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.

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

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.

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