A barber in Auburn has opened a lawyer’s office in his shop. Different way of shaving a customer—that’s all.
A Sunday-school boy got up to recite his verse of Scripture, but he got it a little mixed,’and said: “Honesty is like angels’ visits, few and mighty scarce.”
The children were playing at horse railroad. Tommy suddenly exclaimed: “Look here, we’ve forgotten something. We can’t go on unless we buy up an alderman.”
The swimming season of 1886 has opened, and it is observed tha the fashionable bathing costume for the small boys along the rocks opposite Blackwell’s Island is a stone bruise upon the heel.
When rockets were soaring Monday night, little Ella of Niagara street, age four years, was in delight, save for a slight tear that was on her mind. “Mamma,” she asked, “ don’t you fink the angels will be scared?”
A well-known gentleman about town, who is something of a stranger to Adam’s ale, was lately handed a glass of water and asked to say what it was. He took it, turned it round, looked through it, smelt it, tasted it. At last be said, “ Well, it looks like gin, but there’s no taste to it.”