Hawaii Holomua, Volume I, Number 55, 21 November 1893 — Page 3 Advertisements Column 2 [ADVERTISEMENT]

. FOR THE P. C. 1. Aeeonlinp to an old snperstition of the mediseval Chnrch whenever a eoek crpws a lie ibeing toIJ. The reason that i cocks crow so persistently in the early morning is becanso the morning papers are being set np. A gooJ story is tolJ of the InJians, who replieJ when a raissionan* askeJ them if they were willing to abstain from work on SnnJay: “Yes, anJ not only on Sunday but on all otbor Jays as well.” Superintendent (to his men:) “Y'esterJay, for onee, we thothonghly disgraced ourselves. By tbe time we go to the scene of the fire the house was burneJ Jown to the grounJ. For the futnre we shall put the new nile in force: ‘That the whole brigaJe is to be on the spot five minutes before the outbreak of a fire. After the Jance—Little innocent: “whieh figure in the qnaJrille Jo you like best, Mr. Spooner?” EnamoureJ Youth: “Yours Miss Lamberton.” “ I wish to say to my congregation” saiJ tbe minister, “that the pulpit is not responsib!e for the error of the printer on the tickets for the concert in the Sunday school-room. The eoncert is for the benefit of the Areh FunJ, not the Arch FienJ. We will uow sing hymn six, ‘To err is human, to forgive Jivine.’ ” “Come, general” saul Miss Kosebuds, “tell us the storv cf your achievements in the fielJ. I do so love to hear you talk bf }*ourself.” “AnJ my rewarj?” asked the veteran. “A kiss,” returned tbe girl. “Well,” ejaculated the green-eyed civilian who was calling, “that is a case of giving a kiss for a blow.”— Puek. EUerly party (to small boy)— “Corae my little man. I guess you’ll let me have your seats ? ” Small boy—“Guess again. ’ EIJerly party—“What! You won't give it up? WoulJn‘t you give it up to your father if he eame inf” Small boy—“You just bet your life I wouU. I woulJn’t riJe with no ghost.”— Society. “ What is the matter with that baby?” growleJ an irascible husbanJ, as the little one persisteJ in howling anJ kicking to the extent of its little might. "The matter is, sir,” calmly replieJ the wife, as she strode up anJ Jown the floor, “the matter is that thLs baby inherits yoor temper. AuJ the busbanJ returneJ to his paper with a gloomier face than before.— Bo*ton Courier. Minnie—“I wonJer what ever heeame of Jennie Smart, who took first prize in our graJnating class?” Mamie—“Wh». don t yon know? She wrote an article on The DegraJation of Americau Womanhood,’ got one tbousand dollars for it fro*a a magazine, went into Wall Street, made a fortune, anJ went to Europe and bonght one of the sweetest little priuces you ever saw’”— Terrt HaiUe Expnss.