The reporter's nosegay; brightest and best blossoms from the Philadelphia record's famous column

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 Excerpt: ...Philadelphia Record" £ ADVERTISING RATES is sent by mail for S3 per year, g j. Daily Edition or 25 cents per month. The £ 3 V u Stmday Edition price of the daily and Sunday M T,._if„tA„K:-„f L Hioroimt meyer is stopping. He came in his private car, bringing a party of Philadelpbians, including Mrs. Whelen and Miss Townsend. Philadelphia is like Baltimore in one respect, it will insist upon being represented everywhere by at least one of its 'raving beauties.' St. Augustine it has honored with the presence of Mrs. Dulles. To remark in public on any woman's beauty verges on bad taste, but any one as pretty as Mrs. Dulles must pay the penalty of a little notoriety." The popularity of Deputy Sheriff Henry C. Garrison, of Swedesboro, N. J., has always been as wide as the Middle Atlantic States. Recently, through his connection with the Swedesboro Catholic Church troubles, his fame reached as far west as Newport, Kentucky. A few days ago he received a letter from the Kentucky town, signed "Miss Emma Garrison." The writer stated that her husband, Sandford M. Garrison, had deserted her 20 years ago, and she had not heard of him since. "Are you my husband?" she continued. "If so, come back to me, and all will be forgiven." "Garry" replied by return mail that "unfortunately he was not her husband," and advised his correspondent to marry again, as if her miscreant husband was really a Garrison, he would be sure to have married again. A sharp-visaged, raw-boned woman boarded a Tenth street car yesterday afternoon, shut her umbrella with a vicious snap, which shook the rain over the platform passengers, sat down on the most closely-occupied side of the car and leaned her wet umbrella...