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Cincinnati Weekly Times (Newspaper) - February 11, 1986, Cincinnati, Ohio Vol. XLIII. TVo. O.CIIVOIIViV-A.TI,    FEBRU^HY    11,    1886. Eei- Year. On the Heiicht. BT 0. T. LANIGAN. A ftream of heat nn<i ln1>or. Of cllinblni? and holding one’s breath Vi) steep, black rocks in the desert; The desert was K>'im as death. Desperate toil that elimbing. Never darina a downward eje; Beneath, a precipirx! dcadlj, Above, the strong blue sky. And when I reached the sninmit. Where the air and sun were sweet, A pool of llTini water Lay in the rock at my feet. And a m.an. dusk-fnc.’d, white-turbaned, bald: •‘Traveler, this is the spring Thut the prophet K1 jiili drank from Wben he fled from the wrath of the King.” I think the dresm h.as a moral: Only the feet that hare trod Bnde rock and wi’nryina desert Come ut lust to iho waters of Ood. NOTES AND NkWS. It is stntod that the obeliak has aged more In live vears’ re^ideiioe in New York than ill 3.500 In Kgypt. A doif at Walden’s llid»o, Tenn., fc rala-inga lilte>v of pigs w hose luoiher froze to áeatli diiriDjí ihe cold siijp. Kx-Oovertior Co quiit, of Georgia, la to deliver a tem|»eriiiiue speech at New Britain, Conn., on b'ebruurj' 20. Mrs. Logiiii is said to posseas one of the Jnest collecgbns of hri ■-i-hrac and valuable hiauirii‘^1 relics in Wastolngtoa. Oliver Wendell Holmes saya he baa arrived at the age when ho can sit ht home and “expkit to be vi-sited like a Chinese fod." £*glit hundred millions of capital io-veateil in mining oiib rpri'ies in tii<- United States pi'ouuce annually |400,000,000 of metal. The Peiiiisylvaiiih Unilroad Company is putting sto'sé bridges on the line of its road Wherever It becor..c8 necesaury to put on new sirucmres. A “sewing machine wliicb is held in the band and w orked like a pair of scissors’' is made aivhridgeiiort, Conn., the factory employing seveiity.five p ople. Colonel killings, the Medical Director of the Army, is a tail, fair-iiuired man. with drooping biSwu iniisiaulic. round shoulders and rallirs' sluggish manners. Professor 8pencer Baird is about to place 1.000.000 young Codfish in the waters of the Gulf of Mexico, lie has great faith in the succesb ol the ex|H‘riment. A first tiiul cf steel r.hdroad sleepers is to he mudo on somewhat more than thirty-seven miles of lino under the auspices oi the Belgian Railroad Commission. Mr. W. D Howell’s daughter Is about to try her hand at fiction; William Black’s ion writes stories, and a boy of Justiu McCarthy is going to publish a novel. The trane in patent medicines amounts to shout (822,000,000 per uiuium, and of this (10,000,000 a year is spent in advertising. There are 5,000 kinds in the market. Mr. Fleay is writing “The 'true History of the Life and Deatli of William Sbak-ipeiire. Player, Poet and Play.Maker.” Ihe book will oe published in March. John Bigelow, of New York, has in his libriirv the original manuscript of Franklin’s autobiogruphy. iio bought it in Paris when he was Minister to France. Mr. David H. Sirotlier (Porte Crayon), who was for a long time United States Consul General in Mexico, is now living at Charlestown, Jefferson Couuty, W. Va. It’s rumored thut Mr. Julian Hawthorne and his brother-in-law, Mr. Lathrop, are about to start a weekiv paper in New York City which snail be devoted to poetry and fiction. Edwin Booth, the t.cror, and Mr. Field, the manager, nave counted up the gross receipts of the Boston Museum tor the last thirteen week* and find them to exceed* 1160.000. Sir John E. Millais will present his new-ly married daughter and her husband with portraits of themselves painted by bimteif. It muy well be consldeivd a valuable wed* ding óresent. A |lby born on Thui>d ly, In a Long Island City family, has two hands on the right arm and one on the left. The third hand is joined to the arm immedialelf below the elbow.. Cli^tlne Nilsson declares that her coming iTUr in this oountrv will bo her very last. Then she will settle down uerma-lently in London and grow old graoefullv with Jenny Lind. Mr. James Russell Lowell has declined to be orator at the l^wcll semi-centennial celebration, as when the celebration takes place he will be on the way for a throe months’ visit to Eiiglaud. ' General Nelson A. M ilos is the youngest man of his rank in the United States array, and the o.ily one who bus oome from civil life. When the civil war began be wasa dry goods clerk in Boston. The Montreal Gazette notes the death, in that city, oi Patrick Monday, a native of Ireland, at the age of 113 years, and says his widow is stiil iiving tbnre, at Ihe age of 111 years, “strong and In good health.’’ At Lake Nynssa, Africa, a strong young man can bo bought lor lortv yards of while cotton cloth, a young woraah tor fifty-six yards and a young luoiiier for thirty-six yards. An old in m cun be had fur four yards. The Boll Telephone Company is defending Its exclusive rights in the courts of Now Orleans. The derendants are the National Improved Ti l -phone Company, ami they claim that I’hillj) lloiss, of Germany, and not Bell, is the inventor of the telephone. At Conuellsvllle, Penn., the families of twenty miners In tho coke strike were turned cut of ihelr homes into a snowstorm bv the comp inu's, but wore received into the tamllies of other «Inkers. A Mot tier’s I ntal Mistake. BalTíM'IRK. Mn.-Kvery Saturday, of this city, bus an account of a sad accident wuich happened in a family last week. A llftlo child IVaa threatened with croup, and Ibe mother gave it toe large « dose of a bough mixture, which uutloubiedly oon-talued opium, as the child sank into a comatose condtiion and died. The Coroner spoke strongly on the danger of such inedioitics, and remarked that the new couiih remedy, Ri-d Star Cough Cure, is free from opiates or poison, that the Governor and many nubllo men of Maryland have warmly enuorsed it, and that physicians in bOBultuls have adopted It in tboir treatment of throat and lung troubles. It losts only tweuiy-fiva ««u’s u boule. PINKIFS RKYENGfi. BT HELEN HUNT JACKSON. ^hat a perfect shame that she got here to-dav I” “Sh—Sh—, she might hear you 1" “Nonsense! She is down in the reception room. I don’t suppose, if she is from the backwoods, she has got ears that can hear tlirough doors.” “Girls, I am ashamed of you. How can you be so unfeeling toward your own cousin?” “I don’t care, mamma, she is sure to bo awkwai*d and dowdy. How can wc have her at the dinner table to-night? I shall die of mortification to have to introduce her to Mr. Morris as our cousin.” “Perhaps she will be too tired to come down to dinner after such long ride. It is a little awkward to add another to a set dinner party.” “Ohl mamma, bless you for the thought. You can tell her thut she is too iircd. Y'ou can arrange it, 1 know!” “Well, ril try 1” These were the sentences which fell on tlie ears of Priscilla Bent as she sat alone, waiting to see the aunt and cousins whom she had come all the way from Kansas to New York to visit, of whose welcome she fclf as sure as if she had known them all her life. It was by a blunder of the servant that she had been eliown directly upstairs into thedrawi-ng-room, which cmnninnicatecl by folding doors with the room where were sitting mother and daughters. ‘•Pinkie 1 What a name !”continued tho speaker. “Who ever heard of such a name except for a dog?” “Her name is Priscilla,” replied the mother; “but Pinkie was given to her by her father, when she was a little girl, on account of her pink clieeks.” “Well, I shall call her Priscilla.” “And I, too.” “Your father will not like it,’’ said Mrs. Bent. “But we must go down.” A swift rush of three women down the staircase, three loud exclamations of dismay at the sight of the empty reception rooms, looks of wonder and a smothered whisper of vexation. “How stupid of Beil! Do you suppose she heard ?” These were the next scenes in tho switt little drama which here began so in&uspiciously under Mr. Silas Bent’s roof this morning. And next to these followed one which seemed almost a justification ot all that the Misses Bent had said in regard to their cousin. Slowly rising to her feet, grasping her umbrella firmly in her left hand, rose a tall, an exceedingly tall young woman, who exclaimed ill a nasal voice, “Well, I was jest a-coinin’ to look yo up. I didn’t know as that fine black gentleman o’ yourn had condescended to let yon know I was hero. I’m most tired to death, I tell you; four days and four nights in the cars is enough to kill an ox. But I’ll bo all right soon’s I get my coffee. I reckon breakfast’s all cleared away by this time, but I don’t want much, only a cup of coffee, if the cook hain’t thrown it out. I’m real glad to see you. I s’posc uncle got my letter, didn’t he?” And pausing ill her breathless sjieoch, pretty Priscilla Bent looked sheepishly into the faces of her equally shame-faced relatives. If they had not been too guiltily disturbed in their own miuds of fears of having been overheard in their inhospitable comments, they might have detected a strange look oti tlioir Kansas cousin’s face, a strange mixture of twinkle and terror. But they saw, heard nothing except what so thoroughly corroborated their worst foal’s. Even Mrs. Bent herself, who had resolved bcioi-ehand to bo thoroughly kiud to the child of her husband’s favorite brother, was thrown off her balance, and, in spite of horscif, tho welcome she gave was curt and cool. But nothing appeared to daunt the terrible Pinkic. Radiant good humor shone in her face; her toimuc ran like a clapper, and when the diii-nor party was meutioucd Pinkie cried: “Not much! I ain’t too tired. I’ll just buuk down, and by 6 o’clock I’ll be fresh as a rooster I 'We don’t often got a cliancc to a regular dinner party out in Emporia, and I don’t mean to miss one this winter. Say, shall I wear mv very best? I’ve read about tho kind of clothes you New Yorkers wear to dinners. But I’ve got some A No. 1 gowns, I tell you. Now, you just show mo my room and I’ll go straight to bed and slay there till dinivcr time. You let your black man brink me up a tumbler of milk, will ye, along about 1 o’clock, and a doughnut or liard-tack. I’m used to eatiii’ heartily in the middle o’ the day.” When the door was finally’ shut upon Pinkie, her aunt and cousins exchanged looks. “Horrible I” cried tho youngest daughter, Carrie. “It’s worse than I ever conceived. How could papa send for her ?” “He has not seen her since she was ten years old,” said Mrs. Bent, dismally. “Of course he could not dream she woukl.be like this. Ho has always said her mother was a charming woman, and they lived in Europe for several years when she was lUiIe. It is horrible, girls!” “Buuk down I” ejaculated Iho eldest daughter, Sophia. “Prcsh as a rooster 1” eehocd Carrie. “Mamma, I shall go to bed myself, and be too ill to appear to-night. I never can live through it—never 1 I don’t believe Mr. Morris will ever cross our threshold again.” “Then he is welcome to stay away,” said Mrs. Bent, hotly. While the distressed consultation was going on between Mrs. Bent and her daughter, Pinkie, safe locked in her room, was holding one with her-selt. Tears sparkled in her eyes, but her face was full of mirtti. *‘I will!” she muttered. “I will do it. It will be good enough for them. I know I can. It will teach them a good lesson. But I’ll have to work like a Trojan to get the dress readv. Let me see what I have got that will do. Ha! I have it! That old tableau dress will be just the thing.” “How lucky I brought it!” she chuckled, as she shook out tho folds of a white muslin of the most antiquated country fashion. “Now I I can go to sleep and rest easy for an hour, ‘awkward and dowdy.’ That is what I will be,” and in five minutes miscliievous Pinkie Bent was sound asleep. Anxiety and vexation had made Carrie ill, and it was with a most unbecoming flush oil her liarassed face that she appeared in the drawingroom a few moments betoro the dinner hour. There sat the cousin from Kansas I Was ever such a figure seen in a New York drawingroom before? A plain white muslin, made in the shepherdess style, very full and very short, pcarlet stockings, a broad scarlet sash, and worst of all, on her head a turban of white muslin, with a scarlet poppy flaunting in front! This was what the malicious Pinkie had done with iierself, whose trunks were tiill of exquisite French gowns such as her cousins had never owned, and not often seen. Slie knew at least that opals on soft white command a certain sort of respect, even from her iu-hospitable relatives. “Thank heaven she wore themi That will show people she at least has moiie.v. Tliat necklace couldn’t have cost less than $1,000.” “Yes,” replied Pinkie, nonchalantly, “ma likes ’em best of all she’s got They’re ma’s. I like flowers better. I’m great on artificial flowers; always wear ’em every day.” Tne guests were already arriving, Mr. Bent himself among them, he having, according to the fashion of Now York business men, arrived homo only iu time to dress for dinner. His heart was so full of afi'ectionatc welcome for his niece, whom lie remembered as a beautiful child of ten, only half a dozen years ago, that he did not at first note anything but the the lovely uplifted eyes aud the affectionate voice. As the dinner progressed even unobservant Mr. Bent became aware that his niece’s attire was not wJiat It should be and that her voice was too loud. “But the women folks can soon straighten that all out, and tho cliila’s as pretty as a picture.” So also thought tho Hon. Mr. Morris, who to Carrie’s vexation, on being told by her that the young lady in white was a cousin, who had arrived most inopportunely from Kansas, had exclaimed; “From Kansas! How delighted I am! That is the State of all others I am most interested in seeing. I am going out there in the spring. If all the Kansas ladies have so wonderful a complexion as your cousin, that is another reason for visiting the region. Pray present mo to her, will you? I should like to ask her manv questions. Perhaps, eh,” he stam-iiicred, with the curious mixture of diffiucnce and audacity one so often sees ill Englishmeu—“perhaps your mother will be so good as to let rae have the pleasure of sitting by her side at dinner—that is, if it will uot disarrange your plans.” “I am quite sure inamina will not relinquish the pleasure of having you chiefly to herself at dinner,” responded Carrie, her heart full of auger and mortification. Nevertheless, several times In the course of the dinner, Mr. Morris heard the shrill voice, aud thought to himself; “What a pity the American voice is so high-pitched I” Wlion the gentlemen joined the ladies in the drawing room, Mr. Morris looked cagerry for the Kansas cousin. Not seeing her, ho accosted Ml’S. Bent with true English bluff-iicss: “I don’t see your nicco from Kansas. I hope she is not gone. I was comitingon talking with her the rest of the cveniim.” Willi iiiingTed resentment and contusion, Mrs. Bent replied: “My niece went upstairs immediately after dinner.” In truth, Mrs. Bent was in a state ot uei’vous bewilderment. Withoifl for a moment suspecting tho real cause of Pinkie’s withdrawal, she liad perceived that the girl was greatly moved as she came swiftly to her when they \vero entering the drawing-room. “Aunt, I must ask you to excuse me. I am going upstairs to change my dress; 1 was uot dressed as I should have been.” “Never mind, child; ucver miud.” Pinkie was gone. It did not take long for her to finish her transformation touches. Tiic dainty white surah silk with billowy reach of white lace from belt to hem, the soft, cliugiiig gloves to the shoulders, the opal bracelets, the white ostrich tcathcr fan, the white satin slip pers—all were In readiness. But at last Pinkie’s he art failed her. “It was a shameful trick to play on them. I shall cry; I know I sball, and I’d rather die than cry before that Englishman.” At last she stole down slowly, hcs-itatinglv. Black Ben caught siarhi of her first, and reeled baek with excitement. It was an unerring Instinct which fed Pinkie, on entering the drawing room, to glide swiftly to her uncle’s side, and putting both hands into hie, say: “Dear Uncle Silas, won’t you make iny peace with aunt, and ask your friends here to forgive me for masquerading at your dinner?” Before she had half finished speaking, the company had gathered close around her. “I must say—” began Mr. Bent, in an angry tone. But Pinkie went on resol ntelv: “1 could not resist the temptation to live up to the New Yorkers’idea of a Kansas girl, just lor an hour or two. You know that I was exactly the sort of a person you all expected to see from the West.” She gathered courage as she saw smiles. “Yes, you all know it,”fmbracing tho group in licr appealing glance, “and we out West ail know it. Then forgive me. You ask them to forgive me, dear Uncle Silas, won’t you ?” Blit Uncle Silas was laughing too heartily. He bent over aud kissed her forehead. “I ask them all to forgive mo for kissing you,” he said. “A capital joke, Pinkie!” “The best piece of acting 1 ever saw,” cried the Hon. Mr. Morris; “quite clever, very neat. Upon my word, though, I do not think now, really, Miss Bent, I should not liave seen through it; I don’t think you could have deceived me.” “I should not have tried,” replied Pinkie, very simply. Yet there was a certain iindefinable something in her tone that made tho Hon. Mr. Morris change color. There are no words in which to describe the embarrassment of Mrs. Bent and her daughters. “Had Piiikle overheard what thev’ said about her?” They sounded her as far as they dared, but they never found out. To only one person did Pinkie ever tell the whole. That was to the Hon. Mr. Morris, after she had been some weeks his wife.    / ‘T thought it was souiijifet In them, Frank,” she said ; “so cruel, I’d just give them a lessou and let them see that manners may be only skin deep— easily put on or off. But I’d never have done it, Frank, if I’d seen you first—I wanted to run out of the room as soon as I saw you look at me.” “You iiecdu’t have done so,” replied Hon. Mr. Morris, “foi*I thought as soon as my ej'es fell on you that I had never seen so lovely a face before.” “Did you, really?” asked Pinkie. “Really,” answered tho Hon. Mr. Morris. Success., BT IIKLEN KKITH. What Is euccees* It is to b« Tnio to the liighoi«t that one knows; To mark the blooui u|K>q the tiee,    « And not the tlioru upon the rose. WIiHt is succssst It is to know The bond of common brotherhood; It is to let tho cantive go, It Is to lovo the pure aud good. It is to feed the flame of thoiieht With clearer and diviner utl; It is to make a garden s)M>t With earucst hands and patient toil. Itlswlih jor to bide onr time. Then find all times an 1 eatsons ours; For he is king of every elimo Whose life is filled with flowers. Whst Is success? ’Tis to bs free To kn iw the law and to obey; It Is to cause tho blind to see. It is to light the upward way. To he supply for others’ need. To be the love which aims to blc?i, To Ih) the truth which others fee>(, This, and this only, is success. CnrlusitleM at .Yuotion. I Philadelphia Tclogrtph.J The last sale of the collection of curiosities from Long’s Museum was made this afternoon at M. Thomas & Sous’ auction rooms on South Fourth street, and attracted a large crowd of people to the place. Two pieces of the monitor Merrimac brought thirty cents, while a small piece of the bark from the Penn Treaty tree realized seventy-five cents, and a siiiifl’ box made from Benjamin Franklin’s printing press fifteen cents. A small fragment ot the old Liberty Bell caused some spirited bidding and sold for $115; a iiewtcr pot fmni the Rebel ram Stonewall, seventy-five cents; small anchor from tlie frigate Alliance, $2 50; eleven pieces of the roof of the old Peiiii mansion, six cents; a figure cut from the marble steps on wliicli tlio Declaraiioi! of Indej^end-cuce was announced brought $1 65. Causo for Anxiety. [N. Y. Time».] Young Mother (displaying baby)— Just think, Mr. Grimes, the baby is only five mouths old and has a tooth! Mr. Grimes (an old bachelor)—How many teeth? Youiig Mother—One. Old Bachelor—Only one? You ought to see a dentist at once, Mrs. Hobson, There may bo something wrong. A 60 cent boitwj oi Dr. Ülgpiow’s Positive Curs will promptly and tboruu^hly cure tbe worst case of rcceut cougli, cold or throat or lung trouble. Huv tbe dollar bottle for obroulo cases. Pleksant to take. MoClellan to Grant. Much has been said of the feeling General McClellan held towai’d General Grant. Letters of the latter to McClellan have been published. One of these was in answer to the following; No 10 Gramerct Park, December 29,1881.—My Dear Geiicrfl—Knowing as yon do tho intimate relations between General Fliz John Porter and myself since our cadet days, I'ou will not be surprised that he has shown me this evening (confidentially) the lettor you have written to the President in his behalf, and that he has related to me the circumstance which led to your taking this step. As our own relations    back to the same distant time, I am very sure that you will not regard it as a liberty if I express to you the heartfelt gratitude I feel toward you and the admiration I entertain for the frank honesty, the loyalty to truth and duty wliich have marked your course in this matter. 1 appreciate fully the difficulties of the ]K>siiion aud the cflurt which it would have cost most men to reverse an opinion, uo matrer how formed, in this most I>cculiar case. You have done this, Hiid ill a wa> that niusi ever be one of tlio strongest titles to the respect aud admiration of those acquainted with the circumstances. Great as are the services you rendered the Nation in its hour of gravest peril, I am not sure that tliis letter of yours to the President will not hereafter be regarded as perliaps the noblest action of your life. Ai all events I cau not resist the impulse 10 make known to you my own fcchiig with regard to it, and whether the value you attach to my sentiments be great or little, I am, la all sincerity, your fiieiid. Gkoroe B. McClellan. General U. S. Grant Intereatini; Vt Idows. fChicngo Tribune.] “When I came into this office last May,” said Colonel McLcau, Deputy Commissioncs of Pensions, “there were thirteeu widows of revolutionary soldiers drawing pensions, and over 300 widows of soldiers of the war of 1812.” “How could tha be ?” was asked. Just in this way: Youiig women who saw an old soldier who drew a gootUpension, but who was likely to die, came forward and married him ami took in the pension. The revolutionary war closed over 100 years ago, and any man who was engaged in it would, if uow living. have reached tho age of 130 or thereabouts. The same thing in principle prevails iu regard to tho soldiers of the late war. There is in reality no reason why a woman who married a soldier after the war was over should draw a i»eii8Íou. She took her husband for better or worse, aud there is no possible construction that can show a loss to such a woman from the war. Under the present ar rangeineut, a w'idow whoso linsbaud only drew $2 while he lived is entitled to $S |ter month, provided it can be shown that her luubaud’s deatli was the result of his disabilities. It is very hard to make a general law that does not seem to do injustice iu certain cases.” “What do you think of the proposition now before Congress to increase the pensions of widows from $8 to $10 ]>er month ?” “I tJiink it is a good and just move. It will only cost the Goverilment $72,-000 anuually to do this, and will do great good. Washington and the Desperado. iCleTeland Leader. | Shortly after the close of the Revolutionary war General Washington was at Mount Vernon, and one day ho started to go to Alexandria, accompanied only by his negro servant. The road then used lay through the farm of a des]>ci'ad<», a stranger to tho General, the main road having become im lassable. The General had pistols with him. As they were going back the desperado came out on horseback aud said to Washiugtou: “You shall not go this way.” “You don’t know me,” said the General. “Yes I do,” said the ruffian. “You aro General Washington, who Commanded the army in the Revolution, and if you attempt to pass mo I sliall shoot you.” Washington took out his pistol, looked at its ])nmiiig, and hamied it to his servant, saying: “If this man shoots me, I want you to elioot him.” He then coolly passed on without iiiolustatioii. Pituliiiiie Into Mr. Dowells. [Boston Traveller.] A writer in the New York Evening Post has somothing to add to the general Burpriso aud disgust at Howells’ colossal conceit and suproinc want of tact iu his new Editors’ Study. Tho writer quotes Mr. Howells’ cheerful assertion, “Presently all will be changed,” and says that for tho standard novels ho “oft’ers as a substitute a sort of gombinatioii of the essay ami blue book, and iu tho two numbers of the Moiitldv, ill which ho has acted as editor, ho has denounced sucli authors as Dickens, Victor Hugo, Scott, Haw-thurne and Balzac, aud siiecred at Irving. As these six authors represent all novelists, it will not be long before Fielding, Goldsmith, Bulwer, etc., fall tinder his lash.” Mr. Howells is rapidly undermining his reputation by the effort to autocratically set forth his own method of novel writing as the onlv one entitled to consideration, and he is a modern instance ot the failure possible to one “dres.sed in a little briet authority.” Actresses In Tttfhts. [New York Cor. Philadslplilt New».J Palmer and Wullack have in pub lishcd interviews denounced the current taste for actresses in tights, and this peculiar matinee is under the personal direction of Daly. That they have suffered from the compctilioa ot tho entertainments v hich they condemn is mentioned as a selfish animus of their present proceedings; but circumstances have combined to create much sciitimcnt on their side of the question. Exploits of a small but very conspicuous minority of burlesque aud comic opera actresses have lately scandalized the well-bchavc<l majority: and the more notorious the persons became the more they were forced forward, because their value as attractions to the Judes was thereby cnhaiiccd. At the annual meeting of tho Society for tho Suppression ot Vice, wliich is Anthony Comstock’s organization, the subject of risky stage costuming was discussed, and tho heavy backers of Comstock—tlie element from which he gets his potent moral ami financial support—agreed to sustain him in a crusade against tights.< He is therefore likely to do something radical if not effective. CoinpieU‘ly Crashed. [Kentucky Yeonian.j A Frankfort gentleman was called to Washington on business that kept him there for a week or two, during which he stopped at one of the best hotels and mingled in the best society. His friends observcil on his return a marked change in his bearing, the greater particularity in his dress, the higher jtolieh to his silk hat and boots, and other evidences of his better keep while on his visit to the Capital city. A change was also noticed by his family in his more fastidious hatting, etc. The next day at dinner, upon being asked if he would take soup, fingering his cyej'lasses as it he were about to read a bill of tare, he inquired: “Is it St. Julieu or Mulligataw-noy ?” “It’s bean sotrp, sir, and plenty good enough for you at that, sir,” was tlio response from the otlier end of the table. Since then he has resumed his home airs, and is metaphorically roosting lower. Defeated by h Hair. Ex-Senator Hannibal Hamlin, of Maine, recently told how ho was defeated by a single hair when first an aspirant for the U iiitcd States Senate iu 1847. When ho was Speaker of tho House in the Maine Legislature, William C. Allen was a member, and was noted for the great care with which he combed his hair. One day, during a dull debate, Speaker Hamlin noticed the-smooth, careful way in wtiich Allen’s hair was done up. ' So he sent a ]>agc to tho gentleman asking Iiim to step up to the S|)eakcr. Allen complied, and with marked gravity Mr. Hamlin informed him tiiat one of the hairs on the top of his head crossed another. Allen grow wrathy at oucc, and declared that he did not come there to be insulted. Altcrward ho became a State Senator, and by stubbornly rctusing to vote for Mr. Hamlin, fiiiully conqicTlcd him to withdraw. How Martin Lutlier Died. [Shoe and ixiathcr Reporter.I It is related that at one of the Vas sar College examinations in history, one of the most pi-oinising pupils was interrogated: “Did Martin Luther die a natural death?” “No,” was tho reply, “he was excommunicated by a bull.” This is presumably tho same young lady who sent some “sponge cake of her own make” to President Cleveland, who uses it as a paper weight, under the Impression that it is a pound cake. All of which •goes to show that she is better up in history than she is in cookoiy. One Aucomplislinicut. ITrunaluted from the French.] Mother, prouoiiticiiig an encomium on her daughter to a young man who is paying attentions to her: “Slie sings, plays on the piano and the harp, paints, understands logic, crochet, botany, English, Italian and German, and indeed almost everything. And what are your accomplishments ?” “I have none.” “What, not any ?” “Madam, I acknowledge that if we were reduced to cxtreiiiity I believe that I should know how to do tho cooking.” Dennis Kguu, tbe newly appointed Postmaster nt Llbcrtr, 1ml., took cburgeoftbe ofBce Weunesdav. He is tbe first Democratic oUloebolder in that county for thirty years. ______ The Ohio State Arcbaeotogical and liis-toricnl boclely will hoUl its annual tncetiug St Columliiis, Febrtinty 18 and 19. Verdict of tt coroner’» juiy: “Pied from want—UÍ Dr, Bull’s Cough Syrup.” 26cts. A Sweet OiH Moccorae. The pretty raslden, vlA the ebeeks of pink, At home at nizbt doflb atmy. The fascination of tbe rotter rink lias paMed away. In i«ienre moment* now she enltivatea Tho chaste cbrvsanihoinum; She traded off ber pretty roller-akatea For chewing gum. No more the skips out to tbe matinee To show her fancy hoso. She heliM her mother on a wiwbing day To iron clotnos. No more arnnnd the ciirnmaerlbctl ellipse On a dudo’» arm she whirls; She eiays nl homo at night ood tews, or rips,* Like all go<^ gins. What eauwd tbe change in her? The gossipi state:— Such thinn make goMtps glad— Her Iteuu took out .anotUer girl to skate And she got niiul. —[Boston Courier. CURRENT FÜN. Auctioneers have a nod way of receiving bids. It is said that Maud Miller “takes after” her mother. 8he may yet take after her husband.—f Post-Dispatch. “Try not the pass,” the old man said, but the old man wasn’t a legislator.—[Burlington (Vt.) FrecPresz. Mr. E’/arts’ present opinion upon the sliver .subject appears to have been corked up and thrown away.—[Philadelphia Times. Cnstomcr—Give me a dozen fned oysters. Walter—Sorry, sah, but we’fi all out o’ shellfish, sah, ’ceptin’ eggs—[Chicago News. In New York it is now the fashion to serve cxslcry frozen hard. The stylo probably originated in a corner provision stall during a cold wave.— [Lowell Courier. Under the head “Gospel Trnths” a country weekly has tiiis paragraph: “This paper has a larger circulation than all the papers in the county combi ued.”—[Drake’s Magazine. Ovcrsettrom the Omnibus: “Dear-e.st Allred, I shall marry thee, even if wc only bread and water have.” “To me all right, dearest Emma, bring thou the bread on; for the water will 1 provide.” Pompons physician (to patient’s wife): “Why (lid you delay sending for me until he was ontof his mindr Wife: “Oh, doctor, whBa ho waa in * his right mind he wouldn’t let mo send for you.” The Administration should suspend the coinage of all bad appointments. It may be true that such apitointments are very few in number, but it would be liest ’to have none at all. —[St. Louis Post Dispatch. “Good morning, Mrs. Gilligan, how is Patrick this morning?” “Suro,Iio is no better, sir.” “Why don’t you send him to the hospital to be treated?” “To be treated, is it? Faith, an’ it’s the delarium trimmins he has already.” A rural exchange publishes Senator Beck’s silver s]>eecli, and hopes every citizen will read “these inspired utterances of the Eciitucky Senator.” There are few States that produce as many galleas of ins[)iration as Kentucky.—[Miiwutikee Sentinel. “I say, Paddy, tliat is the worst looking liorse that I have ever seen in harness. Why don’t you fatten him up?” “Fat him up, is it? Faix, the poor baste can hardly carry the little mate that’s on him now,” replied Paddy.—[Kentucky State Journal. ■When General Shermau was at Fort Bayartf he was asked by an Indian chief for an old field piece that stood out in the inclosure. “Can’t have it,” was the auswcr. “Why not?” “What do you want with it, to kill soldiers?” “Soldiers! Ugh, no. Use ’em kill cowboys. Kill soldiers with club.” She Never Studied It—“This natural gas is a wonderful thing,” remarked Mrs. Fangle.as she sat before tho fire at Mrs. Suaggs’. “Yes, indeed, it is,” replied Mrs. Snaggs. “1 wouder how they got it, and why we never had it Defore?” “Indeed I don’t knew a thkig about it. I never studied ga«trouoiny.”-^[Piitsburg Ciironicle. Toiik A Bliorc Cnt. lArkansaw Traveller.I The other night on au Arkansas railroad train a passenger called the conductor aud asked: “Are we on time?” “Yes.” “Glad. Are we on the track?” “I don’t know, but I’ll go forward and ask.” He went away, and, returniiig said: “I am infornicd that we loft the track about five miles back. We are now ruiiniug on the country dirt road, and if we don’t meet a wagon wo will be all right. You see there is a big bciid in the road back liei c, niul we save time by taking a shortcut.” The Kcntiickv Seiiato- passed a Ilouss bill raukin;; the se<hiction nf a Kiri sixtees vearsold or youiiger a felony puiiishabis with impi'isonment iroin one to iliree fears* A cattle barn burned near Tror, O., and C. R. C. Dyo lost a herd of sixty-elfthl blooded Jerseys. A silver mine is said to hare been struck near Chllllooihe. O. I was ntil cted with neuralgia, and foi many weeks endured the ai{onr. The Athlophoros was very quick iu takinf bold ot the disease and drlring It away. Oeo. K. Rrierler, foreman of the macbiue sUopa 01 J. W. Stoddard é Co., Dayton, O.

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