eniz, and
other moderns may leave early. The old stuff is just as good to-day as
it was twenty years ago, but some of us ancients have got past that
stage of musical development.

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THE MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT.

Sir: This story was related to me by Modeste Mignon, who hesitates to
give it to the "Embarrassing Moments" editor:

"Going down Michigan avenue one windy day, I stopped to fix my stocking,
which had come unfastened. Just as my hands were both engaged a gust of
wind lifted one of my hair tabs and exposed almost the whole of my left
ear. I was never so embarrassed in my life."

Ballymooney.

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THE ENRAPTURED REPORTER.

[From the White Salmon Enterprise.]

The bridal couple stood under festoons of Washington holly, and in front
of a circling hedge of flowering plants, whose delicate pink blossoms
gave out a faint echo of the keynote of the bride's ensemble.

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EVERYTHING CONSIDERED, THE COMMA IS THE MOST USEFUL MARK OF PUNCTUATION.

[From the El Paso Journal.]

Prof. Bone, head of the rural school department of the Normal
University, gave an address to the parents and teachers of Eureka,
Saturday evening.

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Galesburg's Hotel Custer has sprung a new one on the gadders. Bub
reports that, instead of the conventional "Clerk on Duty, Mr. Rae," the
card reads: "Greeter, Rudie Hawks."

* * *

A communication to La Follette's Magazine is signed by W.E.T.S. Nurse,
N. Y. City. What is the "S" for?

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BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.

[From the Walsh County, N. D., Record.]

A quiet wedding occurred Friday, when Francis A. Tardy of Bemidji,
Minn., was united in marriage to Miss Leeva Ness.

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THE ENRAPTURED REPORTER; OR, IT INDEED WAS.

[From the St. Andrew's Bay, Fla., News.]

Mrs. Paddock, Mrs. Russell, Mrs. Templeton, and Mrs. Cottingham, all of
whom are visiting Mrs. Turesdel, the hostess of Monday's picnic, were
keenly appreciative of such bits of beauty as the day revealed. Florida,
herself a hostess of lavish hospitality, seemed to be more radiant, and
when night came and the boat pulled her way out into the bay, still
another surprise awaited the northerners. In the wake of the boat
shimmered a thousand, yea, a million jewels. The little waves crested
with opals and pearls. The weirdly beautiful phen