FRENCH FUN.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2237, 29 April 1881, Page 2

FRENCH FUN.

What the Alleged "Wits of Paris Find TO t?AY IN THEIR NEWSPAPERS.

Sunday World.”]

An engaging young man Is late iu paying his regular visit at the dwelling of bis musically-inclined betrothed ; the young lady is anxious; the family sympathies with her anxiety. Suddenly the bell rings, and the calm bine sky of peace reappears in the young girl’s eyes as she exclaims rapturously but ungrammatically—

4 That’s him! How exquisite his technique is on the bell-poll, and—Oh, the breadth of his ring !’

American news from the enterprising ‘ Ganlois ’ :

• The progresses of the science. *A seeker Yankee has invented a hat grace to which the dames can redden at the minnte.’

4 Has one pronoanoed a word improper ? Crack! there is not but to press a little spring dissimulated beneath the bridles of the hat, and the tension onjtho arteries suffices to make mount the blood to the visage, and to produce the redness most pruio.

* Moat strongs, these Americans, and above all the Americanesses !’

•Yes, young man,’ said the venerable druggist to his new clerk, whom he was about to initiate into the mysteries of the profession, • after a lifetime’s experience I can confidently assure you that seven jars containing the seven specific drags of our trade would suffice to set up any drag store.’

‘ Hut, sir, what do you have these other eight hundred for V 4 What for P Why, to sell!’

In a gambling hell the banker lets a bine fifty-frano check drop on the floor. With great presence of mind the nearest player pate his feet upon the ivory, stoops, and after a moment’s search reappears triumphantly with a red check, which he hands benignly to the banker, remarking—- * Ha I you came near losing this flvefrano check I Lucky I felt it strike my foot 1’

Vivler, the irrepressible practical joker, sees a well-dressed gentleman stop on the street and extend his band to a friend.

‘Scoundrel!’ he hisses In the man’s ear, * have you no sense of shame 1 A man with a seal-skin overcoat and a diamond pin asking a stranger for alms in broad daylight! Where is the Society for the Suppression of Mendicancy ?’ ‘ But, sir,’ gasps the stronger, ‘ I wasn't begging—l was only going to shake hands with this gentleman. ’ 4 Oh, indeed —I beg your pardon then, but really, I thought ’ — Bows gracefully, smiles genially, and departs, leaving the stranger posseseed with a frantic desire to shed bis blood.