Tossing off malefactor, mausoleum and monarch with ready dispatch, Bierce soon came hand‐to‐paw with one of the most grapplesome words of his time, the ostensibly innocuous noun monkey.

I was surprised to see him asleep at 10:00, as he's normally such an early riser.

The proceedings of the State Democratic Convention, held at Turner Hall, yesterday, were disgraceful enough to bring a blush even to the cheek of a Democrat. Liar, snide, put up your dukes, if you want to fight, catcalls, hooting, and yelling filled up a greater part of the deliberations of the august body.

Careful not to draw deep blood, I cat and moused him for another moment or two as the audience stared in awe.