Part 29 (2/2)

All we can get out of a Shaw play is two hours and a half of mental exhilaration. We are, inscrutably, denied the pleasure of wondering what Shaw means, or whether he is sincere.

WHY THE MAKE-UP FLED.

[From the Dodge Center Record.]

Mr. and Mrs. Umberhocker returned yesterday from an over Sunday visit with their son and family in Minneapolis.

They are in hopes to soon land them in jail as they did the hog thieves, who were to have a hearing but waved it and trial will be held later.

”It isn't hard to sit up with a sick friend when he has a charming sister,” reports B. B. But if it were a sick horse, Venus herself would be in the way.

”Saving the penny is all right,” writes a vox-popper to the Menominee News, ”but saving the dollar is 100 per cent better.” At least.

_MUSIC HATH CHAHMS._

_What opus of Brahms' is your pet?-- A concerto, a trio, duet, Sonate No. 3 (For Viol. and P.), Or the second piano quartette?_

Sardi.

_Our favorite Brahms? We're not sur, For all are so cla.s.sique et pur; But we'll mention an opus With which you may dope us-- One Hundred and Sixteen, E dur._

BRAHMS, OPUS 116.

I care for your pet, One Sixteen (Your choice proves your judgment is keen); But in E, you forget, see, It has two intermezzi; Please, which of these twain do you mean?

Sardi.

Which E? Can you ask? Must we tell?

Doth it not every other excel-- The ineffable one, Of gossamer spun, The ultimate spirituelle.

A candid butcher in Battle Creek advertises ”Terrible cuts.”

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