Editor’s Scrap Book

INher new riding habit of soft olive greenShe appeared quite as lovely and proud as a queen,As around the big ring with a petulant bobShe sailed on the spine of the old sorrel cob.She rocked like the reed in the breezes a-dream,She rocked like a lily upon a wild stream;And she made the old cob like a bald-eagle flyWhen she hit him right over his only good eye.Oh, she seemed like a queen in the yellow side-saddle,When she made the wild horse to “Erminie” skedaddle!And when the band ceased, from the stirrup she dropped,And over the platform most gracefully hopped.Then I heard her observe with a gesture elate:“I am now riding daily to pull down my weight—I am losing flesh daily by riding, and thatIs the reason I’ve stopped taking Smith’s anti-fat!”—Puck.

INher new riding habit of soft olive greenShe appeared quite as lovely and proud as a queen,As around the big ring with a petulant bobShe sailed on the spine of the old sorrel cob.

INher new riding habit of soft olive green

She appeared quite as lovely and proud as a queen,

As around the big ring with a petulant bob

She sailed on the spine of the old sorrel cob.

She rocked like the reed in the breezes a-dream,She rocked like a lily upon a wild stream;And she made the old cob like a bald-eagle flyWhen she hit him right over his only good eye.

She rocked like the reed in the breezes a-dream,

She rocked like a lily upon a wild stream;

And she made the old cob like a bald-eagle fly

When she hit him right over his only good eye.

Oh, she seemed like a queen in the yellow side-saddle,When she made the wild horse to “Erminie” skedaddle!And when the band ceased, from the stirrup she dropped,And over the platform most gracefully hopped.

Oh, she seemed like a queen in the yellow side-saddle,

When she made the wild horse to “Erminie” skedaddle!

And when the band ceased, from the stirrup she dropped,

And over the platform most gracefully hopped.

Then I heard her observe with a gesture elate:“I am now riding daily to pull down my weight—I am losing flesh daily by riding, and thatIs the reason I’ve stopped taking Smith’s anti-fat!”

Then I heard her observe with a gesture elate:

“I am now riding daily to pull down my weight—

I am losing flesh daily by riding, and that

Is the reason I’ve stopped taking Smith’s anti-fat!”

—Puck.

MISSGUSHINGTON(enjoying a sleigh ride): I think you have a lovely horse, Mr. De Lyle. About what does such a fine horse cost?

MR. DELYLE: Two dollars an hou—oh—er—yes, that horse is worth about eight hundred dollars, Miss Gushington.—Epoch.

SMITH: What paper are you working on now?

JONES: Ain’t working on any paper. The season is over with me.

“How’s that?”

“I was the humorist on theBuglewho got off jokes on the baseball umpire. As soon as the baseball season closed I was bounced. I’m trying to get a position as a coal-dealer and slipped-up-on-the-ice humorist.”—Texas Siftings.

APRETTYmaiden fell overboard at New Bedford the other day, and her lover leaned over the side of the boat, as she rose to the surface, and said: “Give me your hand.” “Please ask papa,” she gently murmured, as she calmly sank for the second time.—Boston Herald.

ANOTHER HUNTING INCIDENT.

DOCTORP. had been asked to make one of a party to shoot over some private preserves. It turned out to be one of his unlucky days.

“I give you my word,” he at last exclaimed, in despair, “I can’t kill a thing!”

“Come, doctor,” suggested his host, “just imagine that you are at the bedside of a patient.”—Judge.

OH! music sweet has charms, you know,To soothe the savage breast;It lightens troubles, calms all woe,And gives the weary rest.In order, then, to kill his cares,And all his sorrows check,The blear-eyed, big-mouthed bull-dog wearsA brass band round his neck.—New York Journal.

OH! music sweet has charms, you know,To soothe the savage breast;It lightens troubles, calms all woe,And gives the weary rest.

OH! music sweet has charms, you know,

To soothe the savage breast;

It lightens troubles, calms all woe,

And gives the weary rest.

In order, then, to kill his cares,And all his sorrows check,The blear-eyed, big-mouthed bull-dog wearsA brass band round his neck.

In order, then, to kill his cares,

And all his sorrows check,

The blear-eyed, big-mouthed bull-dog wears

A brass band round his neck.

—New York Journal.

WIFE(indignantly): I’ve heard through a certain married lady in town, John, that you bet me against a horse the other night that your candidate would win?

HUSBAND: Well, what of it? My candidate is bound to win; the other man hasn’t the ghost of a show, and, as you’ve always wanted a riding horse, I thought I would just get you one, and get it cheap.—The Epoch.

PARSON’SWIFE: Why, Johnny, you’re not going fishing on Sunday, are you?

JOHNNY: Oh, no—no. I—I only thought I’d take the pole away from the house so that my brothers needn’t be tempted.—Life.

CAPTAIN: Well, what do you make it out to be?

MISSCULTURE(of Boston): Why, it is a feline vessel, a Grimalkin craft.

CAPTAIN:Oh, yes; we call ’em cat-boats.—Ocean.

JONES: Ramrod, they say that it takes a temperature of 64° below zero to kill a wild goose.

RAMROD: Well, what of it?

JONES: Oh, I was just thinking that you won’t be likely to get any wild geese this season, that’s all.—Burlington Free Press.

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