The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, July 29, 1900, Page 7

THE SUNDAY CALL. ( MAN'S MEAT IS ANOTHER MAN'S WHAT IS ONE POISON. i OUR LETTER CARICATURES. | THE DEMOCRATIC CANDIDATES. i | | j I'wu, ' e PP P g | ——‘-”// —— S [ it { J | ~ —— | s S e ~ { = SR ot~ o = | |4 )¢ ] € T X DA AT AT A A A AT AT AT T AT AP AND S i N« NG LIKE ARBITRATION. ! 1t 4 i been in sht for several | he sa 5 L wiiling s ied the father, | 13 v ns on that 2 tin ri S ttlé disputes by S PI AUTION . i = father < o thi n civiliza- | s e "ok g of all de- | e g 1e i A Siaka S id o ’ et « nt for so much as it ! o i “No, my boy; physical prowess does not € * ok S S O Ot T | I as mental ability in theT CNOW M¥ 1in relapsed inte thought for [ —— e , apparently pondering his | | s ., we're all for peace | w he finally said. ! Of course. Perfect peace is the ideal which we strive.” A ne should strive for that ideal in | nd public affairs, shouldn’'t we?” } ! | way, my boy?” i Why let’s arbitrate the question of | hat licking that you are going to give | me after dinner. Everybody arbit s | It was arbitrated.—London Tit-Bits. | ALL THE WORSE. | isoner, what is your name? | S = —— aham M. Buttercup, your Honor.” - = = . “You don’t live in the city, do you? | ADLAT EWING STEVENSON. “No, your Honor.” * (Features are formed from the letters of their names.) “Where is your home?” e Parsisaruiiie * @ 2 A T AT A T A T AT AT A TR AT kT AT Tk T AT k@ “The officer says you were drunk and | s ¥ i _1¢ | disorderly, Mr. Buttercup.” ! PERILS OF TRANSLATION. THE GBEYED ORDERS. he 1 Id n’t ri“““':‘"“.'r anything about it, The translation of the English spiri;ual A certain captain, having been ordered Suess as. songs into the foreign languages often | o5 : — . - idne Vell, is that all you have to say for | cauces ludi Binivs Gitoh ite loreign. service, gave a farewell dinner causes ludicrous readings which are quite | . .. a : rself?” { equal to any of the slangy irreverence of | PEEiment. Addressing the men Dbe- think the court cught to let me off | the impudent young American. | o:evthe) commenced to eat, he said: I am not a drinking man when I am { A certain missionary relates that he got { oW, lads, treat this dinner as you t home. Nobody in Parsleyville ever saw | an Indian seholar to assist him in trans- Would the enemy. me take a drink of any kind of liquor.” |jlating into the Indian vernacular the | -After dinner he discovered Private Rob- | *“Never get drunk in Parsieyville?” [ hymn: { inson stowing several bottle of champagae { “Never, your Honor.” Rock of ages, cleft for me, {away in a bag. Highly incensed, the cap- {. “You only get drunk when you come to Let me hide myself in thee, } tain asked him what he meant by such | the city. Is that right?” | Imagine his surprise and chagrin to read | conduct. S : { “That's about right.” | the following loose lines: | *“Why, sir,”” said Robinson, “I'm only | “And when you do come to the city you | yvery old stone, split for my benefit, Obeyh’g.orders-" ! always get drunk and disorderly?”’ | Let me get under one of your fragments. “Obeying orders,” roared the captain. { *‘Generally, your Honor, I am sorry to | —Memphis Scimitar. | what do you mean?” | say.” : 2 e e e “Yes, sir,” was the answer. “You toid | “And you-want this court to let you off | QUICK WORK. us to treat the dinner like an enemy, and easy, do you? You are the kind of men, ! « you know, sir, when we meet an enemy, { Mr. Buttercup, who give the city a bad! He (kneeling at her feet)—Only this | those we don’'t kill we take prisoners.”’ — % name. The fine will be §15 and costs. Call | question: Say, will you be mine? i London Tit-Bits. { the next case!”—Chicago Tribune, She—Oh, how sudden! Do give me a lit- | V20 ! i’ tle time to think. | TWO OF A KIND, BOT A RODBER. Hc_g;‘("‘;i;?: :'Atcorgo(‘;ongcr. I must have‘ Smythe—Remember when Jones was ! A story is told of a British soldier in | wr. g Baste? married last year, how ba EiCked about ‘ i ; She—But why this haste? the duplicate wedding presents? Egypt. His colonel, observing him one | .1 p g P : } - 4 : | He—I cannot stay any longer; I've a eab | BrowneYes morning wending his way to camp with |y iiine Ex | s la fine Egyptian rooster in his arms, halt- | . : | Smythe—Well, that sort of luck pEaT | , . ed bim to ask if he had been stealing | BORES EVEN HIMSELF, to follow ‘Mfm." He had a somewhat sim- of W , 5 ! il > lai yesterday o A s i/ | chickens. “No, colonel,” was the reply: | Lar compiin: JCOLApaay. R // St { “I just saw the old fellow sitting on the | Belle—Is Chappie tiresome? Browne—What was it? % ¢ . . { wall, and I ordered him to crow for old | Flora—Is he? \Vh)". they say he yawns Smythe—Duplicate .birthfi.ay present. i SR s S J | England, and he wouldn't, 8¢ I confiscated | incessantly when he’s alone.—The Smart | That i8 to say—twins.—Cincinnati En- “Oh, yes! Now I see. It's bumblebees!” " him for a rebel.”—Ex. Set. quirer. ~