Anna-Tom-ical.

“A young man who lost an arm, some two weeks since, insists upon it that he still feels pain in the arm and fingers.”—­(Daily Paper.)

This is strange, certainly, but not more so than the statement of our young man, TOM, who affirms that, having had his arm around ANNA’S waist some three weeks ago, he still feels the most bewitching sensations in that arm.  Who can explain these things?

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Prussicos odi, puer, apparatus,—­as old NAP said to young NAP, when the Teutonic bullets flew about them at Saarbruck.

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[Illustration:  WE DON’T KNOW WHETHER IT IS CORRECT, BUT THIS IS PUNCHINELLO’S IDEA OF THE CHASSE POT.]

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[Illustration:  A FACT FROM LAKE SUPERIOR.

Shipwrecked Cockney.—­“I SAY, CAPTAIN, ARE THERE ANY BEARS ABOUT HERE?  I’VE COME PREPARED FOR A LITTLE SPORT, YOU KNOW.”]

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THE CHARGE OF THE NINTH BRIGADE.

“Col.  FISK, Jr., marched his men up to the Continental Bar-room this evening and gave them a carte blanche order for drinks.”—­Special to morning paper.

    Half asleep, half asleep,
    Half asleep, onward
    Into the bar-room bright
      Strode the Six Hundred: 
    ’Forward the Ninth Brigade! 
    Charge this to me,” he said. 
    Into the bar-room, then
    Rushed the Six Hundred.

    Topers to right of them. 
    Topers to left of them,
    Old sots in front of them,
      Parleyed and wondered;
    Yet into line they fell,
    Boldly they drank, and well
    Into the jaws of each,
    Into the mouth of all,
    Drinks went, Six Hundred.

    Flashed the big diamond there,
    Flashed as its owner square
    Treated his soldiers there,
    Charging a bar-room, while
      All the “beats” wondered. 
    Choked with tobacco smoke,
    Straight for the door they broke,
    Pushing and rushing,
    Reeled from the Bourbon stroke,
      Shattered and sundered;
    Thus they went back—­they did—­
      On the Six Hundred.

    Whiskey to right of them,
    Cocktails to left of them,
    Popping corks after them,
      Volleyed and thundered,
    Yet, ’twere but truth to tell,—­
    Many a hero fell. 
    Tho’ some did stand it well,
    Those that were left of them,
      Left of Six Hundred.

    Oh! what a bill was paid,
    Oh! what a noise they made,
      All Long Branch wondered;
    Oh! what a noise they made,
    They of the Ninth Brigade,
      Jolly Six Hundred!

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A Sun-burst.

The Sun regretfully announces that PUNCHINELLO is about to “give up the ghost.”  PUNCHINELLO begs to assure the Sun that he doesn’t keep a ghost; though, at the same time, the mistake was a natural one enough to emanate from Mr. C. A. (D.  B.) DANA, who keeps a REAL ghost in his closet.