He struck a match and the gas exploded;An angel now, he knows it was loaded.
He struck a match and the gas exploded;An angel now, he knows it was loaded.
He struck a match and the gas exploded;An angel now, he knows it was loaded.
He struck a match and the gas exploded;
An angel now, he knows it was loaded.
“Mariar, what book was you readin’ so late last night?” asked a stiff Presbyterian father at Franklin. “It was a novel by Dumas the elder.” “‘Elder!’ I don’t believe it. What church was he elder on, Ish’d like to know, and writ novels? Go and read Dr. Eaton’s Presbytery uv Erie.”
Hymn-singing is not always appropriate, or a St. Petersburg leader would not have started “When I Can Read My Title Clear” to the minstrel-melody of “Wait for the Wagon and We’ll All Take a Ride!” At an immersion in the river below Tidioute, as each convert, male or female, emerged dripping from the water, the people interjected the revivalist chorus:
“They look like men in uniform,They look like men of war!”
“They look like men in uniform,They look like men of war!”
“They look like men in uniform,They look like men of war!”
“They look like men in uniform,
They look like men of war!”
Mr. Gray, of Boston, once discovered a “non-explosive illuminating gasoline.” To show how safe the new compound was, he invited a number of friends to his rooms, whither he had taken a barrel of the fluid, which he proceeded to stir with a red-hot poker. As they all went through the roof he endeavored to explain to his nearest companion that the particular fluid in the barrel had too much benzine in it, but the gentleman said he had engagements higher up and could not wait for the explanation. Mr. Gray continued his ascent until he met Mr. Jones, who informed him that there was no necessity to go higher, as everybody was coming down; so Mr. Gray started back to be with the party. Mr. Gray’s widow offered the secret for the manufacture of the non-explosive fluid at a reduced rate, to raise money to buy a silver-handled coffin with a gilt plate for her departed husband.
The speech of a youth who goes courting a lass,Unless he’s a dunce at the foot of the class,Is sure to be season’d with natural gas.
The speech of a youth who goes courting a lass,Unless he’s a dunce at the foot of the class,Is sure to be season’d with natural gas.
The speech of a youth who goes courting a lass,Unless he’s a dunce at the foot of the class,Is sure to be season’d with natural gas.
The speech of a youth who goes courting a lass,
Unless he’s a dunce at the foot of the class,
Is sure to be season’d with natural gas.
Grant Thomas, train-dispatcher at Oil City of the Allegheny-Valley Railroad, is one of the jolliest jokers alive. When a conductor years ago a young lady of his acquaintance said to him: “I think that Smith girl is just too hateful; she’s called her nasty pug after me!” “Oh,” replied the genial ticket-puncher, in a tone meant to pour oil on the troubled waters, “that’s nothing; half the cats in Oil City are called after me!” The girl saw the point, laughed heartily and the angel of peace hovered over the scene.
“What’s in a name?” so Shakespeare wrote.Well, a good deal when fellows vote,Want a check cashed, or sign a note;And when an oilman sinks a well,Dry as the jokes of Digby Bell,Dennis or Mud fits like a shell.
“What’s in a name?” so Shakespeare wrote.Well, a good deal when fellows vote,Want a check cashed, or sign a note;And when an oilman sinks a well,Dry as the jokes of Digby Bell,Dennis or Mud fits like a shell.
“What’s in a name?” so Shakespeare wrote.Well, a good deal when fellows vote,Want a check cashed, or sign a note;And when an oilman sinks a well,Dry as the jokes of Digby Bell,Dennis or Mud fits like a shell.
“What’s in a name?” so Shakespeare wrote.
Well, a good deal when fellows vote,
Want a check cashed, or sign a note;
And when an oilman sinks a well,
Dry as the jokes of Digby Bell,
Dennis or Mud fits like a shell.
VIEWS ON THE TARR FARM, OIL CREEK, IN 1863-6.TARR HOMESTEAD IN 1862WELLS ON TARR FARMLOWER TARR FARMPHILLIPS AND WOODFORD WELLSJAMES S. TARRREFINERY OF THE NOBELS AT BAKU, RUSSIA.
VIEWS ON THE TARR FARM, OIL CREEK, IN 1863-6.
VIEWS ON THE TARR FARM, OIL CREEK, IN 1863-6.
VIEWS ON THE TARR FARM, OIL CREEK, IN 1863-6.
TARR HOMESTEAD IN 1862WELLS ON TARR FARMLOWER TARR FARMPHILLIPS AND WOODFORD WELLSJAMES S. TARR
TARR HOMESTEAD IN 1862WELLS ON TARR FARMLOWER TARR FARMPHILLIPS AND WOODFORD WELLSJAMES S. TARR
TARR HOMESTEAD IN 1862WELLS ON TARR FARMLOWER TARR FARMPHILLIPS AND WOODFORD WELLSJAMES S. TARR
TARR HOMESTEAD IN 1862
WELLS ON TARR FARM
LOWER TARR FARM
PHILLIPS AND WOODFORD WELLS
JAMES S. TARR
REFINERY OF THE NOBELS AT BAKU, RUSSIA.
REFINERY OF THE NOBELS AT BAKU, RUSSIA.
REFINERY OF THE NOBELS AT BAKU, RUSSIA.