Savory Morsels.

Thames Star, Volume xv, Issue 4744, 21 March 1884, Page 2

Savory Morsels.

"Thank heaven!" exclaimed a faded actress as she turned from her looking* glass, "my shop-window picture can never grow old." An ingenuous looking and pretty young girl enthusiastically kissed a middle-aged representative of a Western tobacco firm at a railroad station lately, and then with a little shriek and the words: "Oh, you aren't my papa !" darted away. When the tobacco man was done enjoying the mis^ take be found that the artlesg creature had abstractedly taken his diamond breastpin with her.

The chief mandarin of the rabbit department in a neighboring colony ia so energetic that the moment any new suggestion is made to him for the destruction of his furry constituents, he instantly fires off a circular at the isquatters, calling on them to forthwith provide themselves, &c. Now Cottonbush lately paid a visit to his friend Briars, who manages a neighboring station. C. Amarked that there seemed to be a tremendous stook of salt amongst the stores. " Yea," said 8., " we made a mistake in the order, but it does pot much matter. I expect it to come in useful any day." " ~pot what ? " persevered Oottonbusb. " Well, the fact is, for the last two months I've been worried with circulars from the rabbit, inspector, that I must lay in plenty of carbon. Next day dogs, then oats; again, wire for snares, &c, and now I'm every day expecting an order to furnish myself with lots of salt—to put on their tail*, you know."--^gles. s Poot's wife remarked to him as they started out the other night to take supper with the Browns, that she expected Mrs B. would have a stunning coiffure. "Well, I'm sure I hope so," grumbled Poota. "I haven't had anything good to eat since the last time we were at Smith's."—Lowell Courier.