OUR TRAWL NET.

Colonist, Volume LI, Issue 12410, 27 November 1908, Page 4

OUR TRAWL NET.

A steamer was stopped in the mouth of a river, owing to a fog. An old lady inquired of the captain the cause of the delay. "Can't see up the river," replied the captain. "But I can see the stars overhead," continued the old lady. "Yes," said the captain gruffly, ."but until the boilers bust, we ain't going that way."

General Sherman was on his memorable march to the soa. "Everything seems to be going smoothlythus far," he said, "But something seems to toll me that the end will be disastrous!'-' Years afterwards, when he. found he couldn't go anywhere without- hearing the brass bands playing "Marching Through Georgia," he realised that his forebodings had only been too well founded;

The old man, says the "Atlanta Constitution," thus wrote to his son in College: "Bill, my boy, when you are ridin' in them new fashioned automobiles at forty miles an hour, don't, forget that- you wuz raised in the ox cart, and that it brung you to whar you air ; an when you're a whirling golf sticks, don't fail to re- ' member that wuz the oP ax' handle that helped you to get 'em ; and when you leave for ycr home vacation don't forgiti to leave yor high falutin' airs behind you, for if you fetch any of 'em with you, I'll wear/out more seasoned hickory oh you than you ever dreamed grbwed in the woods." Of the two men standing at a street corner, one was one of those smari fellows who are always aching to disnlay their smartness. /'Watch mo take a me'oub . of him!" he mutterer to. his companion as a ragged old tramp hove in sight and storied to recite the usual tale of; pathos. ■ . ,. f - : :., ■ ' "Why. that's not the same story you told me the- last time you accosted -me,' ': said the. brainy one, wV ■ va P ran 't had run down. The latter looked at him in sorrowful silence for a- moment. Then he asked : "Mebbe not — mebbe not! But I don t remember speaking to. you When was it?" ' "Last week." "That explains it.. I'd forgotten meeting you," was the tramp's quiet retort "I wa s in prison all last week." A merchant in the East has become very fond of his-; new offce hoy. lne boy entered very early in the morning, when the merchant was reading the paper. The latter glanced up, and went on reading without -speaking. After three minutes the boy said : rmn CU f e , me ' but I>m in a hurry!" ( What do you want?" he asked. "You do? Well/ snor ted the man of business, —Why are YOU in sueh a hurry?" ' "Got to hurry," replied the boy. Left school yesterday to go to work, a»d haven't "struck anything yet.- I. can't waste time. If you've got nothing for me say so, and I'll look elsewhere. The only place I m nKf » enoush iswhere surSed SeCt^ 15 aSkGd the "Don't have to come," he was told. I m here now, and would have been to work before this if you'd said so »