El Paso International Daily Times (El Paso, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 65, Ed. 1 Friday, March 17, 1893 Page: 8 of 8
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CHRONIC WOES.
Nothing to do bat work.
Nothing to eat but fond,
Nothing to wear but rlcthes.
To keep one from going nude.
Nothing to breathe but air.
Quick as a flush’t is gone:
Nowhere to fall but off,
Nowhere to stand but on.
Nothing to comb but h<iir,
Nowhere to sleep but in bed.
Nothing to weep but tears.
Nothing to bury but dead.
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Nothing losing but songs,
Ah, well, alas! alack!
Nowhere to go but out.
Nowhere to come but back.
Nothing to see but sights.
Nothing to quench bat thirst,
Nothing to have but what we’ve got;
Thus through life we are cursed.
Nothing to strike but a gait;
Everything moves that goe$
Nothing at all but common sense
Can ever withstand these woes.
-Chicago Mail.
The Lexicon of Youth.
Parents cannot be too careful how
they answer the apparently trivial ques-
tions of their children. It would al-
most seem as if a child’s dictionary were
a necessity of the age. Here is an illus-
tration:
“Pa," said a little chap to his father,
“what does a man mean when he says,
“ ‘1*11 fix you? ”
“Means that hell do him up,” an-
swered the father briefly.
“But, then, what does ‘do him up’
mean?"
“Bother! You ask too many questions,
child. It means that he is going to kill
him.”
The little fellow was silenced for the
time; but, as events proved, be thought
over the subject. Soon after he was
taken ill, and the family doctor being
absent a strange physician was sum-
moned. Left alone with him for a few
moments the little fellow began to ask
question*.
“Going to cure me. doctor?’ he in-
quired.
“Yes, yes., my little man.” said the
doctor, who was preparing a dose, “I’m
going to fix you.”
What was the doctor’s surprise to see
a email, white robed figure dart from
the bed and make a bee line for the door,
through which be disappeared. The as-
tonished medical man followed him and
found him sobbing in his mother’s arms.
To her he was relating his fears that the
doctor intended to “fix" him in the sense
that his father had defined the word to
him a few weeks before.—Detroit Free
Press.
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“What bizness yer in now, Jimmy?’
J irnray—Stationery.—Truth.
A Traipancr.
The Portland Transcript tells a quaint
story of Portland's veteran capitalist,
W. W. Thomas, and one of his tenants.
Mr. Thomas’ house faces on Danforth
street, his tenant’s on Gra; street, and
the lots join. In front of t' a Gray street
house is a pleasant lawn, and the prem-
ises are separated by a high board fence
overrun by woodbine. One beautiful
morning in September Mr. Thomas called
on his tenant, his face presenting a se
vero aspect, and in a gruff manner de-
manded why he had trespassed on hi*
ground. Denial was of no avail* and
finally Mr. Thon#ts got the alleged de-
linquent to come over to his garden on
Danforth street. Then he was shown
how a squash seed on the other side of
the fence had sent forth its vines in tres-
pass on the Thomas estate, the result
being an enormous squash. This Mr.
Thomas had tended carefully, and now
presented with quiet humor to his sur-
prised friend.
Helping the Monkey.
“Dan,” said a 4-year-old, “give me 5
cents to buy a monkey.”
“We have one monkey in the house
now,” said tlie elder brother.
“Who is it, Dan?’
“You,” was the reply.
“Then give me 5 cents to buy the mon-
key some nuts.”
The brother Could not resist.—Texas
Siftings,
The Girl With Many Brothers.
Brother (from the country)—How ia
this, Diesel? You are afraid of asking
leave to go out this afternoon, when I,
your only brother, have come to pay
„ you a visit.
Servant Girl—Well, you see, Hans, I
have had so many brothers calling to see
me lately.—Rappel.
A Matter ef NeeeMlty.
Kate—jDon’t yon think it wrong for a
girl to wink at a man?
Mamie—It's almost impossible not te
winkjWhen there's a spark in your eye.
—Boston Transcript
ln8 th* dpor of their house. Sud-
denly there was a great noise in the]
qniet street, and a horseman rode up,
It was a friend of the family, who was
cm his way to settle* an account with a
troublesome debtor. When we hinted
that a creditor wonld hardly be ordina-
rily received at such an hoar, he touched
something h&ngingon the pommel erf hie
mddle, and said that he had something
them which would settle the matter.
His debtor was an Indian who lived
not far away in the country, and who
had promised to make for him SOO or 40b
luge adobe bricks in payment for some
small wares which he had purchase*)
two years before. Beseemed perfectly
willing to fulfill his contract, and when-
ever he was reminded of it m onld prom-
ise to be on hand the next day: but ha
never appeared.
The merchant was repairing his bouse
and according to the custom of the coun-
try had taken the law into his own
hands. An hoar after he left us he re-
turned, calling out triumphantly, “Wall,
I have my man, you see.”
His lasso was unrolled. One end vna
tied to his saddle: the other was fastened
»bout the wrists of an Indian. I *h»lj
never forget the captive's impassive face,
His strong features, framed in long loci*
of hair, expressed neither anger nor an
touistimeut—-only philosophical submis-
sion to fate. The next day at dawn I saw
him cheerfully at work with the air of a
man who was glad to pay his debts.
Curiously enough, whoa some time
ater another man wished to-engage bit
services he declined the offer. He liked
his employer and his work and had no
desire to better his condition.—Man-*)
Monnier.
Death to the Horses.
It is a white and dreary plain. There
is a line of straggling gum tree® beside a
I’eeble water course.
Six wild horses—brombies, as they are
called—have been driven down, corralled
and caught. They have fed on the leaves
of the myall and stray bits of salt bush
After a time they are got within the
traces.
They are all young and they look not
•o bad. We start. They can scarcely be
leld in for the first few miles. Then
they begin to soak in perspiration. An-
other five miles and they look drawn
about the flanks, and what we thought
was flesh is dripping from them.
Another five, and the flesh has gone.
The ribs show, the shoulders protrude,
jook! A poler's heels are knocking
against the whiffletree. It is twenty
miles now. There is a gulp in your
throat as yon see a wreck stagger out of
the traces and stnmble over the plain,
lead near the ground and death upon its
back. There is no water in that direc-
tion, worn out creature.
It comes upon you like a sudden blow.
These horses are being driven to death.
And why? Because it is cheaper to kill!
them on this stage of thirty miles than
to feed them with chaff at $250 a ton.
And now another sways. Look at the
throbbing sides, the quivering limbo. I '
He falls.
“Driver, for heaven’s sake, can’t yot
seer
“I do; so help me God, I do. But
we’ve got to get there. I’ll let them out
at another mile.”
And yon are an Anglo-Saxon, and thil
is a Christian land.—“Round the Com-!
pass in Australia.”
Effected a Compromise.
In a certain Maine town lives a man
who for many years has been engaged in
the grocery business, but receiving a
good offer he sold oat to a younger
and retired to private life. Bat the rul-
ing passion was too strong to let lfim
long be idle, ao he commenced building
a store on his land, which adjoined that
of the Methodist church. For a time
everything went harmoniously and the
new store neared a state of completion.
But just at this point up came one of
the trustee* of the church and said,
“Your store sets over on our land one
foot and it will have to be moved.” This.
rather staggered the prospective grocer. '
and he retired to ponder over the qnee-
tion and stndy the deeds of his land and
test the measurements.
In doing this he discovered that the
back of the chnrcb rested over on his
side of the line three feet. Armed with
this new argument he said to the chnrcb
owners, “If you will move your church
three feet I will move my store one.”
This view of the case waa a new one tc
the church authorities, but recognizing
its force they made all haste to effect •
compromise.—Lewiston Journal.
Not the Weaker Bex,
To refer to women aa the weaker sex,
a German scientist say*, is surely a mis
take, for they have always known how
to preserve their dominion over the so
relied stronger sex. Men are indeed wo
men's most obedient slaves. Solomen
*aid his wives were bitterer than death,
and surely there never was a greater slave
to woman. Statistics show that seven
wives survive every ton famous men.
Heloise survived the loss of her beloved
Abelard twenty-two years, and similarly
the wife of Washington, though she de-
clared she could never get over the death
of her husband, outlived him thirty
years.—San Francisco Argonaut.
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H. WHITMER, D.D.S.
rin all its branches.
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bridge work a specialty
ST. CHARLES BUILDING
Dentistry1
J.B, OTT*CO.
Aad Sapptto* *. o. Box 374.
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G} DEALER IN
Cerrillos Lump Coal,
Coke, Charcoal, Wood,
KINDLING & LIME.
Telephone No. 8.
On Seoond, between Santa Fe
and Chihuahua streets.
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Short Order House,
AND HNOTAPKANT.
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Ureters, m* and Game la mmn stria.
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309 £1 Paso street.
WING KEE Proprietor
BUCHANAN A POWERS,
MANUFACTUBBRH ON
SASH, DOORS. OFFICE FIXTURES.
JOBBING WORK a SPECIALTY
1207 Mesa Avenue, El Paso, Texas.]
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Taming, Sash Blinds
Mill Work a Specialty
FIRST AXD VIRGINIA STS.
Telephone 171
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L>or, Stanton K. Overland Streets.
EL PASO, TEXAS.
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OEM: HAI. BLACKSMITH,
Carriage and Wagon Manufacturer.
Buokboards. Buggies. Spring Wag-
ons and Phaetons For Sale.
No. 11 West Overland Street.
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El Paso International Daily Times (El Paso, Tex.), Vol. 13, No. 65, Ed. 1 Friday, March 17, 1893, newspaper, March 17, 1893; El Paso, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth541794/m1/8/: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Abilene Library Consortium.