within, She brok-i he outer filial of sin And hatched herself a cherubim. But we never heard it called "the outer shell of sin" before. She died during her birth, It was a Detroit girl who wrenched off bell-pulls and upset ash-barrels recently re-cently as she was returning home alone from a late supper given in a church chapel for the benefit of the poor. It seems that some of the young people discovered the sexton's sacramental wine demijohn. . Drink to mc only itb thine eyes, And I will plfilg" with n ine; Or leave u. ki.-s but in the cud And I'll not look for wiue. If the poet means a "paroxysmal" kiss it's all right. |