An Editor's Wail

1895

If anybody thinks it is just fun and nothing else to run even so small a paper as this, let him come and buy us out. This paper began without assets and has nearly held her own. If the goodly number who promised to pay for their paper would only do so, we could pay what we owe and have enough left to go fishing. Alas, we believe that the fish are perfectly safe if we wait until that time! — Red Wing (Minn.) Methodist.


May Avoid It

"Whither, dear friend?"
"To Africa."
"Are you crazy? One hundred and thirty degrees in the shade!"
"But I need not go in the shade." — Fliegende Blatter.


Comforting

Mabel (looking in mirror) — My face is my fortune.
Ethel — Yes, dear. Well, the man who weds you will never be accused of marrying for riches. — Fashions.