THE
CHEM AW A
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of it you blithern idiot! Not a word of this in the ’ouse’
mind! not a word of this in the ’ouse! That’s my
ome-brewed ale you’re a-washin’ in!”
• N O T IN T H E R A N K S
An exhorter in a negro camp-meeting in Alabama
had just made a great speech, says the New York
Times. When he got through he went down among
the congregation and asked each one to join the army
of the Lord.
One of congregation, when this question was put to
him, replied: “ I ’se done j ’in .”
Whar’d yo’ j ’in?” asked the exhorter.
“ In de Baptist church.”
Why, chile,” said the exhorter; “ you ain’t in de
army; yo’s in de navy.”
B E T W E E N T H E L IN E S
Hamilton Fish, jr., told a war-story at the officers’
training-camp in Plattsburg, N. Y., last summer, to
illustrate how a person’s war views may be tempered
by his situation at the time.
“ Two brothers,” he said, “ were captured in the
Carpathians and sent to a prison-camp. Their mother
heard nothing from them for a long time, and the
poor woman was nearly distrarcted. Then, at last
she got a letter, a letter from the elder brother, Peter.
‘Dear mother,’ he wrote, ’here I am in the lovely
prison-camp. I have a beautiful room, with use of
bath. The bed is comfortable, clean sheets every
week, good food and plenty of it. Beer to drink and
and cigars to smoke. I am very happy. Peter.’
“ P. S.—Brother Franz was shot this morning for
complaining.” —Philadelphia Bulletin.
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