The Oxford Falcon

There are some remarkably strange things about certain parties we wot of. How is it that some men can go to a circus and take their families, yet cannot pay for their county paper and legal advertising? How is it that the same men can afford to smoke cigars, drink at the saloons, etc., but can't pay the printer, or a small store account? How is it that the same men promise to pay "next week, certain," and never fulfill their promises? How is it the men who pledged themselves to settle with us when they sold their cotton don't do so? Hint to the wise is sufficient, we hope.-Panola Star.

The questions propounded in the above, perhaps might be satisfactorily answered by some of the patrons of the Falcon, who have had two or three years' experience, and know exactly how the thing is done.