If brevity is the soul of wit, simplicity is elegance.
We’ve had our short locals, and we’ve had our long locals, and as Dogberry’s partook somewhat of the last named species, he feels a tenderness in attempting all other.
But, Alexandria is to the front; she must be notched, even if as the expense of printers ink and newspaper space. The Valley is as dry as a mummy in the way of sensations. Amusement is stale to stagnation with the exception of an occasional buggy ride, the parties, one of whom, Bill is which. The writer concluded to indulge in a like extravagance and made arrangments, to all intents and purposes to that end, but one of the contracting parties, one of whom Dogberry was not which, took tooth ache. You can imagine the finale. Dogberry didn’t ride much. “Such is life.”
To the point, truely Alexandria valley is teening with abundant good cheer. She has reapeda bountiful harvest and now wears a smile as bland and winning as can be o’er the prospect of a good time coming. Miss Davis of Cave Spring and Miss Draper of Oxford are visiting Mrs. “Fate” Green. Cave Spring is proverbial for its beautiful women whilst Oxford shares equally in the eulogist le axiom, nor do we leave Alexandria out in the cold.
Well good people, what tshall we have for Christmas?. Shall we roast a turkey, have a German, or a regular old house-warming.
Certainly something must be done to drive away enui.
Looking to my caption warns me that “Brevity is the soul of wit.” therefore I lay down my pen, take my cob-pipe, hoist my heels on the mantle and subscribe myself.
DOGBERRY
JACKSONVILLE REPUBLICAN, SAT. DECEMBER 16, 1882
ALEXANDRIA ITEMS.
