le granger from Stevens Point. These female mashers are a
tornado.

Why, one of them met a respectable church member the other night,
and asked him how his liver complaint was. He was a man who had
been troubled with the liver complaint, and supposing she was some
acquaintance, he stopped on the corner and talked with the pullet for
about ten minutes, explaining to her the course of treatment he had used
to cure him, and dozens of people passing by that knew him, and knew
that she was clear off.

Finally she asked him if he wouldn't take her to a restaurant and buy
her a spring chicken and a small bottle. He told her if she would come
up to his house she should have a hen, and there were lots of bottles,
both large and small, that she was welcome to. She told him to go to
Hades, and he went in a drug store and asked a clerk who that lady was
he had been talking with, and when the clerk, who knew her, told him she
was a road agent, a street walker, a female masher, the old man had to
sit down on a box of drugs and fan himself with his hat.

We mention this to show that ladies are not the only portion of the
population that is liable to be accosted and insulted. The other night
a respectable merchant was going to the opera with a friend from the
country, when a couple of sirens met them and one said to the other,
"Look at his nibs," and she locked arms with him and asked him if he was
not her own darling. He said his name was not "Nibs," and he would have
to look at his memorandum book before he could tell whether he was her
darling or not, but from the smell of gin about her person he would
blush to extemporize.

We do not give his exact language, but in the heat of debate he shook
her and told her if she ever clawed on him again he would everlastingly
go and tell her parents. And while he was talking with her the other one
had seated herself beside his country friend on a salt barrel in front
of a grocery and was feeling in his vest pocket to see if he had any
cloves.

A female masher is much worse than a male masher as you can imagine.
Who ever heard of a male masher feeling in an unprotected female's vest
pocket for cloves? O, the men are simply unprotected, and at the mercy
of wicked, designing women, and the police ought to protect them.

THE USES OF THE PAPER BAG.

A First Ward man was told by his wife to bring home a quart of oysters
on New Year's night, to fry for supper. He drank a few prescription