Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . kind; and the hour drew nigh for theaward. A trumpet sounded, and those who craved theroyal favor filed in. Begin! thundered the king; and the foremost inthe line stepped forward. Oh, Son of the Stars, I have allowed myself to pre-pare, after much labor, a wine, one draught of whichwill prevent one from talking in his sleep. For marriedmen Enough! interrupted the king. You have donewell. Thy name shall be handed down to posterity, anda graven stone shall be set up to you in the public place. Oh, Son of the Stars, the second asp
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . kind; and the hour drew nigh for theaward. A trumpet sounded, and those who craved theroyal favor filed in. Begin! thundered the king; and the foremost inthe line stepped forward. Oh, Son of the Stars, I have allowed myself to pre-pare, after much labor, a wine, one draught of whichwill prevent one from talking in his sleep. For marriedmen Enough! interrupted the king. You have donewell. Thy name shall be handed down to posterity, anda graven stone shall be set up to you in the public place. Oh, Son of the Stars, the second aspirant began, I am one skilled in medicine and surgery, and afteryears of experimenting I have found that a simple opera-tion, when performed on the brain of a female child,absolutely prevents all desire for superfluous frills andfineries, gossiping and ? Well done, my son, broke in the king. You area worthy son of a worthy father, and your name shall br>borne on the wings to the uttermost parts of the earth,and praises will be on mens lips for ages to Oh, Son of the Stars, began the third seeker afterfortune, I am a lover of mankind, and delight in bring-ing peace and happiness to all. I have here a little con-trivance so small as would lie in the hollow of yourhand, but which will absolutely prevent pajamas fromrolling up into a thousand and one knots during thenight, and Enough! enough! shouted the king, forgetting hiskingly dignity for the moment. Enough! The prizeis his! And the people echoed his words, The prize is his! As Advertised i( ^Af HATS your time? asked the old farmer of the brisk salesman. Twenty minutes after five. What can I do for you? I want them pants, said the old farmer, leadingthe way to the window and pointing at a ticket marked Given away at While He Waits. FAREWELL to bird and bottle, play and dance!Yon holy man will guide her thoughts , see! she casts one long, regretful glanceTo where he stands, her first and only love. Lent
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