SUNDAY SIDEW ALKS'
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An aged, good humored sucker who fell
in with some jovial friends on Friday night,
or met with some great luck on Saturday NOR
ming, took spread on the slippery pave
ment at an early hour, and the corn juice ne
had imbibed was SO powerful, or the pavement
so 'iley,' that every attempt TO obtain per
pendcular, only weakened his strength, and
excited his wrath. Sitt4y 1ni i.aa


.Consarn the pavinstncs,' muttered he, 'tha
amt no gittin' along on 'em ~ and away ne
went sprawling. .3


TRY il again, my old feller,' advised look
er on. fF .,t, 5
!, ''Taint no use,' answered he, Il fell over
them ar darned things last night, because |
couldn't see 'em.' htiAla@ 1. 'i" '4'h


Take fresh start said his friend, 'and you
will walk over the city easy


! Alter getting once more upwright, he pulled
his hat from over his eyes, looked his symPa
thiser in the face, and coolly remarked
1T is my opinion, stranger, that when the
city people git to 'polshn' their pawn stones
for Sunday, that they are growing little 100
proud.' ST. Louis Reveille. 3HS


The rose is swee,er when 1t first opens, and
the spikenard root when the herb dies Beau
ty belongs to youth and dies with il, but the
color Of piety survives death and perfumes the
tomb. 49 au tGa Rs G4oN FL
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