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OUR PICA Y UNTES.

A time comes when summer leaves. Then autumn leaves.

The most raseal will do for a living is to "do" other people.

Roundabout and crooked railroads should prefer selling fare tickets by the mile rates.

"Do men gather figs off thistles?" They do not if they bet on the Thistles against the Volunteers.

A friend who playfull points a loaded pistol at another has too little sense to be tolerated as an acquaintance.

Mabel Stirling, who comes to the Academy of Music, has a play called "Three Corners." It will do to stand on if it is not like a cocked hat.

It pays to start a manufactory in the south, if it is kept going only long enough to sell out to a western trust company who will buy it to shut up.

Ambition took a tumble when lielen Dauvray concluded to give up trying to be a great actress and became willing to be the wife of a baseball shortstop. The match is something like Adah Isaacs Menken marrying John C. Heenan.

Concordia Empire: "People outside of Kansas seem to be horrified at the statement that the mayor of Argonia gave birth to a fine boy the 26th hit. It seems to be all right and there is no complaint that she is neglecting the duties of her office."

A big sugar trust is now in process of formation. There is nothing sweet about it to the people's taste.--[New York World.] When a fellow marries a nice young girl he has a big sugar trust on hand, and there is lots of sweet about it.

Americans recieved by London society are rich girls, hunting nobility, beautiful girls, hunting fame and position as professional beauties, boy boys like Buffalo Bill and sluggers like Kilrain, who has dined with the marquis of Queensberry, and will fight by his rules.

That the price of coal may be kept up high the Lehigh Company is keeping its miners idle. The price of coal depends upon no crop, flood, drouth, weather or grasshopper influence. The fueld is always there ready to be taken out, and can be made cheap for poor people wheneber the rich corporations are willing to give the poor miners work to do. Some trust company legislation is needed.

Washington Critic: "Can you tell me where I can find the reporter who wrote that article?" asked an irate individual of the city editor. "I want him discharged immediately." "I really don't think you could have him discharged," replied the city editor, cautiosly. "Why not, sir. I demand it." "You see, the proprietor of the paper wrote that. You might go and ask him to suspend publications, however."

A person who has seen the two card cases made for Pranzini's skin states that the material resembles pigskin, but is somewhat mottled in consequence of having been tanned too hastily. The reason why these cases looked like pigskin leather is because they were pigskins. It is estimated that enough of Pranzini;s skin was sold by the Paris policeman to cover twenty elephants. Anything that has the name of being horrible answers the purpose of the curiosity hunter.

A man who happened to be the only witness to a murder, with which he had nothing whatever to do, at Lancaster, Pa., was confined in jail in jail 298 days for fear he would go away without giving his testimony. When the trial was finally ended he was charged $3 a week for his board in jail, and paid $1 for each week day, so that he got less than $100 for his long detention. Some man may have been subjected somewhere in the world to meaner treatment than this, but we never heard of it. His case is worthy of special attention by the legislature.--[Savannah News.] That is nothing compared with the cases in which the murderers have been out on bond and finally aquitted on trial by hoodlum jurymen, the witnesses having been looked up for months.

Detroit Free Press: "Ah! good morning!" he saluted across the aisle of the car. "Good morning, sit," stiffly replied the lady addressed. "Did you enjoy your trip to the bay?" "What--when?" "Last week ma'am." "Why, I wasn't down there!" "No! But I saw your husband down there, and the register of the hotel bore the names of--" "She whispered a man beside him, at the same time giving his sleeve a pull. "Bore what names!" sharply queried the woman as her fingers clinched. But the two men stalked out of the front door and dropped off. She looked after them, shut her teeth hard together, and was out on the platform ready to alight before the car was within a square of her street. "Did you see him down there?" asked the friend as the two got away from the car. "Naw, of course not." "What did you talk it for?" "Her husband blackballed me in a society, and I've been laying for him for three years."