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Globe, Volume VII, Issue 711, 29 September 1876, Page 3

A would-be fashionable woman in the West, under sentence of death for murder, has only one request to make. She wants the shade of her dress to match that of the rope, A “corded” silk would be appropriate. “ Don’t come to see me any more just yet, John; father has been having his boots halfsoled, with two rows of nails around the toes,” wrote a guileless Taranaki girl to her adorer. A Detroiter, who has a good record of army service, took down his revolver to shoot a cat which had been hanging around the house. After looking at him while he fired six shoots the cat walked away. While he was loading up for more destruction, the shooter’s small boy inquired : “ Father, did you ever kill any one while you were in the army?” “I suppose so, my son.” After a long pause the boy continued : “ Then you must have got near enough to hit ’em with an ax, didn’t you ?” It was then dis covered to be about school time.