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Show THE LADIES. Most men love little women, and little women love most men. Advice to too many people How to make home happy leave it, Punch. Mrs. Morris, aged 70, is Becking a limited divorce from her old husband in New York. Their oldest child is over 40. The married woman's association proposes to erect a Btatue in honor of the husband who empties the water out of tho basin after he washes bis hands. But tho association has not found him yet. A Binghampton woman, after wearing a pair of oar rings for eighty-one eighty-one years, has left them to her daughter. Fashion must have made a wry face at the old girl as ib stepped out. They ware at a dinner party, and ha remarked that he supposed ehe was fond of enthology. She Baid she was, but aha was not very well, and the doctor had told her not to eat anything for desert except oranges. Miss Fry had to jump out of a second-story wiudow in Masaachu-set-ts, in order to marry Mr. Boil; the minister, confused, read the baptis-mal baptis-mal service, beginning, "Whereas, all men are torn in sin;" the parent Fry made everything hot for the pair and the preacher, and Boil lost hie business situation. It !b hard to be romantic in summer. Courier Journal. Jour-nal. The Idaho World mentions two young ladies at Rocky Bar, Alturaa county, Idaho, who are not only fair pianists, but excellent washerwomen. They are Louisa A. Ferd, 15 years old, and Mary C. Ford, 12 years old. They have sent east for an $300 piano, which they are paying for oy taking ia washing. They have already earned between $200 and $300, enough to pay the first installment, install-ment, and will be able to pay the whole amount in seven or eight months. They can earn $15 or $20 per week. Louis J. Jenningti Ihus describes the latest London beauty: I did not think such creatures lived out of heaven, but there she was in the flesh, and euch lustrous, dazzling flesh, Bhiniug and spotless aa ivory, and while aa the driven enow on the mountain side dear me, my aged heart warms even now at the thought of ill Her face is like some dream of a happier world, her form like that of a Grecian goddess, her eyesbut the moment you eee these it is all over with you; you are knocked, like that famous work of a famous preacher, "highor than a kite," aud there is nothing for it but lo prostrate yourself meekly before the divinity, and go home and be miserable. And who is she? Well, really nobody knows much more about her than this that she is a lady froi- Jersey, one of the Channel islands, (hat slit-is slit-is married to a gentleman named Langtree, and that she has been plainly ar.d quietly brought up, in a manner becoming a gentlewomen. Here aa we stand in fair array Upon thij sad ejinmoncement day, And bid each other lung faruwoll, Our Pris muslin waists do swell, Our painted lips breathe perfumed sighs Upon the platform as woland, And each one grasps a kid-gloved hand, (Twelve button all Ihe style they are, Four dollars and six-bits a pairj, Plense loll me, if you'll bo o kiod, How my tilter looks behind 7 And do you think tho audience knows I wear a pair of striprd hose ? I'm sure they'll sea my whilo-kid 1 shots Throes are my number lli- io arc twee. |