Savory Morsels.

Thames Star, Volume XV, Issue 4819, 19 June 1884, Page 3

Savory Morsels.

The boy that wears a watch is sn important character. At school hois envied, , and on tho street he is respected. 'Nove of ' - the boys grab him and throw him down. for they mipht break his timekeeper. He has d a way of twisting the chain vrheti he talk's, 'and of looking at his watch when he hears a railway/train, and saying ' 12.10,'0r 65, or 8.16. The other boys , stand around and regard him with admiration. He grows tip arid probably goes to collfge with a distinguished air, but in a few years he pawns his-watch with a man, who, as a boy, often stood around and admired it.

, Scene.: Street in Glasgow: Two roughs are quarrelling. First rough :—" Whin ■a ken'tye first, ye wi9 a puir wretch, an ye're nne belter yet. Ye never had ane bawbee to rub against 'anither." Second rough:—"An' whit were you? ( Faur waur. When ye cam' tae Glasca,' ye nadna as muckle hale claith on yer back

' as would mak' a pea-jacket tae a darnin' needle." ",' ■ When Mr Poperman threw off his 1 ■' overcoat last evening his wife said .— "My dear, this is your birthday. Now, . what kind of a present would ■ yon , ; prefer?" ".Well, money." "That's jnst the kind of present for you, and Mrs -Poperman took from beneath her apron a iJ plethoric bag and emptied'upon the table •a pile, of jingling coins.,'"There's.your . birthday present." The- husband looked : at the coins in amazement, and then said: ■ " Why, my dear, this money is no good. ■ There is nothing here but bad quarters v and ■■ dimes with holes in 'em. Here's a ■quarter with a hole in it, and the hole is ■ bigger than'the quarter. What eon» founded rascal palmed that on you ? Oh ' the scoundrels there are in this world !" i " Calm yourself, my dear," said Mrs ". Poperman. " That money must all be good.', .That's,/what you're given me for „pin money since we're been married." , ,".'- : A. new leap-year feature in the wild ""if wild-West is for a'woman to paste, her own photo over one of the queens in a « ;paok of cards, and then challenge the man I-, she would fain make miserable for the rest of his life to a game of euchre. If by • skilful manoeuvring she can-make him take the * Leap-year Qaeeu ' 'it is his duty to at once lead her to. the altar. There was a colored funeral in the southern suburbs o( Aaslin'.f The widow 1 -was inconsolable at the cemetery ! but when she returned to the desolated 1 home and the fatherless pledges of affection ran out to meet her, her grief was like the Riving away of. a great daxn. " Pcre, pore little orphums," she sobbed, "ye haven't got-no fadder no moah ; but don't cry—lh^pes you git a stepfadder befoah youjg^niftjbh' older.' Do Lawd, tempers de wind to afeiearly worms.",