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Peru Pertinent and Impertinent 



A man once longed for peace complete. 



He sought the ocean strand. 

 Where waves came singing soft and sweet 



To the untrodden sand. 

 But soon they built a little town 



Where bands began to play : 

 And then a tidal wave came down 



And washed 'em all away. 



He sought the wooded mountain height 



To shun the crowds below. 

 A big hotel soon met his sight 



With artificial show; 



The Quest 



And next an earthquake shook the place 



Until the mountain fell; 

 The devastation left no trace 



Of mountain or hotel. 



Out there upon the level plain 



Where far his gaze might roam 

 He turned his quest of peace again 



And sought to make a home. 

 But savage huntsmen 'round him crept 



Or raised a warrior shout; 

 And then a cyclone came and swept 



The whole collection out. 



Aud when the cyclone dropprd the man 



He said : "Right here I'll stay. 

 Here will I strive as best I can 



To use what comes my way. 

 From toil and strife I shall not fleo 



Nor shirk the issue grim. 

 No more will I seek peace," quoth he. 



And straightway peace sought him. 



— Washington Star. 



It takes a hustler to distinguish the differ- 

 ence between an obstacle and a hindrance in 

 his path. 



JOIN THE PROCESSION 



Out of the hills: Still a few kickers along the road. They might as well get in line, for no one will take them seriously anyway. 



Interested Tbem 



"I have here," says the inventor to the capi- 

 talists, "two plans for radical changes in sleep- 

 ing cars." 



"Yes'/" murmur the capitalists. 



"This plan increases the space given to each 

 passenger and makes the berth much more 

 comfortable by " 



"Can't consider it." 



"Well, the second plan makes the car un- 

 comfortable, but it enables it to carry half as 

 many more passengers, and " 



"Give us the complete details, with estimates 

 of cost." — Life. 



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life's Weary Bouud 



Nothing to do till tomorrow, 



And then all over again 

 The roar of the spindle and shuttle. 



The scrape and the scratch of the pen. 

 Nothing to do till tomorrow, 



-Vnd then the same purpose, same plan. 

 In the day-after-dayness of living 



That conquers the spirit of man. 

 Nothing to do till tomorrow. 



And then all the old worry o'er. 

 Each day — but for grace of its dreaming — 



The same as the day before I — 



— Baltimore Sun. 



Sarah's Squauderiiigs 



In Concord, New Hampshire, they tell of an 

 old chap who made his wife keep a cash ac- 

 count. Each week he would go over it, growl- 

 ing and grumbling. On one such occasion he 

 delivered himself of the following : 



"Look here, Sarah, mustard plaster, 30 cents : 

 three teeth extracted, $2 ! There's S2.50 in one 

 week spent for your own private pleasure. Do 

 ,vou think I am made of money?" — Llppincott's. 



There's neither jealousy nor selfishness back 

 of a friendship that is worth while. 



All men who want the earth are not lumber 

 manufacturers. 



