Page 4 Advertisements Column 1

Manawatu Herald, 27 June 1896, Page 4

. - (Cmjludei)^ "* Wy a pseudonym) writes also regarding bia future, inclosing a chart of his palm and a lock of hair, asking to know what the future of ono possessing thoso things may be. The thumV ia marked Btrongly and would indicate that in your early life you whittled toward yourself a good deal; also that not many generations back your ancestors competed with the woodpecker in their glad, free scuffle for food in the forest; also that during the early part of the eighteenth century, possibly later, your folks walked on the palm of the hand a good deal and resembled the Highbehind or Bluenosed baboon of Lake Dennis, in equatorial Africa. The headline runs backward toward tha wrist instead of forward, thus indicating that you will gradually, as years roll on, add more and more to what you do not know. The hair does uot indicate anything, and I would have respected you more if you had told me you had none. It is good, vigorous hair and seems to ■■■■prow quite rank, indicating that you •re of a lymphatic temperament and have a cool skin well adapted to tho growth of hair and whiskers, too, that will toss to and fro in the summer breeze M you grow to be a man and while you are adding all the time to your lack of intelligence, thus fitting yourself for duty as a juror in the future. Your hair would indicate that you inherit from your father's side, and that you are not strong physically. You need out of door exercise, cheerful company and a shampoo. In choosing a wife you had better ■elect a lady with a wooden limb. Then you can keep the limb locked up in the bureau drawer, and she -will no doubt remain at home moro than sho otherwise would. You should not many one who oould easily escape. ▲ Dead Failure. The Rider— (Jolly, Sal, does yo' fink To-*" Mn walk 'cross dat narrer bridge? The Ridden—Crossing the bridge ia aothingt Why, I ——"can stand on mj hind feet right here, or— — -*— "even stand on one foot only, •nd" But just then something happened.— Troth, Not That Kind. Mother— Henry, before you go out I wbh you would bring up a hod of ceaL H-MUry— Why, mother, you know that vtoltnt exeroiae doesn't agree with me. Mother— Very well. Kate can bring it tp. Where are you going now? Henry— Only down to the alley to roll • few strings of tenpins.— Boston Transcript. Single Blessedness. Mrs. Jones— l hear you are going to parry again, and your husbanA has only Mta dead three months. Widow Smith— What! Me thinking Of marrying again? If I were to be a -widow every six months, it would never occur to me to marry again.— Texas Siftings. Cautions. Coroner— ls tMa man, whom you found daad on the railroad track, a total stranger? Mike (who has been told to be careful In his statements)— No, sor. His leg waa gone intoirely. He was a partial •thranger, sor.— Truth. Poor Old Sport. The game of pool I play today Is naught beside of tbat In times gone by I used to play, When I was new thereat. Ihe nsh I'm catching now are naught To those that in my youth J threw right back as soon as caught— Ten pounders they, in troth. And so I sigh for days gone by; My heart bleeds— oh, it does! And tears come welling to mine eye tot timet that used to was. ~ r^ftrlyieSfflitfcloLif**.