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Show It is fervently hoped that the staff correspondent for the Examiner and Chronicle, who wrote up the Indianapolis anniversaries is feeling somewhat better since he got back to the pleasant streets and pure moral atmosphere of New York City. Dyspepsia is a terrible disease, tormenting alike to the man who has it, and to his friends and enemies. And there is rarely a cure for it. If we had the stomach indicated by those anniversary letters, we would take it out and sell it for tripe. We'd realize on it some way, and certainly it doesn't appear to be worth a cent as a digesting apparatus or a mental tranquilizer. Brace up, good brother, brace up and bait your fly trap with a little sorghum. |
