The Tiffin Weekly Tribune

Josh Billings on Linch-Pins.

I want to bet three dollars no man ever matched himself agin a devil but what he got boat.

Aim hi, if you strike low. The man who undertakes tew jump three hundred and seventy-five feet ahed will certainly make a good try.

I never nu a man who was alwus anxious tew repent of his sins bofore he had committed them who did'nt want the sharpest kind of watching.

I never bet eny stamps on the man who is always telling what he would have did if he had been there. I have notised that this kind nover get thare.

Faith don't appear to me to be ennything more than tip-top good sonse; and the faith thore is in this world now won't keep a man from falling to the bottom of a well if he lets go of the curb to spit on his hands.

When I get to not having good Juck, it doz seem to me that I kan have more of it than enny man I ever knew, and not hulf try; I suppose it neems jist so to you, my friend, dou't it?

I kan't think of enny talent now that is so apt to descend from father to son untarnished as the gift ov exaggeration.

A man may have a perfek right to be born single, but I doube whether he has a right to continue on so.