However, "in verdure clad," I was persuaded into wearing them, and
stiffly sidled off, a badgered biped, my head swinging round the circle,
and my voice hanging on the verge of profanity all the way.
As fit boots they were a most successful failure. I gave them to the
office boy; but the crutches I afterward bought him cost me twenty-seven
dollars.
Henceforth I shall take my cue from JOHN CHINAMAN, and encase my
understanding in wood. Yours calmly,
VICTOR KING.
* * * * *
Recognized at Last.
A recent telegram from London says:--
"The Prussian hussars rode down and out to pieces a regiment of marine
infantry."
Hooray! Cheer, boys, cheer! The mythical Horse-Marines are
thus at last recognized as an accomplished fact.
* * * * *
"As I was going to St. Ives."
At St. Ives, Huntingdonshire, England, Lord ROBERT MONTAGU, M.P., was
lately burned in effigy by some intelligent boors, because he had joined
the Roman Catholic faith. That tells badly for the burners, who should
not have cared an _f i g_ about the matter.
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