Savory Morsels.

Thames Star, Volume XV, Issue 4856, 2 August 1884, Page 4

Savory Morsels.

r A young Aberdonian, on taking tip a newspaper lately, turned to the coin nm of births, and said,' " I wonder if t Taere is anybody born that I ken 1" A white squall caught,' a part 7/ of tour« ists moving across a lake in So- otland, and threatened to capsize the boa*.. When it .Seemed that tbe crisis Ka'd come, the largest and physically Wrongest of the party, in a state of, iutonse fear, said: "Let us pray." "Ko., no, my man," Bhouted the bluff old. "boatman, •'• let that! little man pray; yo,u fake an oar." •' What are you.tjrjyingabout?"asked a kind-hearted Bt]»n£er of a lad who was standing in front 'of a newspaper office, weeping as if fcia heart would break. " Ob, . dad's gone tip stairs to lick the editor." " Well, has he come down yet P" pursued the (jeatle Samaritan. " Pieces of him have,"* explained the boy, indulging in a freak outburst of tears, " and I'm expectsag the rest «very minute." A man who was selling potash, or something- of tbe sort, entered the yard of ' a colored, family on Illinois street, and in- , quired of a boy who sat on the doorsteps: —♦' Bub,.is yonr mammy home 1" " Yes." The agent Taised his hand to kftock on the door, but it was opened, and the woman stuck her head oat and exclaimed—" Go right away, sah—go right away,! I heard you speakin' to de boy, an' I wants you to distinctly understan* dat de agent who doan' inquar' fur de lady of de house doan', make no sale! "—Detroit Free Pregs.'. • A minister, who wan inclined to be ab-sent-minded, while walking one day, encountered a young lady whose face some- . bow seemed familiar to him. Taking her to be one of his parishioners', daughters, - andnotwishing to pass her without notice, , stepped forward, and, cordially shaking her hand, entered, into conversation, ex* pecting that her name would immediately , come to his recollection. After comparitfg notes about tho weather, however, and other topics, he bad at length to confess, " Well. I know your'face quite well, but I cannot recall where I hare,seen you bes fore." "Oh, please, sir, I'm your new table-mid," wag the unwejeome reply.