Taking out his note book, tbe news
paper man began jotting down notes
on entomology, as studied on the cost
umes of the girls. A pretty little maid
en, all gorgeous in crushed strawberry
and bright yellow, came jauntily down
the street, smiling and chatting to her
friend. She wore a spider. I: was a
delicate creature of silver, and rested
gracefully at her throat, its long limbs
wandering promiscuously about her
neck. The next subject rested on the
expanding bosom ot a fat, middle aged
maiden. The specimen of the arach
nid* class was a hideous monster with
an ugly looking head and forbidding
palpi, or feelers. It nestled closely to
the maiden’s tbroat, and seemed su
premely happy. So did the maiden.
At times they came in twos, resting at
the throats, and seemingly raising
their heads to make faces art each
other.
Bad News for Presidential Candidates.
Parson Talmage said last night that
seated in some unpretending law office
or some gubernatorial chair, or in some
quiet farmhouse, is the man who will
De the next President of the United
States. That settles the question, so
far as many promiaent candidates are
concerned; for when Mr. Talmage spoke
neither Mr. Tilden, nor General Logan,
nor Mr. Rtndal, nor President Arthur,
nor Mr. Bayard, nor Mr. Blaine was in
any one of tne positions specified. Mr.
