Show Mixed Pickles Edwin Markham at a dinner said of mixed metaphors When I was teaching In Los Angeles I 1 used to read rend every week a little country paper whose editors meta metaphors metaphors metaphors were an unfailing joy to me Once I remember this editor wrote of ot a contemporary contemporary Thus the black lie issuing from hIs hia base throat becomes a boomerang in his hand and hoisting him by his own pe petard petard petard tard leaves lenes him a 11 marked man for tor life lire He Ho said In an article on home borne life lire The faithful watchdog or his hl good wife wile stand standing standIng sing ing at the door welcomes the master home with an nn honest bark In an obituary of a farmer ho he wrote The race raco was WM run at last lut Uko a tired steed he crossed the harbor bar and casting aside whip and spur lay down upon that bourne from which no traveller returns Rochester Herald B I |