THE BATTALION.
man race. The close air to blame becoz
we haven’t enny more men that air grate.
If we wud get up in the morning and
rap a sheet around us insted of having
to dress half an our or so we wud have
that mutch more time to stuucly and
think and get to be bigg filosofers and
poets and things. I am going to get
a shurt waste tomorrow morning.”
After maw thot about it a while she
told paw they wasn’t enny use spending
the money before he new whether he’d
like the shurt waste or not. Our bird
gurl is a large gurl with brodi sholders
and no eorsuts worth notusing, so maw
horrid one of hur shurt wastes that was
just washed and got paw to try it on.
It was a pritty good fit, only that it
wudn’t tuck into the top of paw’s
trousers very far, hut he looked at him
self in the glass and sed:
“Of corse, if I was getting a brand
new one it wud fit a little bit better in
some spots, but I thinks this looks pritty
well.”
Uncle Wesley and Aunt Grace came
over while paw was, keeping cool, and
Uncle Wesley sed he bet paw dassent
wair it in the street.
“Just to show you,” paw told him,
“I’ll go down to the drug store and get
some segars if you will furnish the quar
ter. I suppose they will be fools around
to skoff, but what does a grate filosofer
nead to care for such people when he
knows posterity is agoing to give him
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justice? Look at the nobull men that
got their names handed down the fur
thest. They all got skoffed at by peepul
that nobuddy ever heard of afterwards.
But what did' they care? They just let
them skoff. That is my mottoe.”
He was neerly down to the church at
the corner when an ice wagon came along
with three men in it, and they began to
skoff and thro chunks of ice at paw.
Then some boys came from a lot of dif
ferent ways and skoffed just as hard as
they could, and the wimen got out on
the frunt porches. In a few minits paw
came home all out of breth with three
dawgs and a lot of peepul after him.
The shurt was mostly slipped up under
his arms becoz Uncle Wesley sed it had
the rising infecktion.
When the mob went away paw came
out of the closet, where he hid while
the skoffin’ was going on, and maw, she
sed:
“Why didn’t you let them skoff? What
does a filosofer nead to care when he
knows posterrity is going to give him
justice?”
Paw got to looking kind of far away
and sed:
“If you wudn’t always be so blamed
afrade I mite pay a few sents for sum-
thing for myself some time, I wud not
of put that thing on, and mebby I mite
of got over the noshun before tomor
row!”—Chicago Times-Herald.
The door-step of the temple of wisdom
is a knowledge of our own ignorance.—
Spurgeon.
Language becomes more perfected, as
the understanding of a nation and its
culture advances; and therefore a dic
tionary is perhaps the most reliable
standard of the culture of a nation, for
we may unerringly recognize man by his
speech.—J. A. Fischer.
To stuff our minds with what is sim
ply trivial, simply curious, or that which
at best has a low nutritive power, this
is to close our minds to what is solid and
enlarging and spiritually sustaining.—
Frederick Harrison.