This is a cold day. 1868 I am at home to day. I did not do much to day. Bill went to Andes to day. W.W. Forrest was here to day. Him and Lill & I went down to Brushland this afternoon. Henry Liddle and Bill Liddle were in here this afternoon. Thare is Singing School in Brushland to night. O. Dickson was over here to night. He stayed all night.
Genuine Fools
He who wipes his nose on a nutmeg grates, and picks his teeth with a razor.
She who rubs her checks with a brickbat to give them color.
Genuine Fools
He who wipes his nose on a nutmeg grates, and picks his teeth with a razor.
She who rubs her checks with a brickbat to give them color.
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