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I, Grile, have arranged these primal truths in the order of their importance, in the hope that some patient investigator may amplify and codify them into a coherent body of doctrine, and so establish a new religion. I would do it myself were it not that a very corpulent and most unexpected pudding is claiming my present attention. O, steaming enigma!
They were busy getting ready for the Fourth: the gentlemen going about inviting the ladies to attend the celebration, and the ladies hastily and unconditionally accepting. .... In answer to the ladies who are always bothering him for a photograph, Mr. Grile hopes to satisfy all parties by the following meagre description of his charms.
Cady Stanton is impotent of evil in the Grile family so long as the price of sweets remains unchanged. His Railway. The writer remembers, as if it were but yesterday, when he edited the Hang Tree Herald. For six months he devoted his best talent to advocating the construction of a railway between that place and Jayhawk, thirty miles distant. The route presented every inducement.
But when they took to dipping them in mucilage he made a complaint to the Board of Directors. "Young man," said the Chairman, "ef you don't like our ways, you'd better sling your blankets and git. Prentice Mulford tort skule yer for more'n six months, and he never said a word agin the wads." Mr. Grile briefly explained that Mr.
The stranger opened the conversation: "My son," said he, in a tone suggestive of strangulation by the Sheriff, "do you behold this wonderful city, its wharves crowded with the shipping of all nations?" Mr. Grile beheld with amazement. "Twenty-one years ago-alas! it used to be but twenty," and he wiped away a tear "you might have bought the whole dern thing for a Mexican ounce." Mr.
Grile thinketh unto himself after this fashion of thought: I. To eat biscuits and cheese before dining is to confess that you do not expect to dine. II. "Once bit, twice shy," is a homely saying, but singularly true. A man who has been swindled will be very cautious the second time, and the third. The fourth time he may be swindled again more easily and completely than before.
Grile espied a man standing upon the extreme summit, with a pensive brow and a suit of clothes which seemed to have been handed down through a long line of ancestors from a remote Jew peddler. Mr. Grile respectfully saluted; a man who has any clothes at all is to him an object of veneration.
"Where is thy patriotism! Thou art letting some of the most unique British birds become extinct!" "Yes, and thou lettest Christmas cards be made in Germany, and thou deridest Whistler, and refusest to read Dod Grile, and thou lettest books be published with the sheets pinned instead of sewn. And the way thou neglectest Coleridge's grave " "Coleridge's grave?" interrupted a sad-eyed enthusiast.
Grile hastened to proffer a paper of tobacco, which disappeared like a wisp of oats drawn into a threshing machine. "I was one among the first who " Mr. Grile hit him on the head with a paving-stone by way of changing the topic. "Young man," continued he, "do you feel this bommy breeze? There isn't a climit in the world " This melancholy relic broke down in a fit of coughing.
That is no excuse. Mr. Grile once taught school up in the mountains, and about every half hour had to remove his coat and scrape off the dried paper wads adhering to the nap. He never permitted a trifle like this to unsettle his patience; he just kept on wearing that gaberdine until it had no nap and the wads wouldn't stick.
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