Tbuthful James and the ThundebstoHm. —He did not look like a* watruthful man. ,He, had jn fact, a George Washington sort of -face, and his enunciation was loudly honest,, and decidedly nasal. He sat roasting his alternate sides in front of a red ho.t saloon stove, amid a, party of bummers who ' were trying to outlie each other. " Talkin' about lightnin'," said, ho " I reckon none o' your' laszeroni was ever struck, was you ?" "No I " " Well I was.' "You" see I was out shootin 1 prairie -.chickens m Eelinoy last August, and-, there .come up the awfulleWthandcrstornrl ever seen in the whole course p 1 my life. It rained'cats and dogs,: an-the thunder rolled, an' the forked lightnin 1 darted ajl over the sky like fiery tongues. I got behind a haystack that sort o' loaned over to the south, an' the first thing I knowed the lightnia' struck that; and "sot If afire. Then I moved to a walnut tree that stood near, tin' arftouble-jinted bolt ripped that into splinters. I moved to another tree, and theJightnin' struck'it". - Then I began to think that it mentnie^an' so I just walked out^ humped myself up, an' took three or four of the loudest claps I ever heard. .It shuk me upright pearfc ;„ but beyond rjppin* the coat off my bacfr,aV, splitting one o' my boots from top to toe, it didn't do me no particular damage. But you don't find old Jim huntin' a row q£ that kind agin." The discomfitted bummers looked curiously into each other's faces for a moment, and then one by one, silently arose and sneaked out, leaving Truthful James master of the field.—American paper.
Mathematical.—" Herodotus, my son, what time is it? " inquired- Mr'.Spilkins of his son, who had just come home from college. "Well father," replied the yputh, pulling out his watch, "let x represent H o'clock,; and y .equal 10, minutes, and x—-2y' is tho answer." Spilkins ponderad for a moment, and then said he thought it must be" about bedtime.
The' Growth of Calumny.—And now they say William Perm would sit down under a tree with Indians about him, and telling them of the bettor world beyond the sea, deal himself four- aces and win the game.
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Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2018, 23 June 1875, Page 2
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