hand, the stealing of the arm around her waist
when she is not looking, and the least pressure upon her belt is all
that the law requires.

She can tell by your face whether you love her, as you sit there in
the twilight looking into the guiding star eyes, as well as though you
grabbed her as you would a sack of wheat, and hung on like a dog to a
root.

*****

Anna Dickinson is going upon the stage again and is to play male
characters, such as "Hamlet," "Macbeth," and "Claude Melnotte." We have
insisted for years that Anna Dickinson was a man, and we dare anybody to
prove to the contrary.

There is one way to settle this matter, and that is when she plays
Hamlet. Let the stage manager put a large spider in the skull of Yorick,
and when Hamlet takes up the skull and says, "Alas, poor Yorick, I was
pretty solid with him," let the spider crawl out of one of the eye holes
onto Hamlet's hand, and proceed to walk up Miss Dickinson's sleeve.
If Hamlet simply shakes the spider off, and goes on with the funeral,
unconcerned, then Miss Dickinson is a man. But if Hamlet screams bloody
murder, throws the skull at the grave digger, falls over into the grave,
tears his shirt, jumps out of the grave and shakes his imaginary skirts,
gathers them all up in his hands and begins to climb up the scenes like
a Samantha cat chased by a dog, and gets on top of the first fly and
raises Hamlet's back and spits, then Miss Dickinson is a woman. The
country will watch eagerly for the result of the test, which we trust
will be made at the Boston Theatre next week.

OUR CHRISTIAN NEIGHBORS HAVE GONE.

It pains us to announce that the Young Men's Christian Association,
which has had rooms on two sides of our office for more than a year,
has moved away. We do not know why they moved, as we have tried to do
everything that it was possible to do for their comfort, and to cheer
them in their lonely life. That their proximity to the _Sun_ office has
been beneficial to them we are assured, and the closeness has not done
us any hurt as we know of. Many times when something has happened that,
had it happened in La Crosse, might have caused us to be semi-profane,
instead of giving way to the fiery spirit within us, and whooping it up,
we have thought of our neighbors who were truly good, and have turned
the matter over to our business manager, who would do the subject
justice or burst a flue.

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