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t»IK BIB MOMS', 4X.60t4 IOWA, W1BN1SPAY, APB1L 4, ..„_ „ ... tb a crowded > ifittce; on a subject of unusual iutofost, ^'^lllttSttaMng the stts'taittlttg pdwfir of to thoS6 who are in daily with the world, its trials and iions. The test chosen was _ i ____, ,_ „ _ j ^Wlll* ^ f !TIumgh ye have lain among*tho ; shall ye be ns the wings of a ilttve covered with silver and her foath efs With yellow gold," I suppose you know what tho Israelites did down in Egyptian slavery. They made bricks.' Amid the utensils Of the brick kiln there Were also other utensils, of cookery^the .kettles, the the pans, with which they pro their dally food; and when these slaves, ^tiredj of j the''day's,work, lay down to rest, they lay down among , r tho implements of cookery and tho 1m ,;' plenlents of hard work When they .; ' «roso in the morning they found their '( .garments covered with the clay and the smoke and the dust, and besmirched and begrimed with* the, utensils of cookery. But after awhile the Lord broke up that, slavery, and he took these poor;'slaves into aland where they had better garb, bright and clean nnd beautiful apparel. No more bricks for them to make. Lot • Pharaoh make his own bricks. When David, in my text, comes to describe the transition of these poor Israelites from their bondage amid tho brick kilns into tho glorious emancipation for which God hud prepured them, ho says: "Though ye have lain among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings •of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold." Miss Whately, the author of a celebrated book, "Life in Egypt," said she sometimes'«aw people in tho east cooking their food on the tops of houses, aiid that she had often, seen, just be, fore sundown,.pigeons and doves which had, during the heat of the day, been "• hiding among the kettles and.the pans, with which the ftfod-was ' prepared, picking up the crumbs that they might find; ju&t "about" tho"'liour of "sunset they would spread their wings a ml fly heavenward, entirely unsoilcd by the region in which they had moved, for the pigeon is a very cleanly bird. And as the pigeons flew away the setting sun would throw silver on their wings 'and gold on thoir breasts. So you sec it is not a far-fetched simile, or an unnatural comparison, when David in my text says to these emancipated Israiol-. v ites, and says to all those who are ' 'brought out of any kind of trouble into any kind ' of '• spiritual joy: '"Though ye have lain among the pots, jret:shall ye be as tho wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold." Sin is the hardest of all taskmasters. Worse than Tharaoh,' it 'keeps us • "flrudging-in'a most degrading service', |%ut after a while Christ comes and lie «ays: "Let my people go," .and we Ipass out from among the brick-kilns of •sin into > tho glorious liberty of tho gospel; we put on tho clean robes of a Christian< profession,,and, whon-at last we soar away to the warm nest which jGod'has-provided-for-us in heaven," we shall go fairer than a'dove, it£ wings covered with silver, and its feathers with yellow gold. I am going to preach something which some of you do not believe, and that is, that the grandest possible adornment is the religion of Jesus .Christ There arc a great many poo- jplo who suppose that religion is a very 'different thine from what it really is. ,The reason men condemn the Bible |is because they do not unde'r- utancl the Bible; they have not properly examined It. Doctor {Johnson said that Hume told a minister in the bishopric of Durham, that [lie had never particularly examined 'the New Testament, yet all his life warring against it. Halley tho us( tronomor announced his skepticism to ®ir Isaac Newton, and Sir Isaac Now•ton.&aid: "Now, sir,,I have ..examined the subject and you have, -got; and I am ashamed that yon, professing to be a philosopher, consent to condemn u thing you never have examined." And KQ men reject tho religion of Jesus Christ because they really have never Investigated it. They think it something undesirable, something that will not work, something Pecksniffiani .hypocritical, soroetlung re- when it is so bright and so beautiful you might compare it to a cnafllncb, you might compare it to » • mjbin redbreast, you might compare it -r$o a dove, its wings covered with sil- * ?»f§r and its feathers with yellow gold. |Uut how is it Jf a young w»n be- ,—fCQmes a Christian? All through the , ,-clp,b rooms, wl'ere he associates, all the business circles where he there is commiseration. what teats &dfc y l* eay: "What a pity that » young had such .bright prospects haTre be^B despoiled by those phri8j,jq,os, giving up »U his worldly for sojupthiiig which is> of up worth!" Here is a Wl»o b^con^es a Phris- her lace, her njapw tbp drawiugr-roop. Now " faslnopablp circles ^o "What a pity (bat SMPh, a bji sljipttlii hjtvfj bficq fv , that such a graceful .gait prjppl»4.. ibaj euch worWy Ah. (Jark up td ; a higher standard of cheer Mness. Idbitidt 8(ty he *ill ItfWfcl: *4tt#3 TaWHIr*!A<bk f JSjlK tk^ftt k'&ii^ l*C4£ $**« e*ny lotitiGrj A do nou* say otiu wo Sland,bficif frbnl BOrnS forms pf hi_ al'ity in Which he once indulged; but thcfe comiss into his sbul an immottse satisfaction. A. yttung man not & Chflsiiftn depends upon wofldly stfc« ceSses to keep his spitlls tip Now he* 's pl?08pe?ed, now he, has a large salary flow he has a beautiful- watti robe, now he has pleasant frietids,now ho has more money than he Knows how to spend; everything goes bright and well with him. But trouble comes —thcte afe many young men in tho hottso this morning 1 who can testify out of-their own experience that sometimes to young men trouble does come —his friends are gone, his salary is gone, his health is gone; ho goes down, down. He becomes sour, ' cross, queer, misanthropic, blames the world; blames society, blames the church, blames everything, •imshqs porhaps to the intoxicating cup to drown his trouble, but Instead of drowning his trouble, he drowns his body and drawls' his soul. But hero is a Christian young man. Trouble comes to him. Does he give up? No! He throws himself back on the resources of heaven. He says: "God is my Father, Out of all. these disasters I shall pluck advantage for my soul All tho promises are mine, Christ is mine, Christian companionship is mine, heaven is mine. What though my apparel bo worn out? Christ gives mo a robe of righteousness. .What though .my money be gone? I have a title deed to the whole universe in tlio promise, 'All are yours.' What though my worldly friends fall away? Ministering angels are my: bodyguard. What though my faro bo poor, and my broad be scant? I sit at the king's banquet!" Oh, what a popr| shallow stream is worldly enjoyment compared with tho deep, broad, overflowing river of God's peace, rolling midway in the Christian heart! Sometimes you have-gone out, on tho ironbound beach of tho soa when there has been a storm on the ocean, an.d you have seen the wavos dash into white foam at yoiir feet Tliey did not do you any harm. While there you thounrht pf tho. chapter written by tho Psalmist, and perhaps you recited it-to yourself-while the storm was making- commentary,tupqn the passage: ''God is our rofugo and strength, a very.present help in time of trouble. Therefore will I not fear, though the earth be removed, and {hough the mountains be carried into the midst of tho sea, though tho waters thereof roar and bo troubled, though the mountains shako with tho swelling thereof." Oh, how independent the religion of Christ makes n, man of worldly success and worldly circumstances! Nelson, the night before his last'bat tic, said: A "To-morrow I shall win either a peerage or a grave n Westminster Abbey." And it docs not make much difference to tho Christian whether he rises or falls in worldly matters; ho has everlasting renown,any way. Other plumage may be torn in the blast," but that soul adorned with 'Christum grace is'fairor 'tlian"tho dove, its'wings covered with silver, and its feathers 1 with gold.- You and 1 have found out that poo^ pie who pretend to l bo .happy are not always happy. Look at that young man,, caricaturing -the 1 -Christian religion, scoffing at .everything, good,going into roystoring • •drurilcburiost!," dashing tho champagne 'bottlo to the floor, rolling the glasses from the barroom counter, laughing, shouting, stamping the floor. Is ho happy? I will go to his midnight pillow. I will see him turn tho gas off. I will ask mysolf if the pillow on which he sleeps is as soft as the pillow on which that pure young man sleeps. Ah! no. When ho opens his eyes in tho morning, will the world be as bright to him as to that young man who retired at night saying his prayers, , iuvoking God's blessing upon his own soul and the souls of his comrades, and father and mother and brothers and sisters far away? No, no! His laugh will ring out from the saloon so that you hear it as you pass by, but it is hollow laughter; in it is tho snapping of heartstrings and the rattle of prison gates. Happy! that young man happy? Let him fill high tho bowl; he can not drown an upbraiding conscience. Lot the balls roll through the bowling alley; tho deep rumble and the sharp crack can not overpower the voices of condemnation. Let him whirl in the dauco of sin and temptation and death. All the brilliancy of the scone can not make him forget the last look of his mother when he left home, when she said to him: "Now. my son, you will do rights I am sure you will do right; you will, won't you?" young man happy? Why, across every night there flit shadows of • darkness; there are adders cojjed «p in every cup; there are vultures of despair striking their iron beak into his heart; there are skeleton fingers oi grief pinchingat the throat- I come in amid the clicking pf the glasses and under the flashing pf the chandeliers, and I cry: , "Wool WPO! The w»y of the ungodly shall perish, There is np p^ace, saith my Gp;d, to the wicked, The way pf trapsgressorg js hard." Oh, my friends, there is Wop joy i« pne drop pf Christian satisfaction ^han Jn wh,pie rivers of sinful delight Other wingd qgay be drenched of the stprw and splash^ of the tempest, b.u$ the dpve that jggmeg in through the window of t"« heavenly »rl$ has wings like the flpye covered wjtl} silver, and her feathers with yeljpw gold- ' Again | reisai'j^ feiigioe is a$ adorn- which ttfifeg?eite<i He?e Is mfttt. fits ftppftfel m.$ ftOl Ms- eT8ac%ti6%''nr«s?tf^'be**! He lives {of oihisfA. H$3 liappiflesS Id td mfttr.6 OtheHI , Hft^yr He is ft* self-d6f)*Jng , 11 that Boldief- falling In thd Whert M, said! f'Colohel, thgfti is Ho need of thoSS bo^s tlrlngf themselves by caPPyinpf tn6 t6 the liospltfil; let me dl0 just where t am." Oh, do yott kttow of ftnyihingfi my heafer, that Is moife bekutiM th&a td see a ydtittg man gtntt otit foi" Christ? Here is some one ' falling; hd lifts him up.' Her6 is a vagabond b^y; he in« troduces him to a mission school He^e is a family freezing to death! he cap* rieS them a scuttle of coal. There ape 800,000,000 porlshiug in midnight heathen darkness; by all possible means he tries to send thorn the gospel He may bo laughed* at, and ho may bo sneered at, attd ho may he caricatured, but he is hot ashamed to go everywhere, saying! "1 am not ashamed of the Oospol of Christ. It is the power of God and tho wisdom 6f God unto salvation." Such a young man can go through everything. There is tio, force on oarfe^. or iri'lioll thdt'can.resist 'him. ^ 1,'sh'qw you three spectacles. Spectacle the first: Napoleon 'passes by with the host that Wont down with him to Egypti and up with h'hi through llussia, and crossed the continent on tho bleeding heart of which he set his iron hdol, and across the quivering flesh of which he went grinding tho wheels of his gun carriages—ii^ his dying moment asking his attendants to put on hie military boots for him. Spectacle the second: Voltaire, bright and learned and witty and eloquent, with tongue and voice) and stratagem infernal, warring against God and poisoning whole kingdoms with his Infidelity,, yeib applauded by the clapping hands o| thrones and empires and continonts-r-his last words, in delirium supposing Christ standing by the bedside—his last words: "Crush that wretch!" . Spectacle tho third: Paul—Paul, insignificant in person, thrust out from all refined association, scourged, spat on, hounded like a wild beast from city to city, yot trying to make the world good and hpaven full; announcing resurrection to those who mourned at'the barred gates of tho dead; speaking consolations which light up tho eyes of widowhood aud orphanage and "want, with glow of certain and .eternal; release;nuulaunted'"bef6ro -'those who" could take his life, his cheek flushed with transport and his oyo on heaven; with one hand shaking doQunce at all tho foes of earth and all tho principalities of hell, and with the other hand beckoning messenger angels to como and boar him away, us he says: "I am now ready to bo offered, and tho time of my departure is at hand; 1 have fought the good fight, I have-finished' my course, I have kept the faith; henceforthJtljojo is laid up f0r. me'.a prown"of righteousness which tho Lord, the righteous judge, will give inc." Which of tho throe spectacles do you most admire? When tho wind of death struck the conqueror and the infidel, thoy.wcro tossed like sea gulls in a tcmpes't, drenched of tho wave and torn of the hurricane, their dismal •voices heard through the everlasting storm;..but when tho wave- and the xyind, of death struck Vaul, like an albatross he made a throne of tho torn post,and;Ono,day'floate(l o. way; in to tho calm, clear summer of heaven, brighter thivu;*.ho dove, its wings covered with silver, and its feathers with yellow golfl. Oh, are you not in lovo with such a religion—a religion that can do so much for a man while he lives, aud so much for a man when ho comes to die? I suppose you may have noticed the contrast between tho departure of a Christian and tho departure of an infidel. Diodorus, dying iu chagrin because ho could not compose a joke equal to the jokp uttered at the other end of his ta^lo; Zciuxis, dying in a fit of laughter at tho -sketch of 'an aged woman—a sketch made by his own hand; Mazarin, dying playing cards, his friend holding his hands because ho was unable to hold them himself. All that on one side, compared with tho departure of tho Scotch minister, who said to his friends: "I have no interest as to whether I live or dio; if I die, I shall be with the Lord; and if I live, the Lord will bo with mo." Or the last words of Washington: "ft is well," Or tho last words of Melntosh, the learned and the groat: ''Happy!" Or the last words of Hannah More, tho Christian pootoss; "Joy!" Or those thousands of Christians who have gone, I saying; *'Lord Jesus receive my J spivit! Come, Lord Jesus, eomo quickly!" "O death! where is thy sting? 0 grave! whore'is thy victory?" "Oh," you say, "religion I am going to have; it is only a question of time," My brother, I am afraid that yon may lose heaven the way Louis Philippe lost his ojnpirp. Tho Parisian mpb came around the Tuilerios. The National Guard stood i« defense of the palace, and the commander said to Louis Philippe: "Shall I fire now? Shall 1 order the troops to fire? With one yolley wo c«m elear ; the place." "No," said Louis Philippe, "»ot ypt>" A few minutes passed on, aud then Louis Philippe, seeing the case was hopeless, said to the general: "Now is, the time to firo," ''No, 1 ' said |h,e general, "it is too late now; don't you see ihat the soldiers, are exchanging arms with the citizens? It is too l^te." Povvn wen$ the tferoae pf JJpuis Philippe, Away from tHn earth, went the House of Or? leans, and all because the king $aif}: ''Npfcyet! np.t yet!" May God farbwj that any of you should adjourn this griiitt subject of 'religion, and should postpone a.ssa.Hii>g your spiritual foes untij it is too late, too late—ypij losing i» heaven tke way Jfca$ IiOt|is losj jj £hrpn,e A CEANOEf SMttS, Wit AND HUMOft SB LECTED AND ORttilNAL, *he trw>t finding stream of Mittu trp Its Cftdieftit tlotimitt and Jetsam— AH fright thU time— Cute* !«*»— husbattd Ottt to lie Se*ldu«. "flow did you break your of the drink habit*" "Well, John used to have terrible work finding the otie keyhole in the front door." ".tust like all the men." "And when I threatened to have four more keyholes put in he sobered right down»" Nevot- in Trade. Elder Sister (10U4)—Itorrors! Jlcm't invite those Upton girls. Their great- grandfather made his money in trade. D "Vounger Sister—Didn't ours? Elder Sister—Mercy, no! Our great- grandfather was a highly-respected city,official., [le held an office for,.ten •years .at .$;5,,000, a.year* and , then died, worth $5,000,000.—Puck. All Blftht This Time. Town Nephew—Groat Scott! can this be Uncle Wayback? The Uncle—Yep, it's me, William. Yer see, -I 'lowed these city people warn't a-goln' ter make fun o' mo this time as they did afore. How He Came to lie Ho. Hugged Riggs—Yos'm; I allus use ter Stan 1 at de head'o' me class when I was a young feller. . Mrs. Welltnent (handing, him a.quar- ter)—'Poor : man! What, caused your downfall? . • Rugged lliggs—Overtralnin', mum. Mo reg'lar fightin weight was a hundred an* forty. 1 tried ter git down ter a hundred an' t'irtv ter meet the Kilkenny spicier an' I ruined me con- stertushun. Compensation. Mrs. Smith—Mrs. Brown has had such an experience! Arrested for shoplifting! All a mistake, of course! - Mrs. Jones—I'suppose she must have been very much annoyed'.' Mrs. Smith—Not at all. The papers all said she was li of prepossessing appearance. " IJuHtllnj; Out Weat. Farmer Wayback—Say what you please, them populist fellows ain't slow. They're up and stirring early, they be. Farmer ITaycut—So they be! I see they're rushin' into Arizony after them two United States senatorships that ain't got there yet.—Puck. IB-d* Hifflielf, Ateae. She laid hef head confidingly his-breast. ' ' v> ' • "Darling, the WOrld Will talk motives and— and— " Me drew her yet closer and kissed her bt-ow. "And what, my life?" he whispefed. *'I am so glad you are poor, Edwin." They sat silent in the gathering gloom for a moment, while both their minds dwelt upon the $160 he drew each week as living skeleton. AM tie Defined the Term. Harry— Who is to be your best man? Jack— I haven't decided yet; but I shall select him for his ^superlative goodness. , Harry— How is that? Jack— Why, he's to be the one who will loan me enough for a bridal tour. In "Ticket? Haven't got none— I travel on me face," said the tough passenger. "I '11- have to punch it then," said the conductor, calmly, "Biff! I reckon the company won't kick on my , knocking' down that fare!" —Puck. KvUlmitly Non-Unlon. Applicant—Phwat wages do'yer pay here? Manufacturer—We pay good workmen good wages, and poor workmen poor wages. Applicant—So it's a scab shop y'r runnin'? Oi'll liov ye/, boycotted! Hob Up to Date. George—It's all very well for Miss Prout to join the ladies' reform association, but why does she wear goggles? His Wife—How little you know about reform, George. Tho members think the naked eye is immodest.— Judge. A Costly Tie. Wife—You haven't worn that lovely tic I gave you'on Christmas. Husband—Urn—It is rather -dressy for ordinary occasions. Wife—Yes, I know; but I'm just dying to see it on you. Let's go to the .opera. It,'* an Ill-Wind, Etc. Primus—Dalton's sight has become strangely affected, poor fellow! He sees everything double. Secundus—By Jove! I'm glad yon mentioned it. I owe him §10 and I'll tendcrjiim this $5. •* Outclassed. ••••-.' Miss U'osdick—• I .thought you told me yon intended to marry Dick Irilder- sleeve? Miss Keedick (ruefully)—But I didn't know that a widow had set her cap for him too. Very 1'artlouliir. Straightening It Out. Primus (to comparative stranger)— Do you sec that handsome lady over yonder? Secundus—Yes. Primus—I held her hand for an hour last night.' Secundus—Sir, that is my wife. Primus—Oh—er—well, you see she mistook me for some one else. Imposed on III in. Farmer Oatcake—If you will saw this wood, I will give you a good breakfast. Indolent Ivors—Can't saw straight, Farmer Oatcake—There was a tramp here this morning who got a nice, warm meal for sawing, that pile out there. Indolent Ivors—Sir, you've been imposed upon; he was no tramp! Cnrelusu. IfflU " llouaonlot — TUat is a bacl cold havo, Sulibubs! Siibbuljs — Yes; and I ca,mo from the house this morning- without my overshoes, too. is, tlie Mrs. Parker — I didn't see your ,'riendi Mr* Jackson, at the reception. Mrs, JJarker—bhp was too ill tp go. Put I arraogred with the reporter^ to ^peeiaUy meptipn her absence and give a |}|11 4escripUon of what she had intended to wear. tired. AIJ H»UI* f look unhappy. V-e-s; }— er — oiarrie4 shop-girl, you know, "A chanaiBg littlu woman she too." "Yes, I know; bless her; But every time she sees me she yehs 'Cash!' " Mrs. Lily White—See, lioah, 'boss! Dis hcah ring won't mako u hlack mark on raah iinger, will it? ' That AVould Never Do. Cawker— 1 'rhere is one great objection to electing 1 women to congress, as it is proposed to do in some western states. Gazzam—What is the objection? Cawker—It would not do for them to pair with the married masculine members, Couldn't Stand It. Bingo—You know that new watch dog of mine? He's left Kingley—Why, what was the ma.t- ter? Bingo—I was foolish enough to take home a copy of a comic paper with a picture of a burglar in it.—Judge. An KlabonUo Kxplamition. Hester—YOU prudish! Why I saw Dick Hastings sit for an hour .with his arm about you last night, Daisy—Oli, I permitted that because he acted as if he was going to propose, and when he didn't J thought it would bo uumaideuly to show pique over it. Everything anil Nothlug. When Clhloe weeps and you, to get at what The matter is, with fond worda coax and flatter And she sobs "Nothing," sorry is ypur lot. Then you may know that everything's the mutter, Miss Azurehose— What a terrible, hopeless longing is expressed in Color ridge's lines, "Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink!" Miss Littlered — It'doesn't seem possible that the liquor habit ever had such a hold on a human being. All Opinion, I like to slfate, I like to swim; Each in its way is simply grand. 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