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Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume 5, Issue 1365, 28 April 1883, Page 4

The story, is told, it may or ; may not be true,' that during a free'fight in a Chicago saloon a man was shot in the mouth, but. escaped without injury through: the ball being flattening itself against his breath. : ' ; ; Aii extraordinary -Specimen ]■ ,of the "Humau form divine" has beenexhibited to the Medical Society at ; Philadelphia, This marvelous piece of humanity, whose'name is Peter Wondling, is 48 years of age, and has no hair on any part of his body, has never had any teeth, is entirely destitute of the sense of smell, and has scarcely any sense of taste. Butthemosfcastonishing feature about the man is that he is ; without pores in any, part of his body a t'uet proved by a most careful examination of his skin under the microscope notwithstanding that medical scienco has hitherto maintained that it is impossible for a man to live without a porous skin. Being thus deprived bi the means of prespiratibn, his clothes, have to be kept.constantly.wetto keep him cool. Strangeto say he is in good health, and has never been sick; ; It was just before the, curtain had ' gone up for the third act when Smith, who had been out : to 'see■ a man,' noticed Brown seated a few vows in' front of him. 'Do you see that fellow over thore ?he said to his wife. She nodded assent. ' Well,'he continued,; '.I hate that fellow like a cat hates hot soup, and if I ever get a chance "I'll' paralyse him.' Then his wife asked: 'Are you going out to see another man after the close of this act!' Smith hiecoughingly allowed; that he : was. 'Well, I tell you' what to do,.dear: when you come back you go over to Mr Brown and breathe on "him': that will paralyse him.' When a Vermont father found out that his son John had been'sparking a certain farmer's daughter for a year, without settling any question he took the boy out behind the barn and said.: —'John, do you love Susan Tinkeri' I guess I do, dad.' 'And does she love you V 'That's what I dunno, and Pm afraid to ask her.' 'Well, you'd better throw out a few hints to-night, and find out. Its no use wearing out bootleather unless you are going to.marry her,'. That night at ten o'clock, John come home a wreck. His face was all scratched up, his ears bleeding, his hat gone, and his back covered with mud, 'John ! John I What onairth is the matter?' exclaimed the old man as he laid down his paper. 'Bin over to Tinker's,' was tho reply. 'And-and —' 'And I threw out a few hints to Susan,' 'What kind o' hints V 'Why, I told her I'd been hoofing it two miles four nights out of a week for the last year to sot up with heri while she chawed' gum and. sang through rher noso,and now I reckoned .it was time for her to brush her teeth, darn up her stockings, cure the bile on her chin,' and let the old folks know that we are engaged.' ' And her father bounced you 1' 'No, dad, no, that's where I'm consoled, and glad on it. It took the hull gasted family including Susan, two hired men and three doggj and even then I wasn't more'n half licked. I guess we moved on 'era too' soon, dad—l guess it wasn't quite time to throw out hints!' ■■■'■.'*'. A Nevado girl's love letter ran thus: —" Dear Jimmy, it's all up. We ain't going to get married; Ma says you are too rough, and I guess she's right. I'm sorry—but can't you go to Europe and get filed down f: ..; .: ; The Danes are trying to put down drinking. .Most. Scandinavians take more than is good for them, the Colonial habit of "nbbbleruing" paev&iling li : Sweden, Norway, and' Denmark, and the drink being generally a giaaa of vefy heavy.'punch.- 2Vw^'.d6es : not, however, quite understand how sobriety gains by ho "'showily-dressed-'girl 1 ' being allowed to Btand behind a Danish drinking bar,.to,fpscinate youth of the . oppbsite'sex. The;edifeirt^inka,ttat the fascination would rather 'have tempered the' deisire for punch; or are people'to suppose that the Dane fafls in love with the showily-dressed girlj and, finding his suit unappreciated, relapses into punch in order; to'.'drown the pangs of 'despised love?'' > :-' sl^ J ,