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CARICATURE
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WIT AND HUMOR OF A NATION
IN PICTURE, SONG AND STORY
Grant E. Hamilton
"Zim"
E. Flohri
Art Young
A. S. Daggy
J. M. Flagg
T. S. Sullivant
R. F. Outcault
Penrhyn Stanlaws
F. Nankivel
S. Werner
"Gus" Dirks
F. L. Fithian
"BB" Baker
J. H. Smith
Sydney Adamson
Peter Newell
H. C. Greening
C. T. Anderson
Burges Johnson
W. J. Lampton
R. K. Munkittrick
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Arthur Lewis
Geo. Herriman
Geo. R. Brill
Poems and Stories by
Tom Masson Edwin L. Sabin
W. D. Nesbit Edward W. Barnard
Frank H. Brooks Eugene Geary
J. Conacher
W, M. Good«
H. M. Wilder
Jno. Cassell
Hy Mayer
C. J. Taylor
T. S. Allen
Bob Addams
Albert Levering
Malcolm Strauss
F. H. Ladendor,
Charles Sarka
R. S. Bredin
Albert Bloch
Bert Levy
V. A. Soboda
Fred Lewis
Gordon Grant
C. Knowlton
Carolyn Wells
Henry Tyrrell
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1911
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ANOTHER ON THE WIRE.
" Kitty, I love you. Is there any chance for me ?"
" I'm sorry, Jack j but the line 's busy."
MR. HICKET RETIRES
By William John Barr Moses
MR. HICKET didn't look it. He was a rather
stout, flabby, middle-aged man, with a low
forehead, oily black hair, small, blue, blood-
shot eyes, an angular nose, puffy lips, big
ears, a complexion bluish white, mottled red and purple,
and a mouthful of irregular, tobacco-stained teeth. He
wore a pair of skeleton nose-glasses tied to a black cord,
and his clothes, which had been flashy and loud in their
time, were now wrinkled, misshapen and decorated with
grease and dandruff. Mr. Hicket didn't look it, but he
was a literary bureau, a financial bureau, a correspond-
ence university, an astrologer, a matrimonial exchange,
a handwriting expert, and a few other things of the same
general character.
Mr. Hicket began his day's work by looking over the
mail. Among the letters this morning there was one
from a young lady in Arkansas, complaining that, al-
though she had taken Mr. Hicket's ten-dollar course in
journalism, and his twenty-five-dollar course in short-
story writing, and his fifteen-dollar post-graduate course
besides, her manuscripts came back from the magazines
with the same promptness as of yore, and accompanied
by the very same polite little slips, while the news-
papers, as a rule, neither returned her manuscripts, nor
the stamps that accompanied
them, nor sent her checks in
their stead. Mr. Hicket an-
swered this letter with a
printed slip, which an-
nounced that the Universal
School of Journalism and
Short Story Writing was in
the hands of a receiver, and
that the whereabouts of the
former proprietors was un-
known.
The next letter contained
a check for ten dollars from
a simple-minded clergyman
in Nebraska, the same being
a payment in advance for the
degree of doctor of philoso-
phy, which the clergyman
had earned by completing, in
nine months, the three years'
course of reading outlined
by the professors of the
Hicket Correspondence Uni-
versity. Mr. Hicket drew
from a drawer of his desk
an elaborate blank, orna-
mented with gold and red,
and bearing several imita-
tion seals, filled it up in due
A WOMAN'S CHOICE.
" Would you like a pretzel, lady ?"
" Ye». I'll take that one on the bottom of the stick."
form, placed it in a pasteboard mailing tube and ad-
dressed it to the clergyman.
Other letters contained fees of various sizes from
young men and young women who wished to be taught
journalism, or short-story writing, or the art of adver-
tising, or acting, or oratory, or magnetic healing, or
astrology, or some other art or science of making money
quickly without work ; from older men and women, as
well as younger ones, who sent specimens of their hand-
writing, or the date of their birth, and wished to know
what fortune awaited them, or wished advice in the mat-
ter of purchasing stocks or making investments, or who
wished to correspond with ladies or gentlemen matri-
monially inclined, or who trusted to Mr. Hicket's great
abilities for something else. The letters came from all
over the United States, save for a five-hundred-mile
safety zone around the city. Mr. Hicket didn't adver-
tise in that five-hundred-mile zone. His was a strictly
correspondence business, and he did not care to have per-
sonal interviews with his clients and pupils. Most of
them were poor, and five hundred miles of railway journey
was sufficient to keep them at bay.
Mr. Hicket was a lazy man who had made the great
discovery that labor can be minimized by method and
regularity. He had in his
office thousands of printed
slips, and letters in imitation
typewriting, fit to answer
almost any possible commu-
nication which his numerous
advertisements might bring
to him, and he kept careful
lists of all of his patrons.
It usually took him about
two hours to get through and
answer a day's mail, and the
two hours chosen for this
labor were from seven until
nine in the morning. The
rest of the day and night Mr.
Hicket devoted to cashing
the checks received and
spending the money. The
large gilt letters on his door
said nothing of the nature of
his business, and merely an-
nounced that his office hours
were from ten to twelve and
from one to three. This was
another precaution against
undesirable callers.
On this particular morn-
ing Mr. Hicket was well
with the character
HOPE DEFERRED.
" Am I going to marry my affinity, madam ?"
" Maybe you are, miss ; but your first marriage will be to a husband."
of his mail. He whistled softly as he opened the last
of the letters. He felt at peace with himself and the
world, and safe from fraud orders and skeptical in-
truders.
He was startled from his equanimity by the opening
of the door behind him, and by a raucous, female voice,
which inquired,
"Is this the Universal School of Journalism and
Short Story Writing?"
Mr. Hicket swung slowly round in his chair and con-
fronted the visitor. She was a strapping Amazon of a
woman, with pale, reddish hair, a thin, hooked nose, thin
lips and freckles.
"This is merely the correspondence office," he said
cautiously. " I am merely the corresponding secretary."
"Well," said the Amazon, striding nearer, "I'm
from Montana, and I want my money back."
" If you have any complaints " — began Mr. Hicket
suavely, but stopped abruptly, with his mouth open, his
eyes bulging out of his head, gazing fix-
edly at the six'-shooter which his caller
had suddenly whisked into view.
"I want my money back," she re-
peated.
" How — how much is it?" inquired
Mr. Hicket tremulously.
"Ten dollars for the course in jour-
nalism, twenty-five dollars for the course
in short-story writing, fifteen dollars for
the post-graduate course, and three hun-
dred dollars for railway fare and expens-
es— three hundred and fifty dollars alto-
gether."
Mr. Hicket thought quickly.
" We make it a rule to refund all
fees in case a patron is dissatisfied," he
said blandly ; ' ' but — but — is it not a lit-
tle exorbitant to ask for your railway
fare in addition? Why did you not write
if you felt that you were not receiving
full value for your money?"
"Write!" exclaimed the irate lady.
"Write! I have written and written,
and I've received enough printed answers
to my letters to paper a room with, but
no money. I want my money back, and
I want my expenses paid, too! You
hear me?"
" My dear madam," said Mr. Hicket
soothingly, "we shall do whatever you
think is right. Pardon me one moment.
I'll just step into the treasurer's office
and get the money."
He rose as he spoke and stepped to
the door. His hat and coat hung beside
it; he reached for them with one hand
and for the door knob with the other.
"Hold up!" cried the lady suspi-
ciously. ' ' What are you taking your hat
for? Where is the treasurer's office?"
"It's in the building across the
street," explained Mr. Hicket. " You see, in a big city
like this, we find it much cheaper to rent different
offices where we can get them, instead of one whole
building."
"Oh, indeed," she sniffed; then glanced about her
and sat down in Mr. Hicket's chair. " Well, you'd bet-
ter hurry, and don't you try any tricks. If you do you'll
be sorry. I want my money, and I'm going to have it,
too."
"Certainly, certainly," murmured Mr. Hicket, as he
fled for the stairway, too anxious to wait for the ele-
vator.
" Well," he sighed, much relieved, when he reached
the street, " that girl's a Jim Dandy, hey? She wants
her money, does she? Well, she'll want it a lot worse
before she sees me again. She can wait there until she
gets tired and hungry enough to quit. When she goes
for a lunch she'll find herself locked out. I slipped the
catch as I came through. I won't go back there until
day after to-morrow, and then I'll go at six o'clock, and
before eight I'll be moved out and into another office.
Judas Priest ! if I have many more such pupils as that
I'll retire."
Mr. Hicket had in his pocket, fortunately, the checks
received that morning, and he now proceeded to cash
them. The rest of that day and the whole of the next he
spent in satisfying a healthy thirst and in gambling.
On the morning of the third day he repaired, somewhat
later than he had planned, to his office.
" I hope the old girl didn't lug off my typewriter or
anything, " he reflected, as he strode from the elevator
toward the ground-glass door. The door was locked, as
usual, and he inserted his key and opened it, then started
back in astonishment. The red-headed woman was there.
Her back was turned toward him. She was pinning a
paper on the opposite wall. But it was not the presence
of the woman which most astonished
him. The room was bare and empty.
His typewriter was gone. His desk
was gone. The cabinet in which he
kept the printed slips and letters,
diplomas, and the rest of his stock
in trade was gone. Even the waste
basket, and the chair, and the picture
of a tiger which had hung on the
wall were gone. He entered the room
mechanically and closed the door
behind him from long habit.
The woman turned about, saw
who it was, and smiled.
" I've been looking after things
for you while you've been away,"
she said sweetly.
" Wha — what have you done?"
stammered Mr. Hicket. " Where
— where — where's my things?"
' ' The typewriter and the desk and
the other furniture I sold to get my
money. Your printed letters and
slips and things I had the janitor
sell for waste paper."
" Woman, this is robbery — lar-
ceny—burglary. I shall give you
into custody at once," cried Mr.
Hicket furiously.
" I think not, " said the lady, eye-
ing him coldly. " In order to do that
you will have to get in touch with
the police. I have reason to think
that you do not care to become known
to the police. I feel perfectly safe. "
Mr. Hicket gasped. It was true.
He dared not call upon the law to
protect him. He would have to ex-
plain too much. He leaned against
the wall and gasped. Perspiration
broke out in drops on his forehead.
" But my business !" he murmur-
ed. "You have ruined my business!"
" I wouldn't worry about that if I
were you," she replied. " I am a
stenographer and used to attending
to correspondence. I opened your mail yesterday and sent
the money back, and to those who did not send money I
sent a note, telling them that you were a fraud. I looked
through your books, too, and sent a little epistle to all of
your customers. I was just pinning up a sample copy
for your benefit when you came in. Here it is."
He took the slip she offered to him.
" Good-bye," she murmured. " I've got my money
back," and marched past him and out of the room.
He looked at the slip. It read as follows: "The
Universal School of Journalism and Short Story Writing
is a fake. A fool and his money are soon parted. Yours
truly, Sallie Smith."
He was still leaning against the wall. He closed his
eyes to shut out the nakedness of his familiar office, and
muttered feebly, " She's gone — gone at last — but I guess
I'll retire, anyway."
WOMAN'S CURIOSITY.
|| That Mr. Huggard is a tegular bear."
" Oh, dear I You must introduce me."
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The Vacation Diary of a Millionaire
By W. J. Foley
|ULY 1st.— Extremely hot.
Nothing doing in high fi-
nance. Start to-day for
my summer home in the
mountains to get into
touch with nature. How
good it is to be able to
cast off the cares and re-
sponsibilities of business
for a time and be light-
hearted and free as a boy !
July 3d.— Highly sen-
sational attack on Atlan-
tic and Pacific in the news
to-day. The President has
directed the Attorney-
General to proceed against
the board of directors. I
wonder if I am in that directorate? Yes; unfortunately
I am. So glad I came to the mountains for a good
rest!
July 6th. — How glorious here at my mountain retreat,
secluded from affairs and safe from the prying inquiries
of reporters ! In the fall I must get Atlantic and Pacific
back to par. How beautiful the trees and rocks and
streams are ! The world is good and pleasant, truly.
Just got a daily paper! How the news follows us! I'll
look it over. " Indictments likely in Atlantic and Pa-
cific," it says. D Atlantic and Pacific!
July 8th. — I am indicted! Just got word over a pri-
vate wire. Me indicted as a director of Atlantic and
Pacific! A man of unblemished reputation — a philan-
thropist sacrificed to the senseless clamor of the mob !
And wanted as a witness in Consolidated Copper! By
heaven! what has become of our liberties? I'll obey no
subpoena, rest assured of that. Ye gods! what penalties
wealth pays to jealousy !
July 10th. — Just heard by wireless that inquiry is on
into Consolidated Traction, and Union Gas and Electric
is under the probe. Grand jury will take up these mat-
ters at once. Confound railroads and copper and trac-
tion and gas! I wish I was out of the whole business.
This thing is spoiling my trout-fishing. I don't have
any comfort at all. Sometimes wish I was a farmer.
July llth. — Jersey Elevated on the rack! If this is
a vacation I am having, I guess the trolley's twisted.
July 12th.— Grand jury has adjourned. Thank the
Lord for that! I'm going fishing.
July 13th. — Suspicious-looking characters in the
woods. Have sent Jones to investigate.
July 14th. — Jones thinks they are subpoena-servers.
By ginger! I'll wing 'em if they cross my path. Is .?,
man to have no peace, even during vacation? Weather
a little chilly, and I am staying in the house.
July 15th.— Another stranger. Jones is investigat-
ing. Jones says he has a bench-warrant. Have in-
structed Jones to admit no strangers to the house. Fish
biting well, but dare not go out for fear of those con-
founded bailiffs and constables.
July 16th. — Jones on guard — officers lurking in the
woods. This place is a prison. Two reporters in the
woods, so Jones reports, with cameras. This administra-
tion is a farce — a thing of shams and deceits. And they
call this a free country ! Bah !
July 17th. — Sent Jones for a doctor. I am so nerv-
ous and irritable I can't eat or sleep. All doors securely
locked and bolted. By ginger ! suppose one of those fel-
lows should come down the chimney?
July 18th.- — Quieter, but far from well.
July 19th. — Better, but no appetite.
July 20th. — Subpoena and fee thrown through the
window with a stone. Jones chucked 'em into the fire.
July 20th. — Another subposna dropped down the chim-
ney into the fireplace.
July 22d. — Escaped from my lodge last night in the
auto. Going deeper into the woods. My goodness!
what a summer!
July 23d. — Four constables, two subpoena-servers and
five reporters on the trail.
July 24th. — Secluded in a little hamlet far up in the
mountains. Jones ran the auto along the bed of the
COMPROMISED WITH HIS LORDSHIP.
Rupert — " Lord Notasent asked me to teach him how to play
poker."
Editha — "And you?"
Rupert — " Compromised by lending him a hundred dollars."
brook, to leave no sign. Am growing whiskers, and,
thus disguised, will be able to escape later to a seaport.
July 25th. — Uneventful week. No excitement but
watching my whiskers grow. Came up out of cyclone
cellar to-day for ten minutes.
August 2d. — Jones says new batch of officers is lurk-
ing about the place. Still in cyclone cellar. Only have
five minutes out per day now.
August 3d-15th. — Nothing doing but whiskers and
watching for strangers. Jones says the woods are filling
up with subpoena-servers.
August 16th. — Important message from Slick &
Squeeze that all indictments have been quashed for lack
of jurisdiction. There is justice in the land yet. I am
picking up rapidly.
August 20th. — Have instructed Jones to arrange for
trip back to the city.
August 25th. — Back in town. Reporters say I am
the picture of health. Announced my gift of $50,000 to
the High Art Institute. Atlantic and Pacific going up
again slowly. The President gone hunting — thank
heaven! Interview deploring senseless attacks on our
financial institutions, and stating that we stand like
adamant in our probity. And I never caught a fish !
Uncompromised.
ED. and Mag. together were
Oft in close communion seen.
Ed. was but an editor,
Mag. a weekly magazine.
POOR JACK!
" I do wish Jack would hurry up and propose.'
" But 1 thought you didn't like him ?"
" 1 don't. 1 want to get rid of him."
IN CONVENTION ASSEMBLED.
Professor Leo—" Ladies and gentlemen, after carefully studying the statements of both
parties to the nature-faker controversy, I am convinced that it is a zoological impossibility for either
of them to be right."
Progress of Freedom.
UNCLE EPH was standing
in the doorway of John-
son's Cross Roads Emporium,
at Red House, Ga., when the
first touring-car ever seen in
the neighborhood went puffing
up the road toward Squigg's
Corners.
" Sakes alibe, Marse John-
sing!" he exclaimed to the
merchant prince, who never
stopped his whittling, " wot's
dat?"
" Oh, jest one o' them hoss-
less kerridges," answered the
sage, who had once visited
Atlanta.
" Well, who made it, Marse
Johnsing — de debbil?"
" Wuss than that, Eph —
them pesky Yankees!" was
the reply.
" Lawdy, Lawdy! Now,
wa'n'tdatjes'like'em? Back
dere in 'sebenty-six dey freed
de kentry, an' den in 'sixty-
t'ree dey freed de darkies,
an' yere dey goes a-freein' de
hosses an' mules!"
A C&tskill Mountain Scheme
By A. B. Lewis
FTER an hour's driving, the
wagon that had brought the
Jones family from the lit-
tle railroad station in the
C a t s k i 1 1 s stopped at a
farm-house that appeared
ready to collapse from de-
cay. It had not been paint-
ed in years, many of the
window panes were broken,
and several holes could be
seen in the battered shin-
gle roof. There was no
grass and only one or two
trees on the grounds surrounding the neglected building,
and the only sign of life about the place was a hungry-
looking dog that put up his head and howled mournfully
when the vehicle drove up. As the driver, an old farm-
er, got off the wagon and appeared to be unhitching the
horses, Jones was the first to get over his astonishment,
and he angrily demanded,
" Say, what sort of a bunco game is this you're try-
ing to play on us?"
" What d'ye mean?" quietly asked the farmer.
" What do I mean, sir ! Why, your circular describes
a place vastly different from this. Where are the shaded
lawns, the stately elms, the " —
" John," cut in Mrs. Jones with a sob, " I — I wouldn't
stay a night in that house for a million dollars! It — it
looks like it was haunted!"
" Of course we won't!" said her husband. " You're
dealing, sir, with a New York business man, and not
some hayseed."
" Where's the tennis court, pa?" wailed young Jones,
who had brought several rackets with him.
" And the croquet grounds?" asked Miss Jones, as she
wiped the tears from her eyes.
The farmer made no reply for a time. He had evi-
dently been adjusting the harness, for he soon returned
to his seat, and as he started the horses again, he said,
" You city folks allus jump ter conclushuns the fust
thing. Now, if ye'll give me a chance I'll git ye to
Pansy Farm House. It's a leetle further down the road."
A sigh of relief went up from the Jones family that
could have been heard half a mile away, and when they
reached their destination, although the place did not
WHERE THE COUNTRY GETS EVEN WITH THE CITY.
" 1 tell yeou, us fanners »in't so slow."
"Hows that. Si?"
i'^?"1 t*lem. ,city 'e"m 'ure U1 to town to ta'te 'h*" 8°'d bricks an' we entice 'em out here all summer to take
board with us, an I reckon we jest erbout break even on the hull deal."
come up to the description and looked rather in need of
repairs, it struck them as being superior to anything in
the mountains. Jones had almost forgotten the incident,
but a day or two later he overheard the farmer remark
to his wife,
" By gum, ma, but that scheme o' mine o' stoppin'
down by Perkins's old shanty and purtendin' to unhitch
works like a charm! The city folks wuz allus kickin',
but they 'pear so glad to git here now that ye kin feed
'em on 'taters and 'lasses, and it's all right. I orter
been in the gold-brick bizness, -"stead o' wastin' my time
up here."
The Best He Could Do.
THEY sat on the beach in the moonlight, and held
hands, and watched the stars, and listened to the
tide as it " walked right in and turned around and
walked right out again." For one week — seven whole
blissful days — they had been engaged, and he had prom-
ised her six automobiles, four steam yachts, thirty-eight
diamond necklaces, and nine bulldogs. And they were to
go to Europe on their wedding-tour, and live on Fifth
Avenue when they returned, to say nothing of a villa at
Newport. As a clock in the distance struck the hour of
ten, he heaved a deep sigh. " Geraldine, I — I have a sad,
sad duty to perform. To-morrow I return to the city."
" But — but you will come back, Arthur?"
"Not this year, Geraldine. I may as well tell you
the truth. I work at the ribbon counter at Stacy's, and
my vacation ends to-morrow morning. You see "-
THE CHEAPER WAY.
Mrs. Jones — " Mrs. Smith has a perfect dream of a hat."
Mr. Jones — " Great idea ! Go take a nap and see if you can't dream
JUST TEN MINUTES WASTED.
Mother — " Now, you sit down in that chair and be good for
ten minutes."
Son — " I don't want to. Pa '11 be home in ten minutes, and
I'll have to be good, anyway."
" But you are the son of a billionaire!" she broke in.
" Alas, no! My father is assistant cook on a liner, so
I am only the son of a sea-cook."
" But — but that one continuous round
of gayety we were to have!" wailed the
girl, in tones that frightened the lob-
sters on the beach (including Arthur).
" Not this summer, Geraldine."
"And the autos and diamonds and
dear Newport?"
" Pipe-dreams, my dear."
" Oh!" she moaned, covering her face
with her hands, " how I have banked on
that continuous round of gayety ! And
now you tell me it was all a pipe."
" Say, Geraldine," said Arthur, as he
patted her on the back and tried to soothe
her, " I'll tell you what I will do about
that round of gayety that sticks so in
your crop. You meet me next Saturday
afternoon, after I've drawn my seven -
fifty per, and we'll go to Coney Island
and get on a carousel and stay there
until midnight. How '11 that do for a
continuous round of gayety?"
"Wretch! Fraud! Deceiver!" she
exclaimed, as she waved him back and
arose to her feet. " I work at the hat-
pin counter at Blank's, only three blocks
from Stacy's, and if I ever see you pass
the store I'll run out and jab eight hat-
pins into your miserable carcass! Go
hence!"
And thus they parted. A. B. LEWIS.
The Regular Thing.
AND now the summer boarders come,
Tin-lunged and rubber- jawed,
To talk us all both deaf and dumb
Of what they saw " abroad."
And she who claims that she has seen
" Paree " by night and day,
Quite possibly has never been
To Hoboken, N. J. LURANA w. SHELDON.
J jdge's Handy Hints
to Household Heads.
WHEN enjoying a jumping toothache the
pain can be alleviated in the following
easy manner :
Cut from an expensive comforter a piece about
the size of your wife's first biscuit, but about a
million times softer. Of course this will destroy
the comforter, but it will also destroy the ache.
Dip this piece of comforter into some kerosene
until entirely saturated. Then push into cavity
of the tooth and hammer it in firmly with a
croquet mallet. This will immediately relieve
the pain ; whereas if you went to a dentist, be-
sides relieving you of the pain he would relieve
you of perhaps two dollars. If the kerosene
loaves a bad taste in your mouth, it can be rem-
edied by eating a small cube of limburger cheese
or gargling with roof paint.
The above remedy is infallible. One treatment is
E nough. Try it once and you will never try it again.
THE average chauffeur certainly takes life easily.
HOW TO READ CHARACTER BY THE WAIST-LINE.
We have palm-reading, face-reading, bump-reading, handwriting experts,
etc., but no method that gives a satisfactory index to character — especially wo-
man's character. Waist-line reading has not been advocated as yet, so we sug-
gest to the woozy prognosticators and dippy scientists the following : A high
waist-line denotes emotional nature, high-strung, skittish, and fond of outdoor
sports. A low waist-line indicates a quiet nature, fond of children, the theatre,
candy, etc.
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Explained.
husband went to church this morning."
" Our Sunday paper didn't come, either."
BEHIND THE SCENES.
The tragedian—" I'm going out in a new play this season, and I want my press agent to get up some new story about me that will
attract great attention."
The leading lady — " Why don't you have him say you're going to act ?"
A Real-estate Enthusiast.
*' f^NCE in my early career," said a well-known New
^^ York magazine editor, " I owned and edited a
more or less thrifty weekly newspaper. One of my
features was country correspondence, and I prided my-
self on the accuracy of my rural aids. In one issue,
from the best point on my list, I received a notice read-
ing as follows : ' Mr. John Grady, having purchased a
plot of ground in Machpelah some months ago, has now
gone into real estate body and soul. John was always
an enthusiast.'
" The item looked all right to me, and sounded quite
enterprising, I thought; but a day or two after the paper
had got round among the subscribers I received a letter
of ' indignity,' which almost took my breath away. In
it I was duly informed that Mr. Grady was dead and
buried in the Machpelah cemetery, where he had pur-
chased a plot some three months previously. In conclu-
sion, I may say that my correspondent at that point has
since risen to prominence as a humorist, and I suppose
most of you have read his stuff in various publications.
But that item was not very funny for him or for me, be-
cause he had to get another job far away, and I lost a
dozen good subscribers."
Turn About.
THE summertime will soon be gone —
Nature grieves.
And just as soon as autumn comes
Autumn leaves.
WOULDNT STAND ANOTHER CUT.
" This suit is fifteen dollars. '
" H'm ? Could you take something off that ?"
" If you wish it, miss ; but 1 think you'll find h comes above the biej neiu"
IN SOCIETY.
" Papa, I wish you'd get arrested for speeding. Willie Smith's
father has been arrested three times, an' I just hate to have those
Smiths get ahead of us."
Rare Indeed.
DW rarely do these
three things meet — a
man who wants something,
is fitted for it, and any
great number of persons
who think he ought to
have it.
Lending Interest to
the Show.
« OAY," said Tommy,-
*^ the chief manager
of the fifteen -pin show,
"I'm goin' ter raise de ad-
mittance ter thirty pins
fer dis evenin's perform-
ance."
"Wot fer?" asked his
assistant.
" 'Cause my sister wot
eloped wid de hackman an'
had her name in all de pa-
pers 's consented ter be
present."
1 will never have uni-
versal peace until
each nation is satisfied with
)c* piece it has.
A FAR-SEEING PLAYER.
" Whah yo' gwine wid de telescope ?"
" Gwine ter play a game ob checkers wid Peg Leg. Dey say he
kin see 'way erhead in de game, an' Ah'm gwine ter play wid dis inst'u-
irent to mah eye, an* Ah'll bet Ah km see 'bout ten times furder dan
him."
LIMIT OF LAZINESS.
O DARKIES lay sprawled on the levee on a hot
day. George Washington drew a long sigh and
said, " Ah wish Ah had a hundred watermillions. "
Dixie's eye lighted. "Hum! Dat would suttenly be
fine! An' ef yo' had a hun'ed watermillions, would yo'
gib me fifty?"
" No, Ah wouldn't."
" Wouldn't yo' gib me twenty-five?"
" No, Ah wouldn't gib yo' no twenty-five."
Dixie gazed with reproachful eyes at his close-fisted
friend. " Seems to me you 's powahful stingy, George
Washin'ton," he said; and then continued, in a heart-
broken voice, " Wouldn't yo' gib me one?"
" No, Ah wouldn't gib yo' one. Look-a hyah, niggah !
Are yo' BO good-fer-nuffin' lazy dat yo' caihn't wish fo'
yo' own watermillions?"
Olive Lawson Ryder, Philadelphia, Pa.
HE MUST HAVE NEEDED IT.
A LONG-HAIRED man, walking along the street.
* met a littU k_y, «-o asKed him tne time:
hiirmtes to nine," the man replied.
Pell," said the boy, " at nine o'clock get your hair
cut."
He took to his heels, the aggrieved one after him.
Turning the corner, the man ran into a policeman,
nearly knocking him over.
" What's up?" asked the policeman.
The man, very much out of breath, said, " You see
that young urchin running along there? Well, he asked
me the time, and I told him, ' Ten minutes to nine, ' and
he said, ' At nine o'clock get your hair cut.' '
" Well," said the policeman, " what are you running
for? You have eight minutes yet. "
Andrew T. Kelly, Brooklyn, N. Y.
ADMISSION BY TICKET.
IkJfANDY was a young colored girl, fresh from the
cotton fields of the South. One afternoon she
came to her Northern mistress and handed her a visiting
card.
" De lady wha' gib me dis is in de pa'lor, " she ex-
plained. " Dey's annoder lady on de do'step."
" Gracious, Mandy !" exclaimed the mistress. " Why
didn't you ask both of them to come in?"
" Cayse, ma'am," grinned the girl, " de one on de
do'step done fo'git her ticket."
W. Irwin Moyer, Pittsburgh, Pa.
IT WOULD PAY THEN.
/"VNE BAY a gentleman, walking down the boardwalk
^•^ at Atlantic City, saw an Irishman on his knees,
pushing a dollar bill through one of the cracks. He
touched the man on the shoulder and said, " Why are
you doing that, my good man?"
The Irishman looked up and said, " Faith, and I jist
dropped a nickel through the walk, and I thought I'd
make it worth me while to tear up the walk and get. me
nickel." D. C. Alexander, Atlanta, Ga.
AN IMPORTANT OMISSION.
A WISCONSIN editor was visiting in Chicago and de-
cided to buy a new panama hat. Going into a
store, he asked the price of one that looked good to him.
The clerk replied, " Fifteen dollars."
Whereat the editor asked, " Where are the holes?"
The clerk appeared bewildered for a moment, but
managed to ask, " What holes?"
The editor replied, " The holes for the ears of the ass
that would pay fifteen dollars for a hat like that."
Roqua Sturgis, Enid, Okla.
PUTTING IT OFF.
AN IRISHMAN, on being convicted of murder, was
* told by the judge that he could have the choice of
tree that he was to be hanged from.
He replied, " A gooseberry tree."
" Why," said the judge, " it is not big enough!"
" Well," said the Irishman, " if itplases your honor,
I'll wait till it grows."
I. Cullen, San Francisco, Cal.
UNTIDY.
Precise aunt (trying to amuse Kate, who had come to
day) — " Oh, see pussy washing her face!"
Kate (with scorn) — "She's not washing her face —
she's washing her feet and wiping 'em on her face."
Miss A. Ludwig, Paterson, N. J.
WF A MAN tells you he is a Bohemian, be quite sure
* that his next words will be, " Sav, old man, could
you lend me a dollar?"
Willie Cross-questions His Ma
By J. W. Foley
M"Yes, my son."
" Can't I go over to Henry Green's
and play a little while?"
" I don't think so this evening, Willie."
" Can't I go over and play just for a few minutes?"
"No; not this evening, Willie."
" Not if I come right back in fifteen minutes?"
" I've told you no already, Willie."
" Why can't I go over, ma?"
" Because I don't want you to, Willie."
" Could I go if my chores were all done, ma?"
" I don't want you to go out to-night, Willie."
" Well, is it because my chores ain't all done?"
" I didn't say anything about chores, Willie. I don't
want you to go out this evening — that's all."
" Well, if I did my chores all up, could I go?"
" I didn't say so, Willie."
" Well, I know; but if it was on account of my chores,
and I went out and did 'em, could I go?"
" Not to-night."
" Well, why can't I go if it ain't on account of my
chores?"
" Because I don't wish you to go, Willie."
" Henry Green's a nice boy, ain't he, ma?"
" I suppose so— yes."
" Well, it ain't on account
of him not being a nice boy,
is it?"
" I didn't say so, Willie."
" Well, I know you didn't;
but if it was on account of him
not being a nice boy you'd say
so, wouldn't you?"
"I might, Willie."
" Well, wouldn't you?"
"I didn't say anything
about Henry Green, Willie.
I merely said I didn't want you
to go over and play to-night. "
" Well, don'tyou think you
ought to tell me if it was on
account of Henry Green?"
" William, I said you could-
n't go out to-night, and that
settles it."
"I know; but there's a
reason for you not wanting
me to go out to-night, ain't
there?"
" I suppose there is a rea-
son for everything, my son."
" Then don't you think you
ought to tell me the reason?"
"Not necessarily. It's
enough when I tell you you
can't go. "
STABLE TALK.
Thought you had a job on a yacht ?"
nought you hi
1 have. I'm gr<
On a yacht?"
Yes ; taking care of clothes-horses."
"But if somebody told you you couldn't do some-
thing, wouldn't you like to know Mie reason, ma?"
" I might and I might not, Willie."
" But wouldn't you be apt to want to know it?"
"William, don't bother me any more. I said you
were not to go, and that's enough."
" But Henry Green's all right to play with, ain't he,
ma?"
" I suppose he is, for all I know."
" You never heard of Henry Green being a bad boy to
play with, did you, ma?"
" I don't know that I ever did."
" Well, if he had been a bad boy, you'd probably have
heard about it, wouldn't you?"
" For goodness sake, Willie! stop asking questions.
You can't go out to-night, and that's all there is to it."
" Is it because you don't want me to go out this par-
ticular night, ma?"
" Never mind why it is. You can't go."
" If it was any other night could I go, ma?"
" The night hasn't anything to do with it. I said you
couldn't go, and don't ask any more questions."
" Is it because you're afraid I won't get my lessons?"
" I don't know anything about your lessons, William.
If you don't get them you'll get punished to-morrow."
" Well, if I had 'em could
I go then?"
"No, sir; you couldn't."
" Well, then, it must be
something else — ain't it,
ma?"
" It is because I don't
choose to have you go, and
that's all."
" Well, if it was daytime,
could I go?"
" Now, William, if you ask
any more questions you'll go
upstairs to bed in a hurry.
I've answered all the ques-
tions I'm going to."
" But, ma, if I promised
Henry Green I'd come over
to-night, don't you think I
ought to go over and tell him
that I can't come, and not
keep him waiting?"
" You shouldn't have prom-
ised Henry Green anything
without asking me first."
' ' I know ; but if I did
promise him?"
"William, you be quiet
and don't ask another ques-
tion, or I'll punish you
severely."
" But, ma, can't I go out
AMONG THE PROVINCIALS.
Mr. New Yorker—" I see they attacked King Alfonso in the street and tried to kill him."
Mis. Tennyment — " I didn't know it. That's the trouble with living in a back fiat. 1 n«ver
»ee anything."
and just holler over to Henry Green that I can't come if
I come right back?"
"Well, perhaps; but if you don't come right back
you'll get punished for it."
• Green should offer to come over, ma
:shaH I tell mm?"
" Tell him you can't play outdoors to-'nighT"
" But suppose he comes right over without offerin',
ma?"
" William, you go upstairs directly and wait till I
come!"
" Without hollerin' over to Henry Green, ma?"
" Yes, without waiting a minute; and when I find my
hair-brush, I'll see whether you obey me or not."
" But, ma, you said I could holler, didn't you?"
"William!"
" If you hadn't said so I wouldn't have asked any
more questions ; but I had to ask
what I ought to tell Henry Green
when he hollered back, didn't
I?"
" Are you going upstairs or
not?"
"Ain't that Henry hollerin' now
ma?"
" William, you'll drive me to
desperation!"
" Well, if I go right up you
won't whip me, will you, ma?"
"No; not if you go right up
immediately."
" And can I holler to Henry .out
of the upstairs window, ma?"
(Desperate rush up the stairs
by William, with his mother a step
behind him. Bedroom door closes
suddenly, with William on the in-
side. Five minutes later) :
" Ma, I just happened to think
it's to-morrow night I promised to
go over and play with Henry
Green, so can't I come downstairs
again?"
True Business Instinct.
WAS a mighty bright negro
belonging to a family in Co-
lumbia, Tenn. He had been a
faithful servant for many years,
and by saving and carefully invest-
ing his wages he had belied the
usual thriftlessness attributed
with more or less justice to the
majority of his race.
His master was an attorney,
and one morning, before he had
arisen, the lawyer was called upon
by Ed, who said,
" Say, boss, Ah wants yo' ter
draw me up a mawgidge."
" A mortgage?" asked his mas-
ter. " What do you want a mortgage for?"
" Well, Ah's done lent Unc' 'Lisha five dollahs, an'
Ah wants a mawgidge on his cow an' caff."
" For how long have you lent the money?"
"Fo' one monf."
" One month! Why, the interest on that amount for
that time wouldn't pay for the paper a mortgage is writ-
ten on."
"Boss," said Ed, scratching his head, " Ah ain't
carin' nuffln' fo' dat intrust — Ah jes' wants dat niggah's
cow an' caff."
A Mistake Somewhere.
Myrtle—" What's the score?"
Ethel—" Eight to four."
Myrtle — " You must be mistaken. I'm sure it haven't
seen more than three men carried off the field." -
Mrs. O'Toole Discusses National Assets
kHWAT be children, Mrs. Flannagan?"
" Nicissary evils," answered her neigh-
bor promptly.
" Nothavin' onny, Oi am obliged to dis-
agree wid ye," said Mrs. O'Toole, with perfect good
nature. " Children be luxuries, Mrs. Flannagan, an"
whin Oi married Moike O'Toole, shure Oi said to mesilf,
' Remimber, Ann O'Toole, your husband is a poor mon.
Don't ye be afther gittin' luxoorious now, an' bring a
good mon down to har-rd wor-ruk an' worry, to say
nothin' av sittin' a bod example to the neighbors.' An'
it do be wonderful how thim habits av economy in them
directions do grow on one ! Elivin years have passed
since I resolved thot risolution, Mrs. Flannagan, an'
look at me now if ye plaze ! Oi have me own automo-
bubble an' me jools, an' Moike has not raised a pick in
his ar-rm since he wint into politics, an' all because av
me good sinse in not bein' luxoorious.
" An' there do be another soide to the question, Mrs.
Flannagan," went on the speaker. " I wor always think,
in' av the exasperatin'
percooliarrities av in-
heritince.asmy sister-
in-law, Mame, would
call thim. ' Ann,' she
sez, ' history will re-
pate itsilf whin ye
least expect it. Mur-
der will out,' sez she;
' an' thim thot tells the
most tales is fools,
dead men and chil-
dren.' 'I know it,
Mame,' sez Oi; 'an'
shure if ony one had
reason to remimber it,
the wife av your broth-
er, Moike O'Toole, is
the individooal.' An'
it is gospil trut', Mrs.
Flannagan, thot mo-
thers an' fathers re-
vale the skilitons in
their closets oftener
t'ro' their offspring
thon onny other way —
the sapheads ! An'
thim tricks av inhiri-
tince do be blissid dis-
comfortin', Mrs. Flan-
'nagan. Sez Oi to me-
silf just before Oi be-
gan me matootinal
career as a married
woman, 'Ann O'Toole
don't ye be afther for-
gittin' thot the sins av
By Lurana W. Sheldon
the fathers an
WHY HE HESITATES.
Mr. Tim O' Gerrity — " Oi hate t' vote for a lot av foreigners. There's
not an Oirishman on th' ticket, be gorr« !"
gran'fathers, an' the divil knows how
monny other ginerashuns av malefactors, fall an' de-
cind upon the children,' sez Oi. 'Don't ye fergit to
remimber thot your own gran'father wor no better than
he should be, to say nothin' av the father av yer husband,
Moike O'Toole, who wor a blackleg an' a shape stealer
if iver there wuz one.'
" But listen to this, Mrs. Flannagan. The Prisident
av these Untied Sthates has been afther inscribin' these
sintimints upon the tablets av the Mothers' Congress,
whativer thot may be, I dunno ! ' Children are a national
asset,' sez he, an' his teeth snapped together whin he
said it."
" Phwat object has the Prisidint in jollyin' the Moth-
ers av Congress? They can't vote," broke in Mrs.
Flannagan.
" No; but their husbands can, Mrs. Flannagan," ex-
plained the other. "Poor things! They have no toime
to vote or do onnything ilse, Mrs. Flannagan, ixcipt, do
ye moind, to be mothers, ivery inch av thim, an' sthale
away now an' thin to
shake the hond av the
Prisidint an' thank
him for his fotygraft.
But he's the statesman
fer ye, an' the iligant
gintlemon, too, Mrs.
Flannagan ! Sez he to
himsilf, ' O i 'm de-
loighted wid me oppor-
toonity to secure the
vote av the good, rip-
resintative citizens av
the 1 o n d ' — for, a v
coorse, they do be all
married women, bar-
rin' the widdys, Mrs.
Flannagan — ' an',' sez
he out loud,' shure the
hond thot rocks the
cradle marks the ballot
also,' sez he, an' ig-
norin' the fact thot it
is the nur-rse gur-rl's
hond thot rocks the
cradle, whin it gits
rocked, Mrs. Flanna-
gan, he goes on to say,
' If the mothers av the
lond are wid me, Oi
don't give a pea-
nut if Hearst an' Bry-
an are agin me!' Thin
he shook thim all by
the hond, Mrs. Flan-
nagan, an' writ thot
message on thim
loines Oi wor just afther rapaytih', thot
children do be a national asset.
" Now Oi lave it to you if he is right,
Mrs. Flannagan ! Ye are the proud mother
av noine, not countin' the four thot are
dead an' gone to glory, Mrs. Flannagan.
Oi'll begin by askin' ye about yees oldest
b'y "-
" Don't sphake av him at all, at all, if
ye plaze, Mrs. O'Toole! Shure it's in jail
he is this blissid minute, bad luck to the
spalpeen!"
" An 'yer second son, Mrs. Flannagan?"
" Shure he's the booze artist av the
war-rd, if ye will have it, Mrs. O'Toole,"
was the answer.
" An' the thir-rd son — or is it a gur-rl
thot slipped in just at this point, Mrs.
Flannagan?"
"It's a b'y," said Mrs. Flannagan.
"An" he's a dead ringer for his daddy.
They do be both av thim in the loafin'
business together at prisent. "
" An' the next are twogur-rls, if Oi'm
not mistaken, Mrs. Flannagan?"
Mrs. Flannagan nodded her head.
" Thirzy an'Tiny, Mrs. O'Toole. Shure
Thirzy has gone to the bad altogether, poor
thing! an' Tiny is showin' symptoms av
runnin' a close second to her sister. "
"That's foive av thim assets av the
Prisidint's," said Mrs. O'Toole calmly.
" There do be four av thim lift. Ye can loomp thim if
ye'd rather, Mrs. Flannagan."
"The last four be b'ys at prisint," went on Mrs.
Flannagan meekly. " Just phwat they may be later on
Oi dunno, Oi'm shure. They're no use at all, at all, but
1
THE SOUVENIR CRAZE.
UNORIGINAL.
Alice — "Jack was so romantic in his proposal! He said I was a white pearl shining
on a sun-kissed coral strand "
Maude (disgusted) — " Can't Jack ever be original ? He said the same thing _to me
three years ago, and I know that he cribbed the expression from a ten-cent calendar."
to rush the growler for their father on a Saturday night-
They'll do thot same, Mrs. O'Toole, until the cows come_
home, but divil a thing will they do for me, not
if Oi go down on me shin bones to ask it av thim,
the divils!"
" Thim statemints do back
up my own observations in a
remar-rkable manner, Mrs.
Flannagan," said Ann O'Toole
thoughtfully. '-' An' it's quare,
but thim silfsame assets seem to
be in ivery tiniment t'ro'out the
lingth an' bredth av Noo Yor-rk
City. It do be strange, Mrs.
Flannagan, if children are a na-
tional asset, tho it should be
nicissary to build so monny re-
for-rmatories for thim. But it's
a strange wur-rld, Mrs. Flanna-
gan, an' we have a quare way
av balancin' our account wid it,
Oi'm afther thinkin' ! If children
loike yours — an' there don't be
onny great difference in children,
Mrs. Flannagan — if children av
this brand do be national assets,
phwat in the name av the Howly
Virgin an all the saints are the
national liabilities, Mrs. Flan-
Pa/ (jurt over) — " Do ye moind phat Oi be aflher bringin' home — all these coolered s' uvenirs ?
They w«» givin' 'em away on th' cyan. ' '
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OUT OF HEARING.
Disconsolate duck — " There ! that fellow is telling
the ostrich a fine joke and I can't get. in on it."
He Took a Correspondence Course.
JOHN PRESCOTT MIDDLETON, ESQ., the corpulent
president of the Amalgamated Interstate Ice Com-
pany, treasurer of the Brown Security and Finance Com-
pany, whirled around in his office chair and frowned at
the slowly-opening door of his private office.
The door opens wider. Enter a long, cadaverous in-
dividual with dreamy eyes. He gazes at the president
with a far-away look, and hands him a note. The presi-
dent reads it half aloud.
" My Dear Sir — Directly underneath you are forty
pounds of dynamite. I own the
office below, and have skillfully
arranged the apparatus which
will blow you into eternity if I
raise my hand to give the signal.
Yes, I am crazy, perhaps; but
do not get excited and puff up,
for I might give the signal on
the slightest provocation. Remain calm until you finish
this letter. Prepare yourself for a few minutes of cool,
subdued thinking— perhaps the last thoughts you will
ever think. Man, I need $5,000, and need it quickly.
Perhaps I have said enough.
" Sulphurously yours, THE BEARER."
The president grows purple. The cadaverous indi-
vidual raises his hand and says,
" Listen ! Having succeeded in securing your utmost
attention (a matter very difficult with a man of your
position), I beg of you not to call the police or raise an
alarm. I have no dynamite ! I simply have here a won-
derful corn-cure — Bunkum's One-hour Corn-cure. Why.
man alive! it's worth "
Bang! Crash! Brrrrrrr, krrrrrb, brrr! Thump!
" And to think," said the cadaverous individual as he
picked himself up at the bottom of the stairs, " that I
have just finished a correspondence course in advertising
writing, and that was the scheme on page fourteen.
' First get your customer's attention, then pound him
with the goods,' was the idea." CHAKLES H. FITCH.
In the South.
« ¥^ID you see a dark-skinned man running down the
*^ road?"
" Well, I saw a man in the hands of a mob about a
mile down the pike. He was dark, all right, and I
'spect he's skinned by this time."
INFANT WONDER.
" If you're a real dog why don't you bark?"
THE CAUSE AND EFFECT.
Jealous suitor — " Of course he clasped you in his arms when the boat
upset ?"
Fashion-plate — " No ; just the opposite."
Jealous suitor — " Just the opposite ? What do you mean >"
Fashion-plate — " Why, the boat upset when he clasped me in his arms."
THE HYPNOTIST
By NORMAN M. CROWEL-L.
** WWYPNERTISM is th' dumbdest thing lever
run agin," said Eliphalet Briggs. "Al-
JL Jl ways made chills run up my back to think
of it, until I see this feller over to Exiry
t'other evenin'. He wa'n't at all scary — not a bit.
Jest about throw a feller into a fit a-laughin', though.
I was that sore when th' show let out I could hardly get
off'n my chair — that's a fact!"
Briggs tapped his pipe against his boot heel and lei-
surely replenished it. After it had got to going good
he looked over at Thompson, the proprietor, and re-
marked casually,
" Roll up a couple pounds o' them best prunes, Eli.
Ye'll have to book it, I guess, seein's I left my pocket-
book to home on th' radiator."
The proprietor was trimming up the cheese with the
scissors. He laid these down and faced about.
" I sent you a letter to-day, 'Liph — did you get it?"
he asked.
" Yep, Eli, I did. You're a fine writer, Eli. But I
can't do nothin' for ye jest yet. Them two shotes o'
mine are too light for
market, Eli. Give 'em
time — an' s w i 1 1 — an'
they'll amount to some-
thin'!"
Thompson snorted in
righteous indignation and
resumed h i s unfinished
trimming operation.
Bill Fikes stirred un-
easily and crossed his
legs.
"What about that
hypnotist, 'Liph?" he
ventured.
The crowd threw Bill
a bouquet of admiring
glances and hitched near-
er the speaker of the even-
ing. Briggs, after allow-
ing a look of surprise to
drift aimlessly over his
countenance, fitted h i s
pipe in the extreme cor-
ner of his mouth and re-
sumed.
" I can't tell jest all
that he did, for there was
some things I didn't
ketch onto. First he took
a bunch o' young bloods
up onto th' stage, an' felt
o' their heads to see if
OBITUARY.
The cock of the walk out in Brewster
Was a corpulent old Shanghai rooster.
Thanksgiving, 'tis said,
They chopped off his head,
And now he don't crow like he uster.
they had brains in 'em or jest ground feed. He said
he'd found some fellers with too much brains for th'
hypnertism business, an' a whole lot more that didn't
have no more sign o' brains than a hitchin'-post. Said
what he was lookin' after was fellers with jest ordinary
brains — sort o' medium, not raw, nor yet overdone.
" After he'd sorted a while he picked out half a dozen
fellers an' said he guessed he was ready to begin th' fun.
After he'd cracked a few ol' jokes at th' audience he
turned on them fellers real sudden an' says,
" ' Boys, I've jest noticed that you're all stuck fast
to them seats. You can't get loose ! Jest see if you
can, boys!'
" Say, you'd 'a' died right there! Them six fellers
nigh worked 'emselves into a fever try in' to get away
from them chairs. But they couldn't. When we was
jest gaspin' for breath, th' hypnertizer eased 'em up by
tellin' 'em he was mistaken an' that he guessed they
could get loose all right. Th' fellers stood up an' looked
at each other sheepish.
" Th' hypnertist come down front an' told us to be
careful not to hurt th'
boys' feelin'sby laughin',
as they were doin' th'
best they could.
" Then he give a jump
at th' fellers an' tells
'em their noses are all
made out o' rubber.
Maybe them boys didn't
look surprised! They
reached up an' felt o'
their noses kind of easy,
an' looked so foolish it
would give ye a coughin'
fit to look at. One feller
stretched his nose out
about two feet, an' it
slipped out o' his fingers
an ' — kabang ! It nigh
knocked 'im down! O'
course this was jest in
their minds, ye know.
But they acted it mighty
exact an' appropriate, I
tell ye.
"After that th' hyp-
nertizer told 'em he was
goin' to take 'em fishin'.
He led 'em up to th' front
o' th' stage an' swings
out his arm.
"'Look, boys! See
this big pond chuck full
HE KNEW.
O'Hoofy — " Do ye belcnowin' phat's causin' all this rumpus wkl Japan, Misther O'Rooly ?"
Cf Rooly — '* Why, Oi see be th' papers thot in some av thim auction-rooms in th* big cities they do be
always knockin' down Japanese art goods, an' Oi guiss th' Japs ain't goin' to shtand fer it anny longer."
o' big, fat suckers! Throw in your hooks an' see what
you can land!'
" He handed 'em little switches with pieces o' string
tied to "em, an' they started in. It was th' greatest
fishin' I ever see. We jest laid right back on th' cush-
ions an' cackled. One feller thought he had a whale on,
an' he nigh broke his back pullin' it in. When he did,
he made a flyin' leap onto th' hypnertizer's grip an' hung
to it for dear life. Yell? Maybe we didn't!"
Briggs paused to retamp his pipe and get a fresh
breath.
" What else, 'Liph?" prompted Fikes.
" Well, he had them fellers up in balloons, an' chasin'
rats, an' in swimmin', an' pursued by hornets, an' eatin'
hot pie, an' such things till twelve o'clock. It beat
inything I ever see or expect to ag'in."
The speaker allowed this to sink in thoroughly. Then
ae arose and brushed a pipeful of hot ashes from his vest
front. He was just sitting down again when the door
opened and Ephrum Smith came in. He scanned the
group narrowly until his eye fell on Briggs, who favored
him with a reassuring wink.
Close behind Smith was another figure — a stranger.
He had a distinctly metallic face, being possessed of a
complexion of bronze, a jaw of iron, and eyes with a
steely glitter. At sight of him Eliphalet Briggs leaped
to his feet and exclaimed huskily,
" By gum! It's th' hypnertist feller!"
Instantly all eyes drew a bead on the dark stranger.
Smith, noticing the inter-
est, blushed rosily and
stroked his chin stubble.
"Yep, boys; Briggs is
right. This is Perfesser
— Perfesser — what's that
name ag'in, perfesser?"
"Bonelli," said the
stranger, in a low, even
tone.
" Oh, yes! Well, boys,
this is Perfesser Bone
Ella, an' he is a hypner-
tist. I run onto him down
to th' depot, where he
was waitin' for th' nine-
fifteen train. Bein' an
accommodatin' feller, he
is goin' to give us an ex-
hibition jest to pass th'
time away."
Smith hesitated, made
a sweeping bow and
glanced expectantly at
the stranger. He stepped
slightly forward.
" Mr. Smith is cor-
rect, gentlemen," said
he. "I have a few mo-
ments of time to dispose
of, and as your friend in-
timated that you were
liable to show some skepticism I consented to appear. I
trust it will not interfere with business, Mr. Pro-
prietor?"
Thompson expanded visibly at being thus interrogated
and replied,
" Not in the slightest, professor, I assure you."
" Thanks. And will some gentleman have the kind-
ness to volunteer as a subject?"
Dead, clammy silence prevailed, while the professor
rolled his sleeves back in a businesslike manner.
" Come, come, men — suggest somebody," he urged.
" Thompson!" came a voice.
"That's it— Thompson !" added another.
Thompson colored a brilliant mauve tint. He also
coughed.
" Come on, Mr. Thompson," said the hypnotist coax-
ingly. " There is no danger, and, besides, you may not
be a satisfactory subject. It will require but a moment
to decide. There — hold your head in that position and
think — absolutely— of nothing."
" I — I can't!" said Thompson desperately.
" Then think of this gentleman here," said the pro-
fessor, tapping Briggs lightly on the top of the head.
Briggs wilted perceptibly.
Obediently Thompson focused his gaze on an antique
hornet's nest on the ceiling and breathed in a labored
manner. The professor tiptoed toward him, frowned,
sighed, gritted his teeth and snapped his fingers per-
plexedly.
" I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson," he said; " but the rare-
factions of your molecular resistance are too cohesive
for proper ratiocination of extraneous impressions."
Thompson looked slightly puzzled and resumed his
gaze at the hornet's nest.
" You are excused, Mr. Thompson," mildly remarked
the hypnotist.
Thompson swallowed the lump that had grown in his
throat and retired to the protection of the counter.
"Try 'Liph Briggs, perfesser," suggested Smith.
" Seems to me 'Liph's stupefactions are about amalga-
mous to your work."
The professor started and glanced at the speaker in a
surprised manner, while Briggs rose half-way and re-
moved his pipe.
" I'll go in pervidin' Eph Smith goes too,"
said Briggs firmly.
" Come on — you don't bluff me," said Smith.
When the two stood up together, Briggs
surreptitiously pinched Smith's left leg. Smith
returned the caress, and mutual confidence was
established. While the professor was rear-
ranging the scenery Briggs whispered anxiously
to his companion,
" Is it all fixed, Eph?"
" Sure — th' perfesser is on — it's O. K."
Then the hypnotist faced them, made a hur-
ried preliminary examination, which proved
satisfactory, and remarked to the audience,
" These are good subjects. One has a wee
trifle more brains than the law allows, the
other not quite enough, but they balance up
pretty well."
Briggs and Smith glared at each other a
brief instant, then looked at the professor
again.
" I will now demonstrate a few of the
strange wonders of hypnotism. By placing
these two gentlemen in a hypnotic state, I
will be able to control their actions by sugges-
tions given by myself. Are you ready, gen-
tlemen?"
" Yes," said the two aspirants, in a breath.
The hypnotist made two rapid passes, picked
a few imaginary cherries off the victims' nos-
trils and exclaimed,
" Gentlemen, you are Plymouth Rock roost-
ers and it is three o'clock in the morning. Time
to crow, isn't it?"
To the amazement of the crowd Briggs and
Smith flopped their arms wildly and engaged
in a vigorous crowing duet.
"Great! Make 'em fight, perfesser!" de-
manded Bill Fikes.
Before the professor could voice the sugges-
tion, however, the two roosters had discovered
an animus and were facing each other in con-
ventional style. Smith, in executing a series
of defiant scratches, kicked over the mackerel
pail.
" Hi ! Stop that !" yelled Thompson.
" They can't hear you — they're under the influence,"
said the hypnotist.
" Well, change 'em into something else — I don't want
any poultry in here," growled the proprietor.
The professor spoke sternly to the combatants and
they desisted at once.
" Boys," said the hypnotist, addressing his assistants,
"I've just noticed that there are live tarantulas crawl-
ing all over you. Get 'em off, quick!"
Smith and Briggs jumped a yard high and emitted
war whoops of fright. Then they began to shed clothing
with terrible earnestness. At the proper moment the
hypnotist halted them and told them thry had been il
swimming, and that the fust one to gel bis iljtheg oi
would win a prize. A race ensued that threw the crowd
A REPROOF.
' Tom, it's dreadful for you to lose so much money gambling."
' Do you want me to renounce the card-table ?"
" No, dear ; I want you to play a better game."
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into pangs of joy. The professor smiled blandly and
glanced at the proprietor.
" I will now produce the most difficult and peculiar
feat in the hypnotic art. It is known as the recurrent
exhibition. For instance, I command the subject to per-
form something to-day and impress upon him that he
must do the same thing every day for a week or a
month. He will carry out the schedule faithfully, no
matter how many hundred miles I am away."'
The professor glanced about, apparently striving to
think of some simple little feat that would serve as an
example of his claim. At length he seemed to solve it.
" Boys," said he, confronting the subjects, " did you
know that the proprietor of this store is a most generous
man? He is so liberal that he insists upon presenting
this entire store to you for five minutes every day for a
whole month ! He says — hold on !"
The subjects had made a concerted move toward the
cider barrel.
" He says that you must use discretion and modera-
tion, but that you are to consider everything eatable and
drinkable as yours. I must leave to catch my train now,
boys, and you may go ahead. It is all yours for five
minutes, remember!"
The professor remained merely long enough to see his
subjects jump heatedly over the counter and throw the
startled proprietor into the middle of the floor. When
he passed the window he saw them grouped before the
cider barrel, while Thompson stood aloof with his watch
in hand and a pained expression running riot over his
features.
The ensuing five minutes were busy ones for the hyp-
notized. They ate and drank freely, lit cigars and nib-
bled promiscuously from candy to codfish. They were
entirely at peace with the world when Thompson's watch
cheered its owner by ticking off the last second
of the allotted time.
" Time "s up!" yelled the proprietor. " Get
out of that, you infernal thieves!"
The subjects gave sudden starts of surprise,
rubbed their eyes and stole out from behind the
counter.
" What was we doin', boys?" asked Smith,
as he removed his cigar and eyed it proudly.
Thompson saw his chance in a flash and
stepped forward.
" I'll tell ye. That hypnertist told ye that
ye was in th' army an' th' enemy was comin'
on full tilt. He ordered ye to charge, an* you
fellers jumped over the counter an' hid behind
th' cheese box. Didn't they, boys?"
"Yep!"
"You bet!"
Smith and Briggs looked guiltily at each
other and grinned. Thompson breathed easier
as he went back and took a look at the havoc.
A hasty inventory told him that the five min-
utes of foreign proprietorship had cost him in
the neighborhood of one dollar and eighty-five
cents. He saw at a glance that a thirty-day
repetition of such a "recurrent exhibition"
spelled ruin
He slept fitfully that night. Twice he dreamed that
he choked a hypnotist to death and threw his worthless
carcass into the briny billows of the ocean.
In his mail next morning was a postal card addressed
in a small, crabbed, anarchistic script.
" Asafffitida cures recurrent exhibitions. Bonelli."
Thompson perused this message several times before
the cobwebs cleared from his brain. Then he saw a
great — a magnificent light. He bought a quarter's
worth. Personal investigation proved that the drug was
still in possession of all its youthful faculties. Thomp-
son deftly buttered some choice honey creams with the
hypnotism panacea, and disposed the creams in a most
enticing manner. He then surveyed his handiwork and
patted himself on the back — mentally.
" Let 'em recur — blame 'em!" he hissed.
They recurred. Promptly at the minute Smith and
Briggs bounded into the tobacco smoke and landed amid
the eatables. They had been there about seventeen,
seconds when Briggs located the honey creams. One
went into his mouth with dispatch, while a second was
held in ready reserve. Twice did his jaws come down
with hypnotic force — then paused in their stride. He
turned undecidedly toward Smith and drew a long,
quivery breath. Silently he handed Smith a big honey
cream.
Smith seized the delicacy with avidity and transferred
it to his face. A pulsating moment — then he gazed deep
into the dewy orbs of his silent partner. They remained
thus nearly a minute, while the emporium proprietor
leaned back in his chair and slowly grew black in the
countenance.
Then, with muffled yells, the unhypnotized victims
leaped the counter and melted away toward the door.
Hen Sanders found Thompson in a choking condition
BIG-GUN LOGIC.
First statesman — " But you can't prove that wrong is right."
Second statesman — " Oh, ye>, you can — if you have a big enough navy."
LITERALLY ?
Jinks — " There is a millionaire who began his
career as clerk in a cigar-store."
Binks — " Yes ; 1 heard some one say that he
had risen from the ranks."
and revived him by throwing a mug of cider down his
collar.
It was a full week before the saddened features of
the late subjects were noticed in the circle of faces
clustered about the emporium stove. Thompson had
proved that there are some things far stronger than
hypnotism, and he shared his secret with two men —
Smith and Briggs.
A Bark for Barker.
*1*HE EDITOR sat in his easy-chair. Editors always
have easy-chairs — in fiction. He looked at his cor-
respondence. He thought he recognized the handwriting
on one of the envelopes. He sighed.
"Another poem," said he, reaching for the waste-
paper basket. He opened the letter. He was agreeably
disappointed. It was prose. It ran as follows :
" A man named Barker had a dog that barked, so he
called it Barker, because it barked and because his own
name was Barker. So the man was Barker, and the dog,
that barked, was Barker. The man didn't bark, although
his name was Barker. Barker and Barker went for a
walk, and Barker barked— that is, dog Barker, not man
Barker. In lact, dog Barker barked so much that man
Barker said, 'Barker, don't bark so often — you never
hear me bark.' Just then man Barker barked his shin
on the bark of a tree, and barked like anything."
The editor paused. There was a note inclosed, which
ran, " Please send check for inclosed to me at 1001 Barker
Avenue, City." Then did the deus ex-machina write,
with a smile, " I have received your joke, and will send
check — when my bark comes in."
Might Get Discouraged.
« ¥ SEE that a blind man has been nominated for chap-
lain of a senate out West."
" Well, it's probably best that a man who has to pray
for politicians can't see what hopeless cases he is pray-
ing for."
A Good Investment.
The Cuban Ayuntamiento. not finding sufficient money to make verj
necessary water-works improvements, aroused protests in the news-
papers by purchasing a whale for $1,500 for Havana University. — Newt
item.
HERE the food for thought is ample.
As a philosophic sample
Of a very good example
Buy a whale.
When the gall supplants the honey,
When the world no more is sunny,
When you haven't any money,
Buy a whale.
When your wife, all pursuits dropping,
For a spool of thread goes shopping,
Let her surely, prior to stopping,
Buy a whale.
Wall Street lambs will know no slaughter
If they draw the line some tauter,
And instead of buying water
Buy a whale. MC LANDBUEOH WILSON.
So Long Ago.
Little nephew — " Grandma, how old are you?"
Grandma — " I am seventy-five years old."
Little nephew — "Phew! It's so long since you were
born I suppose it seems as if it never happened."
EXPERIENCE THE GREAT TEACHER.
" But, Captain Brace, why do they always call a ship ' she ' ?"
" Lord, miss I you wouldn't ask that ef you'd ever tried ter steer one."
Twiggy Is Disengaged
By William John Barr Moses
tit
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»HY, WHAT'S the matter, Twiggy?"
asked Randolph, noting the gloom
which overhung his young friend's
countenance, a gloom compared with
which that of the most sombre undertaker would have
seemed wild hilarity.
" Matter?" grunted Van Twilliger, junior, from the
profound depths of his dejection. " Matter enough ! I'm
engaged."
" En-ga-a-a-a-ged !" shouted Randolph, with pro-
longed emphasis. " Why, man, that's a matter for con-
gratulation. That isn't a thing to be so down in the
mouth over."
" P'rhaps not, " muttered Twiggy; " 'f a feller was
engaged t' only two 'r three girls 'twouldn't be s' bad."
" You don't mean to say that you're engaged to more
than two or three?" queried Randolph aghast.
" Do, too," asserted Twiggy stoutly.
" How many?"
"T' thirteen."
' ' Great Scott ! Thirteen ? " And then, as the full ef-
fect of the statement made itself felt, he added, wonder-
ingry, after a pause, " Great Jerusalem!"
" 'Nlucky number," murmured Twiggy with 'a wan
smile.
Randolph seated himself confidentially by his friend's
side and put his hand on the other's arm.
" Come, tell a fellow all about it," he said ingratiat-
ingly.
" Aw, 't's all Armstrong's fault," grunted Twiggy.
"How?"
Twiggy sat up a little in order to have more freedom
for the recital of his wrongs.
' 'T was this way. Guv'ner said 'd got t' get mar-
ried, settle down, all that; cutoff my 'lowance 'f didn't.
'D set time limit. Just up now. I told Armstrong.
He said why not write t' 'bout a dozen girls you used t'
know that ain't married or any too well fixed or nothin'.
I said, ' no good, couldn't write, do it yourself.' So 1
gave him the names. He wrote t' 'm. Every deuced
one accepted. Armstrong's got such a way with him."
" But that's only a dozen. Who's the thirteenth?"
" Gracie Goldendorn, little flirt. She'd just refused
me, then wrote she'd changed her mind. I got her let-
ter this mornin' 'long with the rest."
Randolph was grinning wickedly by this time, but as
he caught Twiggy's glance, he grew sober and sym-
pathetic.
" Well," he said thoughtfully, " I suppose you want
to keep one of these engagements for your father's
sake, so to speak. I should think you could break off
the others gradually, one or two at a time, you know,
and no particular harm done."
" See here!" said Twiggy earnestly, " I got t' call on
all them girls 'a afternoon, or write a note to 'em, or
somethin'. T'-morrer th' guv'ner comes down on me.
Got t' introduce my wife-t'-be t' him at Aunt Martha's
'r he cuts my 'lowance off that way."
Twiggy snapped his fingers feebly.
" Who are the young ladies?" asked Randolph sud-
denly.
Twiggy went over the list rapidly. Randolph knew
them all. With the exception of Gracie Goldendorn they
were, he opined, rather back numbers, girls that he and
Twiggy had known in childhood, but whose parents had
not been so successful as Van Twilliger and Randolph,
pater, in the later accumulation of millions. Twiggy
explained that these young ladies had been chosen at
Armstrong's suggestion as more likely to accept his
proposal than those who sat in fortune's luxurious lap.
"Seems to me," said Randolph slowly, "the thing
for you to do, Twiggy, is just this — write to Gracie
Goldendorn, that is, if, as I take for granted, you'd rather
have her than any of the others, to meet you at your
Aunt Martha's to-morrow afternoon for presentation to
your father. Then don't write and don't call, and don't
pay any attention whatever
to the other girls, and if
any of them come to see
you about it pretend that
it's the first you've heard
of the whole business, and
that Armstrong must have
A COOL REQUEST.
Mrs. Subbub — " Well, that is about the coolest yet!"
Mr. Subbub — " What was it ?"
Mrs. Subbub — " Why, the lady next door is going to have com.
pany to tea, and she wants to freeze the ice-cream, so she just sent in
to see if she could borrow our cake ofice for the rest of the afternoon.
done it for a joke.
Threaten to "have
him up for forgery,
you Cnow, and the
girl will think it's
all right."
Twiggy sat up,
electrified.
"I say, Ran-
dtlph, old feller,"
he exclaimed grate-
fully, "you have
got a head on you,
ain't you?"
But a moment
later a shadow fell
upon his face.
"I say, you
know, Randy, I
ain't no good at
writin' nothin'.
Would you mind
writin' that note
t' Gracie for a fel-
ler?"
"Not at all,"
said Randolph
heartily, seizing a
pen. " You give
me full permission
to sign your name,
of course?"
" Sure," said Twiggy, and Randolph began to write.
Shortly after the note was written and sent off
Twiggy took his departure, not neglecting to thank his
friend again for his kindness, and as soon as ha was
gone, Randolph, with a wicked smile on his lips, set to
work to write twelve more notes exactly like the first in
purport, but each addressed to a different young lady.
Twiggy's Aunt Martha was a somewhat peculiar
woman, a talkative person and not in the least secretive.
Unfortunately, both Twiggy and his father were some-
what delayed in keeping their appointment the next
afternoon and the thirteen young ladies arrived before
them. Aunt Martha knew them all, although she had
not been on calling terms with any of them except Gracie
Goldendorn, and was in consequence not a little puzzled
that they had come to see her. Gracie had been first on
the scene, and Aunt Martha, suspecting that she was the
young lady upon whom Twiggy had fixed his choice, asked
her point blank about the matter and had had her im-
pression confirmed. As she met the second young lady
at the door, she whispered to her that Twiggy was at last
engaged and that he expected to introduce the young
lady to her future father-in-law there that very after-
noon. The second young lady blushed and said she
believed so. The other eleven, greeted in the same
manner, all blushed and believed so, also, and were all
amazed to find that other young ladies of their acquaint-
ance had chanced to call on Aunt Martha on that par-
ticular afternoon.
Conversation in
the drawing - room
was somewhat con-
strained and nerv-
ous, but fortunately
Aunt Martha had
been too busy wel-
coming comers at
the dcor to mention
the subject of Twig-
gy's engagement to
the assembly of his
fiancees when Mr.
Van Twilliger, sen-
ior, arrived.
This portly old
gentleman, with his
red, bald head, red
chin, white hair,
and white side-
whiskers, entered
the room smiling
and rubbing his
hands. The thirteen
young ladies rose,
somewhat blushing-
ly, and advanced
with one accord to
meet him.
Mr. Van Twilli-
ger extended both
his hands — it was
all he had — and six of the young ladies seized his left
hand while seven fastened upon his right.
" A very happy, happy occasion," murmured the old
gentleman, delighted beyond measure.' " Childhood
• friends of Archibald's I perceive, come doubtless to con-
gratulate him upon his good fortune."
He gazed about benevolently and smiled into the
cluster of pretty faces.
" But which, if I may ask," he continued blandy, " is
the one?"
The thirteen young ladies blushingly bowed their
heads and in concert murmured,
"I— I am."
" What?" exclaimed Mr. Van Twilliger, starting back
and releasing his hands from the clasp of the fair ones.
" What?" exclaimed the thirteen young ladies again
in concert, also starting back and looking with mingled
anger and surprise at one another.
Just then Twiggy, escorted by his radiant Aunt
Martha, entered the room and stood spellbound near the
threshold.
His father turned toward him wrathfully.
"Archibald, come here."
Twiggy advanced weakly and stood beside his father
and in front of the thirteen young ladies, who with flam-
ing cheeks, tossing chins, and accusing eyes, now stood
in an irregular line.
" Now, sir," resumed the irate parent, " will you tell
me, are you engaged or not?"
DIVIDEND JUST DUE.
" But wouldn't you like to live your life over again ?"
" Not so as you could notice it. I've got a twenty-year insurance policy coming
due next week."
" Yessir, " murmured Twiggy meekly.
" You are engaged?"
" Yessir."
"Then will you please inform me, plainly and dis-
tinctly, to which one of these young ladies it is that you
are betrothed?"
" All 'f 'm," murmured Twiggy resignedly.
" All of them!" shouted the old gentleman, stamping
the floor in his rage, while murmurs of anger and sur-
prise arose from the lips of the young ladies. " Now
what sort of a trick is this?"
" No trick 't all, 't's so."
Purple with strangled profanity Van Twilliger, pater,
turned to the indignant young ladies. Gracie Golden-
dorn happened to be at one end of the line.
" Is it true, Miss Goldendorn," asked Mr. Van Twil-
liger in trembling accents, " that you are willing to
marry this idiotic scapegrace?"
" It is not," said Miss Goldendorn decidedly.
" And you?" continued Mr. Van Twilliger, address-
ing the second young lady.
" No."
" And you?"
"No."
And so he went on down the line, asking the same
question in turn of the whole thirteen, and receiving in
every case the same emphatic negative.
" And now, sir," he said, turning to his son when he
had finished, " in the face of all these young ladies, do
you pretend to tell me that you are engaged?"
" Well," said Twiggy, slowly and rather resentfully,
" I was engaged, anyway, an' now 'f I am — er — er —
disengaged, it ain't my fault."
Supposin'.
SHOULD America get scrappy with the snappy little
Jappy;
Should America get scrappy with the snappy Jappy chap,
We should show the little Banzai an immense extrava-
ganzai —
We should look a heap sight bigger to the dusky little
man's eye.
We should give him, sure's the dickens, one of the com-
pletest lickin's
That the world has ever witnessed since the flock of
prairie chickens
Came to feed old Jacob's offspring as they roamed the
wilderness —
Oh, that slant-eyed litll. upstart would be mingled in a
mess!
Should Unk. Sammy grow indignant, grow malignant
unbenignant;
Should Unk. Sammy grow malignant and should suddenly
renig
From the attitude so kindly he has held, though never
blindly,
Should he drop the friendly attitude he's always held
designedly,
Something stronger than jiu-jitsu would lay hold on
Mutsuhitsu,
Till you'd wonder, scrappy Jappy, what in thunderation
hit you.
Yea; should Uncle Sam get scrappy with the yappy
snappy Jap,
We should give him what our mother used to give us
o'er her lap. STR.CKLAND w. O.LL.LAN.
His Ultimatum
By Tom Masson
AFTER Crumpet had seen his wife off on the train
he returned to his quiet house, closed the door,
and gazed around at the rows of inviting books,
at the table of smoking materials, at the grate fire ready
to light, and his eyes glistened with joy.
" Old man!" he exclaimed to himself, " what a time
you'll have! Wife away at last, and now there will be
time to do all those little things you've wanted to do for
so long — to read, to loaf, to think, and invite one's soul."
At this moment the telephone rang. It was Crumpet's
neighbor, Alstar.
" Hello! Crumpet, this you? Say, I've just learned
your wife has gone away. Why didn't you let us know?
Of course you mustn't stay alone. Come right over and
take dinner with us."
Crumpet's heart sank, but he was equal to the emer-
gency.
" Can't come to-night, old chap, thank you. I've got
an engagement."
" Well, to-morrow night."
" Sorry, but "-
" The next night?"
" Very well — I guess so. I'll let you know."
" We shall surely expect you."
"Thanks."
Crumpet, heaving a sigh of relief that at least he had
that evening to himself, once more sank back in his chair.
But not for long. Telephone once more. This time
it was Carter.
" This you, Crumpet? Why didn't you tell me your
wife was away? Well, never mind. You mustn't be
alone. Shall expect you to take dinner with us every
night. Come right over
morrow? No? Well,
make it Thursday. All
right. Good ! Know
rrv it is myself."
Crumpet waited to
hear no more. He
picked up his hat and
coat, dashed out of the
door, and made his way
to the nearest stenogra-
pher's.
"Here!" he said
" I'll give you a list of
addresses. Take this
letter and send it to
every one at once. I
may lose every friend
I have in the world,"
he muttered, "but I
can't help it."
The letter he dictat-
ed was as follows:
"To Friends and
What! not to-night? To-
UNUSUAL.
' And after they were married did they do anything unusual >"
' Ye« ; they stayed married."
Neighbors — For the first time in years my good wife has
gone away on a visit and left me alone. Contrary to
all expectations, I am enjoying myself. I've looked for-
ward to being alone for weeks. I love to be alone. 1
may be peculiar, I may be a crank; but if you have any
regard for me don't ask me out to dinner. Don't sug-
gest that at this critical time I leave my home, for 1
wouldn't do it unless the house burned down.
" Respectfully, sincerely and firmly,
" A. CRUMPET."
The Football Hero Comes.
HIS nose is strapped and wrapped up in a near-soft
leather pouch ;
Each musty muscle's cricking as he practices his crouch.
(For him the pudgy surgeon is preparing a soft couch.)
Some things like pancake-turners hold his near-small
ears in place;
His head is kept together by a hair-lined, pot-like brace.
(The stocky doctor's at his heels with medicine-filled
case.)
He wears a woolen envelope, or sweater, without fleck;
He stands with hands prepared some one's anatomy to
wreck
(Or gently land with his soft corns on his opponent's
neck).
He's dubbed the Brawny Vizier of the Pigskin and his
Viz.
Has strips of courtly plaster on his almost-hidden phiz —
All these things prove the 'rah-'rah hero's now on deck
for biz"
Appropriately Named.
'TpHE BOY in the paint-store dashed hurriedly up the
* cellar steps and sought the proprietor.
" There's a barrel leaking in the basement!" he cried,
" and the automobile stuff is just pouring out."
" Why do you call it
automobile stuff?"
asked the proprietor.
"Because," gasped
the youngster, "it's
running over everything
in sight."
The Difference.
*HE difference is that
the pessimist finds
fault with everything
else and the optimist
finds fault with the pes-
simist.
Prudential.
S. WINDSOR
is a prudent
woman, isn't she?'"
" Very. She always
lives within her ali-
mony."
A Very Still Day in Pinhook
DERE JUDGE — You ort to ov ben hear last week,
on Friday, an ef you bed, you would surtingly hev
bed to laff fit to kill ovver the feerful still day
we bed hear on last Friday. It beet awl the records
clene out an' evven old Grandaddy Perrick, as come hear
an' settled seventy-nine yeer ago, never seen nothin' like
it ner neer like it. The wind was a-blowin' big guns
at nine o'clock in the forenoon, jest a humpin' it good
an' plenty from the southwest an' then, without no
warnin,' an' awl ov a suddint, quickeren a wink, she
stopped dead still, deadern Julius Seezer.
Mayor Willson was a comin' up the streat, facin'
the wind, a bendin' way ovver forruds to keep from bein'
blowed backards, an' hed jest met up with Jack Hanson
a comin' t'other way, a-bendin' backards es fur es he
could to keep from bein' blowed forruds, an' the wind
stopped so mighty quick that both ov 'em fell flat to the
sidewalk, one backards an' one furruds, an' Hanson he
purty neer busted in the back of his hed.
From then on forruds awl that thare day clene through
till mornin' ov the next day thare wa'n't the leest sign
ov no wind a tall; not a smidgin, ner a whiff. Nobody
newer seen nothin' so stiil no time ner nowhare. Bill
Petei's shot a cat fer chicken-eetin abowt ten o'clock an'
the smoke frum the gun stade right thare in the same
MUST BE MISTAKEN.
' Is it really you ? Murphy told me you were dead."
' Oi was all roight whin Oi saw him lasht."
plase whare the gun went off the hull day long an' wuz
thare at midnight fer, although you couldn't see it then,
sum ov us went out an' smelt it jest to see ef it was still
thare, an' it wuz thare.
I stuck a lath up in the ground at 'levven o'clock in
the fournoon an' then put a little peece ov thistle down
right ovver the top ov it, in the air, six inches above
the top end ov the lath, an' by the long-horned spoon it
newer moved a mite one way ner a nuther ner up
ner down an" wuz rite thare at sevven o'clock in the
evenin'.
Hirum Wilkins set a j'int ov stovepipe strate up on
legs so's he could lay down on his back an' stick his hed
under it an' look up through it an' then he let a little
balloon rase up through the stovepipe an" go off up into
the air an' it kep' a rasin' slowly, but so dern strate up
that a feller could see it an hour arterwurds, er more,
till it got clene up outen ov sight, by layin' on his back
an' lookin' up through the stovepipe.
The rodes wuz so full ov dust fer abowt twelve feet
high that you couldn't see acrost 'em without gittin' up
in a tree, an' the clerk to the hotel he went out on the
porch an' ballanced twelve wheet straws strate up on
end an' let 'em stay thare all the arternoon long, an'
some boys klimed up onto the roof ov the mill an' stuck
a shingle with a not hole into it outen ovver the edge of
the roof and then dropped musterd seed through it an'
down into a teacup sixty feet below an* newer a seed
missed the cup. Thay wa'n't a sign ov wind to blow
the breth away arter it wuz breathed out, an' ef you
didn't move you'd suck it in ag'in an' blow it out ov-
ver an' ovver till you wuz jest abowt smuddered. My
unckle on my father's side, James George, he lives with
me an' he hez a big nufunlan' dog, weighs abowt 167
pound, an' that thare dog wuz too lazy to move an' he
mighty neer dide with smudderin'. He would git abowt
awl gone an' then my unckle would ketch him by the tale
an' draw him a little furder along on the porch whare
the air wuzzent used up an' then leave him lay till he
got gaspin' hard ag'in an" then drag him furder, er drag
him back, an' he kep' that up awl day an' awl night an'
purty neer tired hisself clene out an' purty neer wored
awl the hare offen the bottom ov the dog a-draggin' him.
You surtingly ot tu hev ben hear.
LE STJEUR LYRE.
Ancient Politics.
JOSEPH had just been cast into the pit.
" I can't understand why I am a favorite son," he
reflected. " Father hasn't declined a third term."
Truly politics were deep even in those days.
Quick Work.
Hewitt — " This is an age of hustle."
Jewett — " You bet ! I met a fellow yesterday who had
already made a contract to write a series of magazine
articles, giving the history of the Japanese-American
war."
On the Turf.
SOME friends of mine went to the track—
And so did I.
They said they'd hit the books a whack —
And so did I.
They talked of " ponies " and the " dope "-
And so did I.
They had their bosoms full of hope —
And so did I.
They had the tips on how to bet —
And so did I.
They knew just where to spread their net —
And so did I.
They said they'd show the bookies what —
And so did I.
They fired their cash in fast and hot —
And so did I.
They said they'd make a killing hit —
And so did 1.
They piled it on the favorite —
And so did I.
They smiled to hear the talent talk- -
And so did I.
The fav'rite came horr.e in a walk —
And so did I.
At least, he must have walked, because
everything that ran in the race got to the
wire before he did. w. j. LAMPTON.
' Well,
1 That'
SHE KNEW IT.
my dear, I had my life insured to-day."
5 just like you — always thinking of yourself 1"
«T\ARLING," he asked as he drew his fiancee closer
to him, " am I the only man you ever kissed?"
" Charles," she replied somewhat testily, " I wouM
like to ask you a few questions before we go any further.
You are no doubt aware of the fact that papa is worth
several million dollars, aren't you?"
" Y-yes."
" You understand, no doubt, that when he dies all of
that vast fortune will be left to me?"
A Practical Heiress.
" Y-yes."
LEGAL ADVICE VS. MEDICAL.
First magnate— " My doctor advised me to take a trip .broad for my health, but
I m not going.
Second magnate—" My lawyer gave me the same advice, and I am going."
You know that I have $500,000 in cash in the banks?"
Y-yes."
And own half a million dollars' worth of property?"
Y-yes."
And many shares of stocks and bonds?"
Y-yes."
And that my diamonds are valued at $100,000?"
Y-yes."
"And my horses and automobiles at
$75,000?"
"Y-yes."
" And my yachts at $50,000?"
"Y-yes."
" And my dogs at $25,000?"
"Y-yes."
"Then, for goodness sake! why don't
you talk sense? What difference would it
make to you if I had kissed a thousand men
before I met you?"
He hemmed and hawed and stammered
and blushed, and tried to think of a suitable
reply, but finally had to give it up; and when
the great heiress began to talk of something
else he heaved a deep sigh of relief, and
swore to himself that he would be more care-
ful in the future.
Would Cost More.
Mistress — " More than anything else, I
want a servant who has some refinement."
Applicant — " Yis, mum; but Oi'll be
afther chargin' yez more if Oi hov to in-
shtruct yez in th' ways av sassiety."
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Insurance Official
Defaulting Cashier
U. S. Senator
Police Inspector
Patent Medicine Manufacturer
Spring Poet
Divorce Lawyer
Timber Lands Thief
Second-hand English.
Swede (to Englishman, at Colorado Springs, noting
that the Englishman's accent was unlike that of the
other inhabitants) — " How long you bane in dese
country?"
Englishman — " Nine months."
Swede — " You bane spake de language putty goot al-
ready. Ven you bane in dese country two years you vill
spake as veil as de people here."
Englishman (annihilatingly) — "Man alive! I am
from the country where this language is manufactured.
What you are learning to speak is second-hand English."
Fond mother (after Tommy's return from first day at
school) — " Now, Tommy, tell mother what pleased you
most at school to-day."
" De teacher broke her glasses, an' we didn't have
enny lessons," joyfully responded Tommy.
Anything Better Than Home.
<i ¥ AM sick to death of everything," said the society
• — "•"" " Let's spend this evening where we've
woman,
never spent one before."
" Agreed !" said her husband,
or church?"
" Church," she replied, sighing.
Shall we try home
If He Could Do It Again.
. THUDLEIGH preached his wife's first hus-
band's funeral sermon, didn't he?"
" Yes. And I'll bet if he could do it again he'd em-
phasize the opinion he expressed about the poor man hav-
ing gone to a more delightful place than this world is."
The Quicker Way.
ALL things come to him who waits.
Perhaps that's true. Well, let 'em.
With me, the only things I got
I had to go and get 'em.
Loraine — " Is it true that you are engaged to Fred?"
Clarice — " No; I have not given him a definite answec
yet. I want to wait and see how he looks after the foot-
ball season is over."
THAT GOTHAM BLUFF.
" Haven't seen you for a long time. Where are you living now >"
" I've got a house across the river, on the bluff, but 1 don't like it.
It's too lonesome over there."
" Well, better move over here to New York — you'll have lots of
company. 'Bout three-quarters of the people here live on a bluff."
ALARMING SYMPTOMS.
W ITTLE Johnny was very
~ much interested in the ac-
count of the operation by which
Eve was made, and, childlike,
required the story told over and
over again.
One day, after a strenuous
game of tag, he sat down on the
doorstep, panting for breath.
Soon a serious expression came
over his face, and clapping his
hand to his side, he ran to his
mother as fast as his exhausted
condition permitted.
"Mamma, mamma!" he
gasped; "I've such a pain in
my side! I'm 'fraid I'm going
to have a wife !"
A. A. Skeels, Cleveland, O.
AN APT RETORT.
Traveler — " Say, boy, your
corn looks kind of yellow. "
Roy — " Yes, sir. That's the kind we planted."
Traveler -" Looks as though you will only have a
half crop."
Boy — " Don't expect any more. The landlord gets
the other half."
Traveler (after a minute's thought) — " Say, there is
not much difference between you and a fool."
Boy •— " No, sir. Only the fence."
A. G. B. McKay, Silver Grove, Saskatchewan, Can.
NO PLACE FOR THAT.
A FLOORWALKER in a department store saw a man
walking to him, who said, " My wife bought these
underclothes here yesterday. Where can I change
them?"
The floorwalker just said, " You will have to go home
to do that, sir."
John Farmer, East Stanbridge, Quebec, Can.
First young inun
Second young man-
tt
WHAT THEY VOTED FOR.
TtATHAH yuh been?" inquired 'Rastus Peebles of
Uncle Zeb Johnsing, as the latter came canter-
ing down the main street on his favorite charger.
ACCENTUATING A CONTRAST.
That girl is too tall to wear a short dress."
-" It would be all right if her companion dressed the same way."
" Up to Slabtown, to de "lection," was the answer
shouted back.
" De 'lection? W'at dey votin' fer now?" asked
'Rastus.
" Dey was payin' high as two dollahs dis mawnin',"
called out Uncle Zeb; " but when Ah left dey was payin'
only a dollah an' six bits."
George S. Bennett, Berkeley, Cal.
HE FOUND SOMETHING.
A PRETTY school teacher, noticing one of her little
charges idle, said sharply,
"John, the devil always finds something for idle
hands to do. Come up here and let me give you some
work."
M. B. Black, Avon, Pa.
GOOD ONES.
tt 'IpHERE are five reasons why I can't get married."
*• " What are they?"
" A wife and four children."
F. L. Kristeller, San Antonio, Tex.
Not So Resourceful as Most Girls.
Evelyn — " Some of our proverbs are so ridiculous.
For instance, ' Where ignorance is bliss ' '
Ethel— "What's the matter now?"
Evelyn — " Why, you know, Fred gave me my engage-
ment-ring last week, and I simply can't find out how
much it cost him."
The Noose.
Teacher (expectantly) — "Now, children, how many
of you can tell me what a lasso is?"
Willie (hurriedly raising his hand) — " Please, ma'am,
it's a long rope with a running nose at the end."
A ROUND ROBIN.
HE HAD his wine and women friends —
But there this man's life-story ends.
It Was Hot Corn
By Ed Mott
A FAT colored lady, with a tin wash-boiler standing
in front of her on the sidewalk at a Sixth Avenue
corner, had been howling to the heat-embarrassed night
and the public generally that she was there in the inter-
est of hot corn and a market. A tall man, wearing a
white high hat with a black band on it, stopped in his
sauntering up the avenue and remarked to the fat colored
lady,
" Have you corn?"
" I shore has, suh," replied the dealer in superheated
maize.
" Is it hot?" inquired the tall man in the breezy hat
with the sorrowful band.
" Hot as b'ilin' soapsuds, suh!" said the custodian of
the wash-boiler and its contents.
" Do you happen to know," said the apparent cus-
tomer, " whether it is the early sweet of old Virginny?"
" Hones' to de Lawd, boss, I cain't give man wuhd
fo'dat, suh," replied the hot-corn matron ; " but itb'iles
de ch'ices' kyine, an' gits pow'ful hot, suh."
"Ah, yes," said the tall man. "But common,
or'dnary North Car-liny corn will do that. Have you
evidence that the epicurean raccoon has tested the qual-
ity and condition of the corn in the field where this was
grown? Your raccoon knows what corn is best for man
to eat. Has the 'coon been working in the field o' nights
whence these ears you offer were plucked?"
" Yo' shore done gone a heap deepuh, boss, dan I kin
go in de dishin' up ob dis hyuh co'n, suh," said the fat
FROM THE CHICKEN'S STANDPOINT.
" Say, Duckie, I do pity the coming generation."
" Why, Chick ?"
" Because that incubator can't scratch for worms
like mother used to do."
colored lady. " But I knows dis hyuh co'n am pow'ful
hot."
" Yes; I quite agree with you," said the critical per-
son in the conspicuous hat, taking off the tile, wiping his
forehead with his coat sleeve, and stepping closer to the
boiler. " But I have a way of knowing whether it would
be likely that the epicurean raccoon has approved of the
field in which this corn was grown. I will let you in on
the secret if you just pass me over a couple of those ears
for testing. I think two ears will be enough."
" Dem eahs, dey's a nickel apiece, suh," explained
the colored lady. " Two eahs fo' a dime, suh."
" Yes, I know," said the tall man. " But, don't you
see, if I find that the corn is the sweet, juicy, milky
corn of old Virginny, which is the only kind the fastidi-
ous 'coon approves of, I will at once be warranted in
bringing my friends around to enjoy it, and you will be
compelled to have four boilers full here after this to sup-
ply the demand. Unless I know this by actual test, of
course "-
" Yo' shore is monst'us kyine, suh," said the fat hot-
corn saleslady, putting the cover back on the boiler;
" but I reckon I doan' 'low no thievin', ring-tail 'coon
ter tell me how ter b'ile co'n ! Huh ! I reckon I doan',
suh! Hot co'-o-o-n ! Hot co'-o-o-n!"
And the man in the white hat sauntered pensively
on his way.
Cutting Down the Thefts.
*< f\LD Abrams took his son into der bus'ness as a
^•^ partner so der poy couldn't steal so much ohf
der old man's money."
" Vy can't he steal so much?"
" Now, vhen he steals a tollar, he steals half ohf it
from himself."
HE TOOK IT AT ITS WORD.
Uncle Philander (after a two-hour wait) — "I
wonder when ihu blamed thing '» a-goin' to start ?"
WO ONE is going to get into heaven on his pastor's
recommendation.
Love and a Coronet.
News note.— The Due de Blanc is the guest of an American million-
aire and his daughter. How long he will remain here depends. There
seems to be some hitch in the transfer of title.
LOVE, Love, dear Love,
That cries to him to take
The new love to his heart
And all the old forsake;
Love, Love, dear Love,
Demanding that he let
This yearning, hopeful heart
Put on his coronet;
Love, Love, dear Love,
That brings two souls to bless
Each other through a life
Of sweet unselfishness;
Love, Love, dear Love,
That makes two hearts to beat
The measures of two minds
In unison complete;
Love, Love, dear Love,
Which heeds not any price
That it may have to pay
For noble sacrifice.
Gee whiz !
What a wonder Love is,
Ain't it?
Painters can't paint it.
And the pouts who think
They can write up its beauty
Find their pens on the blink.
It's the greatest thing in the world,
Gadzukes !
No less to the clodhoppers
Than it is to the dukes.
Wow!
Wreathe lilies round its brow,
And at its feet
Let the roses meet.
Truth of truths and flower of flowers,
Love's the power of all the powers.
Oh, say, nothing in the wide world could,
By any chance, be just as good.
Gold is dross to dukes, and they
Dodge it when it comes their way.
Similarly coronets
Are what womankind forgets.
Gold is dross, position nought;
\ Love is only to be sought —
For if Love is not, ah, then,
Men are brutes instead of men.
Love, dear Love,
On history's page
No age compares with marri-age.
My scat! What's that?
W. J. LAMPTON.
Proper Coats.
ll*OR an undertaker — Box coat.
For a judge — Fine coat.
For a housemaid — Duster.
For an old maid — Mail coat.
For a housekeeper — Newmarket.
For a sight-seer — Rubber coat.
For a college girl — Pony coat.
For a glutton — Eton coat.
A Saving Grace.
Florence—" I can't understand why Ethel
married Mr. Gunson. He is old enough to be
her father."
Lawrence—" Yes; but he is rich enough
to be her husband."
A Bright Suggestion.
THE LAMENTABLE lack of uniformity in the use of
words descriptive of numbers, in the yellow press,
justifies a little attention, perhaps. At a street fight, a
hotel fire, or a political meeting, there is seldom time to
ascertain the exact number of persons present, to be
sure, but the following scale might be used in approxi-
mation :
Over 3, but less than 10 a crowd.
Over 10, but less than 20. .. .scores.
Over 20, but less than 50. . . .a myriad.
Over 50, but less than 100. . . .thousands.
Over 100 a vast concourse.
This list would undergo a radical change, however, in
case the newspaper was reporting a political meeting of
its opponents. It might then be abridged :
100 or more empty house.
300 or more a few stragglers.
500 or more a lonely gathering.
1,000 or more a small audience.
3,000 or more only the front seats filled.
FREEMAN TILDEN.
Not His Kind.
Mr. Nodd — " I don't think much of that toy-bank
you got the children."
Mrs. Nodd—" What's the matter with it ?"
Mr. Nodd — " Why, I worked over it all the evening
and couldn't open it."
AND THE PUP STOPPED PANTING.
' Nannette, I am ready to take Rover out, and you haven't pressed his pants !"
With Cupid as Chauffeur.
HE ROAD lies white beneath
the light
Of a rising honeymoon,
And the rushing sound as the
wheels spin 'round
Swings into an old love-tune.
And every rut on the road of life
Is seen through a rosy blur;
But there's never a fear that
the way's not clear
With Cupid as chauffeur.
And
if the
little they care
neighbors stare
As they speed through the
land of dreams,
While the old love-light as a
signal bright
Ahead on the highway
gleams.
And there's never a hill of care
so steep
But succumbs to the gentle stir
That is bound to start in a lover's heart
With Cupid as chauffeur.
So speed they may on their primrose way
To Arcadian lands afar.
May they travel fast till they step at last
In their wedding touring-car.
And grant them this, oh, lad who feels
A love that is strong for her,
May the ride extend to the journey's end,
With Cupid as chauffeur.
REYNALE SMITH PICKERING.
WELL, anyway, there is always room at the bottom.
PRETTY SOLEMN.
" Thanksgiving Day, as it is now observed, is not the solemn occasion
" It isn't, eh ) I wish you had dined with us yesterday. We had
country cousin to dinner."
At the Minstrel Show.
Mr. Bones — " Muh-muh-muh-mistah Interlocutor.
Interlocutor — " You have the floor, Mr. Bones."
Mr. Bones — " I's dun guh-guh-guh-guh-got a new one
for you tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-to-night, suh. It's about a muh-
muh-muh-man who st-st-st-st-st-stuttahs. "
Interlocutor — " You ought to tell a story of that kind
to perfection, Mr. Bones, seeing you stutter so badly
yourself."
Mr. Bones (indignantly) — " I duh-duh-duh-don't stut-
tah, suh!"
Interlocutor—" You don't?"
Mr. Bones — " N-n-n-n-no, suh. I only st-st-st-st-
stammah."
Interlocutor — " Oh, you only stammer, eh? Will you
kindly tell us the difference between stuttering and stam-
mering?"
Mr. Bones — " Why, when you st-st-st-st-st-st-st-stut-
tah you tuh-tuh-tuh-talk like this; but when you st-st-
st-st-st-st-st-stammah you only tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-talk
like that."
Interlocutor — " Oh, that's it, eh? Well, you may go
on with your story about the man who stutters; but be
careful you don't get into the habit yourself."
Mr. Bones—" Well, suh, h-h-he went into a ruh-ruh-
ruh-ruh-restaurant and looked over the buh-buh-buh-buh-
bill-of-fare and saw st-st-st-st-st-st-st-strawberry short-
cake on it."
Interlocutor — " Yes, Mr. Bones. A man who stut-
tered went into a restaurant and looked over the bill-of-
fare and saw strawberry shortcake on it. Well, did he
get some?"
Mr. Bones — " N-n-n-n-
no, suh. Buh-buh-buh-
buh-by the time the puh-
puh-puh-puh-poor fellow
guh-guh-guh-g u h - g a v e
his ordah st-st-st-st-st-st-
st-st-strawberries were
out of suh-suh-suh-sea-
son."
Interlocutor — ' ' Very
good, Mr. Bones — very
good, sir. And now, Mr.
Leader, if you'll give us
some more of your good
music Mr. Johnson will
sing us that pathetic lit-
tle ballad entitled, ' What
is home without a ra-
zor?' ' A. B. LEWIS.
A Deep Cutter.
Rollins — "I went out
in a revenue-cutter last
night."
Collins — " I thought
you went sleigh-riding?"
Rollins— "Well, it
made quite a cut in my
revenue."
it used to be."
the minister, two maiden aunts, and a
Too Partisan To Holler.
COLONEL W. P. THORNE, former Lieutenant-Gov-
ernor of Kentucky, is one of the best campaigners
and story-tellers to be found in Kentucky. One of the
best stories he told runs as follows :
" It was just after W. O. Bradley was elected Gov-
ernor of Kentucky, in 1905, and the Republicans in my
county were holding a big ratification meeting. Brass
bands, all kinds of floats and banners, and hundreds of^
men and women and boys had been parading the streets.
A young girl claimed that, while standing on her front
porch, which was almost covered by vines and foliage of
different kinds, she was repeatedly hugged and kissed by
a young man whom she hardly knew. A warrant was
sworn out for her _^___
assailant. He was
arrested, and it was
my duty as common-
wealth's attorney to
prosecute him. John
Carroll, who is at
present a judge of
the Kentucky Court
of Appeals, had
been employed to
defend him. I soon
finished my examina-
tion of the witness,
and turned her over
to Carroll for cross-
examination.
'"What night
was this?' thundered
Carroll.
"'Thursday
night,' answered the
witness.
"'Thursday
night, you say?
What time of
night?'
" ' About eight
o'clock.'
" ' That was about
the time the pa-
rade was passing our
house. '
" ' Yes, sir; the
parade was just pass-
ing my house.'
" ' Streets full of
people?'
"'Yes, sir; the
streets were full of
people. '
" ' Did you ever
cry out or scream?'
'"No, sir; I did
not.'
1 ' Will you please
tell this jury, ' asked
Carroll with rising voice, ' with the streets thronged
with people and this man hugging and kissing you
against your will, as you claim, why you never uttered a
single cry for help or assistance?'
" ' Yes, sir. I will tell the jury, and everybody else,
that you'll never ketch me hollerin' at no Republican
getherin'!' '
A Way They Have.
THE pretzels I consume induce such woes,
The crullers havoc play.
They have no bad intentions, I suppose,
But they're just bent that way.
THE man who does all for gain does nothing for good.
A HARD JOB.
She — " I wish you would work and earn the money for the flowers you send me."
He — "K you knew how hard it is to work the governor you would think I earned "em."
More Nature Fakes.
U f\H, SIRE ! I heard a rooster crow-
V7 'Twas ' Cock-a-doodle do. ' '
" I'm very sure that was a lie —
The story can't be true."
" Oh, sire! I heard a pussy-eat —
The creature said ' Meow.' '
" You do not know the heart of things —
I know that isn't how."
" Oh, sire! I heard a brindle cow —
The critter hollered ' Moo.' '
" That cannot be — impossible !
You are a liar, too."
" Oh, sire! I heard a yellow dog
Remarking ' Bow-wow-wow.' '
" I've slain my thousands, and you lie—
I tell you so right now."
MC LANDBURGH WILSON.
A Busy Family.
U OAY, BUB," said the book-agent, as he drew up at
*1^ the gate of a house in a country town on which
was swinging a barefooted boy, " is your pa around?"
" Nope. Pa's out breakin' in a colt," was the reply.
" Could I see your ma?"
" Nope. Ma's jest took a walk to break in a new
pair of shoes."
" Is your big sister at home?"
" Nope. Pete Lawson fell over town an' busted his
leg, an' she's gone over to break the news to his ma."
" Maybe I could see an-
other one of your sisters?"
LOW LIFE HIGH UP.
Weary Warble) — " I just asked the lady up in the house
for a hand-out, and she gave me a worm that wasn't fit to eat."
" Nope. The other's gone to town to break a ten-
dollar bill."
" Well, I guess I'll have to talk to your big brother,
then. Will you call him, please?"
" Can't. He's breakin' stone up at the county jail."
" Your folks seem to be pretty well occupied," smiled
the book agent. " Maybe I could interest you in a big
book bargain?"
"Not me, mister," replied the boy. "That feller
comin' over the hill called me squint-eyed yesterday, an'
I'll soon be so busy breakin' his head that I won't have
no time to talk to you."
MAN is in his cups to-day and in the jug to-morrow.
LITTLE MOTHERS.
Elsie — " What's your dolly's name?"
Marjor/e — " Ethel WatU Thompson."
Elsie^ — " Is the middle name on the father's
or mother's side >"
NOT HER LAY.
" I wonder if this book will tell me how to hatch out this wonderful egg ?"
The Limit
By W, J. Lampton
THE GIRL was fixed in her determination and her
eyes were hard and cold. The man stood before
her, broken like a reed in the wind. He may have
been broken in other respects, for he had been with her
to the races that afternoon, but it has no bearing on this
chronicle.
" So, Miss Tyndall," he was saying, " you persist in
breaking our engagement?"
" I do," she nodded with adamantine firmness.
" And you will not marry me?"
"Never."
" No matter what I do?"
" What matters it to me?"
" Not if I plunge into the flowing bowl?"
"No."
" Not if I gamble away my patrimony?"
"No."
" Not if I waste my substance in riotous living?"
"No."
" Not if I— if I "—he hesitated—" not if I take my
own life?"
" No, no," she insisted.
He saw how futile were all his pleadings. His eyes
stiffened and his face grew hard. Her cruelty was re-
acting upon him.
" Very well," he said, turning away; " it is now up
to me to marry Kitty Gray."
" What!" she exclaimed, taking a step forward.
" I said it was up to me to marry Kitty Gray."
" You wouldn't marry that girl, would you?"
" Why not? She's as good as anybody, isn't she?'
" No, she isn't."
" I guess yes, she is."
" But I know better. Why, she is "
"I beg your pardon, Miss Tyndall," he interrupted
almost fiercely; " but I cannot permit any one to traduce
Miss Gray in my presence."
" I'm not traducing her. I'm only telling the truth.
She is red-headed and "
" I like red hair," he broke in tenderly.
" Well, you won't like it on Kitty Gray. She has a
temper that "-
" I beg your pardon."
" You needn't to. I'm going to say what I want to
about that girl."
" And I won't listen to it."
" Ah! is Mr. Barton so much in love with Miss Gray?"
" That is my affair."
" How many other affairs have you, pray?"
" That is my affair, also."
" And you ask me to marry you?" she almost sobbed.
" Yes, I do; and have and will," he almost howled in
joyous hope.
" Have you asked Kitty Gray, too?"
" Not yet."
"Then yousha'n'tif I
can help it. I will make
any sacrifice to thwart
that girl."
"Dear Charlotte!"
"Oh, Harry!"
(Seven minutes later.)
" Do you really care
for Kitty Gray, Harry?"
"Of course not; she
ran away yesterday and
married Tom Perkins."
"Tom Perkins? My
old sweetheart! Poor
Tom!"
Not Intentional.
Horace — ' ' Reggy went
on a bear-hunt and met
with an accident."
Howard — " Goodness !
What was it?"
Horac e — ' ' He shot
one."
HE MIGHT CATCH IT.
Young turkey — " What is Thanksgiving, pa ?"
Old turkey — " It's a kind of epidemic, my son.'
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II
Jonesy 's Narrow Escape
A Convivial Tale of Mixed Christmas Presents
iviott
JIBSON was such a convivial chap that all seasons
were jolly ones to him — at least, he was jolly in
all seasons; so when he came around to the club
the day after a memorable Christmas, and with a
seriousness that was an unprecedented result of his
social contact with men and things declared that the
Christmas time had " poo' near shoved him off the dock,"
the fellows were taken by surprise.
" Why, Jib !" they said. " What in the world "—r-
" Christmas presents!" replied Jibson, dropping into
a chair and closing one eye as if to get a better focus on
things. "Say! Ask Jonesy! Ask 'Tilda! Ask ma!
Ask the new preacher! Say! 'Fadd'n' been for the
new preacher, I'd swep' the cobwebs off the wall with
Jonesy and mopped the floor with him ! Me and Jonesy
had a scrap! Yess'r! Come poo' near wiping him off
the face the earth, b'gee!"
That anything should have come between two old and
almost inseparable boon companions like Jibson and
Jonesy was incredible, and the expressions of surprise
and regret were unanimous in the club.
" But tell us how about it, Jib," they said.
"Ch'life!" said Jibson. "Jonesy had a nar' 'scape,
dosh'sh' forget it! Came poo' near wiping him off the
face the earth! But it's all right now. Ch'life it is,
and there's big load off of my mind. I'm all right, and
Jonesy's all right, and 'Tilda's all right, and ma's all
right, and the new preacher's all right. But 'fadd'n'
been for the new preach — say, fell's, they can't foo'th
me, jussessame ! They want to
look out for the locomo've when
the bell rings if they foo'th me,
or there'll be a soun'v revelry b'
night that'll be worse'n — worse'n
— worse'n a rolling earthquake,
b'gee ! Say ! Jonesy had a nar'
'scape, I want to tell you ! So'd
the floor. So'd the cobwebs on
the wall. 'Fadd'n' been for the
new preacher, I'd mixed Jonesy
up with 'em so's they'd had to
be inner- inn er-innerduced to
their friends to know which 's
which and who's who, dosh'sh'
forget it!"
The fellows at the club insist-
ed on knowing what it had all
been about and how it had come.
"Cer'Iy," said Jibson.
"Christmas presents, that's
how. Ma lives in Jersey. 'Til-
da's ma. Uzzstamme? Tilda's
ma. When 'Tilda's ma ain't
four house with me and 'Tilda,
AN INFERENCE.
Sparrow — " I wonder if Santa Claus will thinlc
we hung those up ?"
'Tilda's ma lives in Jersey. 'Tilda's ma's to our house
poo' near all the time, bussallright. Sh' lives in Jersey.
Ma's all right. Sh's all right. So's new preacher. So's
'Til — say, 'fadd'n' been for the new preach — bussall-
right. Nar' 'scape, jussessame! 'Tilda says to me,
' Dosh'sh' want to go spend Christmas with ma, Jibby,
dear?' Ch'life I did, for I was poo' near sure ma was
going to spend Christmas with me and 'Tilda. ' Cer'Iy!'
I says; and 'Tilda said all right, we'd go spend Christ-
mas with ma. ' But, say!' I says, ' ma mussav' a Christ-
mas present. Got to get ma a Christmas present,' I
says; and 'Tilda said, ' Oh, cer'ly, ma mussav' a Christ-
mas present.' ' W'ash'll it be?' I says. 'Oh!' 'Tilda
says, ' red silk ni-ni-nightcap! Ma mussav' a red silk
nightcap! Just w'ash sh' wants. Red silk ni-ni-night-
cap'll be too sweet for anything!' 'Tilda says. And
I said all right, ma sh'IPav' it, b'gee!
"Then poo' soon 'Tilda says, 'Oh, my! The new
preacher mussav' a Christmas present, too!' And I
said why, cer'ly; got to make the new preacher a
Christmas present, of course. ' W'ash'll it be?' I says.
' Slippers,' 'Tilda says. ' Preachers always get slippers
for Christmas,' 'Tilda says. ' So they do,' I says.
-iGee!' I says; 'if preachers didn't get slippers for
Christmas, they'd ^hink the church militant had run on
a snag!' I says. 'Jibby!' 'Tilda says. 'Mercy me!
Dosh'sh' let ma hear you talk that way! Ma'll be
shocked!' ' Nev' mind ma!' I says. 'Ma's all right!
Coin' to spend Christmas with ma! Slippers! Slippers
all right! New preacher's all
right! W'assizz size?' I says.
' Eights and a half,' 'Tilda says.
' Preachers always wear eights
and a half,' 'Tilda says.
"Ch'life! Bought ma a red
silk nightcap and new preacher a
pair of slippers — nice green slip-
pers, eights and a half, and a
yellow dog on the instep, with
blue ears and a pink tail. Beau'-
ful, b'gee ! Beau'ful ! ' Jonesy !'
I says. ' Got to get a present for
Jonesy! W'ash'll it be?' I says.
'Jonesy' — say, fell's! Jonesy
had nar' 'scape, dosh'sh' forget
it! 'Fadd'n' been for the new
preacher 'd swep' the cobwebs —
say, fell's! Nar' 'scape, b'gee!"
Young Jibson paused as if
pondering over the prevented ca-
tastrophe, and the fellows at the
club jogged his memory.
" Did you get Jonesy a pres-
ent, Jib?" they asked.
NOTHING DOING.
" What did your wife give you for Christinas ?"
" Nothing. She said she didn't have enough trading stamps."
"Ch'life!" said he, coming back to the situation.
" ' W'ash'll it be?' I says. ' Boll'l the old st-st-stuff!'
I says. ' Nothing'll please Jonesy like a boll'l the old
stuff!' I says. ' Bessizz ain't any too good for Jonesy!'
I says. 'Ch'life!'
" Went round to Duffy's and got a boll'l the old st-st-
stuff, bessizz, and Duffy semmup. Christmas Eve, and
Duffy semmup. I semmup. Christmas Eve, and I
semmup. Christmas Eve, and everybody semmup.
Ch'life! Said, ' Merr' Christmas!' more'n a hundred
times, an' poo' soon I says, ' Gee! Poo" near forgot my
Christmas presents ! Got to send my Christmas presents !
Got to go home, too, or'll be late for dinner, and Tilda'll
be dish'pointed!' I says.
" ' Go gish'sh' dinner,' Duffy says. ' Dosh'sh' dish'-
poin' sh'wife!' Duffy says. 'I'll send your Christmas
presents,' he says. ' Gwan ! Skiddoo!' he says.
' ' Bully for you, old man !' I says ; and I gave Duffy
ma's address, and the new preacher's address, and
Jonesy's address. ' Dosh'sh' forget 'em, old man !' T says.
" ' Gwan !' Duffy says. ' W'ash'sh' take me for? Go
gish'sh' dinner! Dosh'sh' dish'poin' sh'wife! Merr'
Christmas! Good-by! Skiddoo!' Duffy says.
"' Right!' I says. 'Merr' Christmas! Good-by!'
and I didn't dish'poin' 'Tilda. Say, fell's!" said young
Jibson, after a pondering pause; "yes'day's Christmas,
wasn't it?"
They told him yes, yesterday was Christmas.
"All right!" said Jibson. " Yes'day morning me
and 'Tilda went to ma's. Ma lives in Jersey.
'Tilda's ma. Uzztamme? 'Tilda's ma. Rang
ma's bell, and 'Tilda says, ' Won't dear ma be
pleased?' ' Ch'life !' I says. Ma came to the door.
' Merr' Christmas, ma!' I says; and ' Merr' Christ-
mas, ma!' 'Tilda says. But, say! Ma's head was
up in the air like the Stash' o' Liberty, b'gee !
Poo' soon ma looked down at me, and I looked out
in the cold world for an ice wagon to climb on and
get warm !
" ' 'Tilda,' ma says, 'does ziss husband of yours
take this house for a dime mu-mu- museyum?
Does he take me for Big-foot Liz, the freak lady
from Ohio, with feet a yard and a half long?
'Tilda, 'says ma, 'j'come to Jersey to see your
poor old ma insulted?' says ma.
" 'Tilda looked at me, and I looked at 'Tilda,
and 'Tilda says,
"'Jibson!' 'Tilda says, raspy, jess like that.
'Jibson, wassziss mean?'
"'Give it up!' I says. 'But ma don't seem
pleased!' I says.
"Ma says, 'Eights and a half! And green!
And yellow and blue and pink dog on 'em ! ' Stoo-
much!' ma says, and banged a big pair of slippers
together, most in my eyes.
"'Gee!' I says. 'The new preacher's Christ-
mas present!' I says. ' New preacher's Christmas
present got stuck in ma's parcel !' I says. ' Where's
ma's red silk ni-ni-nightcap?' I says.
"Ma burs'sin tears, and 'Tilda burs'sin tears,
and ma says, 'Oh, Jibby, dear, forgive me!
Merr' Christmas!'
" ' 'Sallright,' I says; 'but where's ma's red silk
nightcap? 'Tilda!' I says, 'gee! the new preacher's
got ma's red silk ni-ni-nightcap ! Here's a sish'wation !'
I says. ' Made the new preacher a Christmas present of
a red silk nightcap! Now, 'Tilda,' I says, ' now's the
time for me to go and jump off the dock!'
"But ma says, ' 'Sallright, Jibby, dear! Go back
to-morr' and change the green slippers for the red silk
ni-ni-nightcap, and 'polzhize to the new preacher. Uz-
ztamme?' ma says.
',' ' Ch'life!' I says; and we had Merr' Christmas all
over again. Came over to-day to change the green slip-
pers for ma's red silk nightcap. Met Jonesy, and he
says to me, 'Say, young feller! You can't be funny
with me. See?'
" ' Young feller!' I says. ' Gee! Call me young fel-
ler! W'as'ma'r of you?' I says; and I came poo' near
most jumping on Jonesy. ' Explain yourself,' I says,
' or patience'll cease to be a virtue, b'gee! and blood'll
flow!' I says.
" ' Let it flow !' says Jonesy. ' 'Twon't be my blood !
Say!' he says. ' I don't take any more nightcaps 'n you
do!' he says.
"'W'ash'sh' mean?' I says. 'W'ash'sh' mean by
nightcaps?' I says; and, say! I poo' near most took
Jonesy by the neck. ' Don't tamper with me any more,
Mr. Jones!' I says ' Explain yourself, for Rome's get-
ting ready to howl, b'gee!' I says.
NON-SUITED.
Johnny — " Hello, Jimmy I What's the matter with you ?"
Jimmy — " Didn't you hear about it ? Our house burned down
last night and all I've got to wear is my sister's suit."
" ' Don't care for Rome!' Jonesy says. ' Don't care
for howl! Can lick you in two minutes!' he says.
" ' Wash'sh' mean by nightcaps?' I says. I wasn't
going to let Jonesy bluff me, dosh'sh' forget it!
"'Nightcaps! 'Swat I mean !' says Jonesy. 'You
sent me a red silk nightcap for Christmas! Red silk
ni-ni-nightcap ! Say! J'take me for an old granny?'
Jonesy says.
"'Oh!' I says. ' I can't stand any more! Can't any
man call ma an old granny, b'gee! unless he wants to
be wiped off the face the earth! Red silk nightcap's
ma's! Can't any man call ma an old granny!' I says.
" Say! I poo' near most had Jonesy by the neck to
sweep the cobwebs off the wall and wipe up the floor
with him, when I happened to think, and Jonesy 's life
was saved. Nar' 'scape, b'gee! 'Fadd'n'been for new
preacher — ' My good gracious !' I says. ' The new
preacher ain' got ma's red silk ni-ni-nightcap! New
preacher's got Jonesy's boll'l the old st-st-stuff!
Jonesy!' I says, 'come! Come 'long'z me and see me
jump off the dock !' I says.
" Say! Was rushing to find a dock, and poo' soon a
man tapped me on the shoulder. Looked up. New
preacher, b'gee!
"'Oh!' I says. 'New preacher, and he's going to
kill me! Poor 'Tilda and ma!' I says.
" ' Mis'r Jibson,' the new preacher says, ' glad to see
you! Say! The boll'l was great! Bessizz, and I know
it!' he says. ' Thanks vemmuch!' he says. ' But, say!'
he says, 'how j'know I liked a li'l for my stom-stom-
stomach's sake ! Mis'r Jibson, thanks vemmuch ! Happy
New Year!' he says; and before I could say, ' Samechoo
and many of 'em !' he was gone.
" Say! If I hadn't been poo' near Duffy's I'd fainted
dead away ! Just came from Duffy's now, getting load
off my mind. And say ! 'Fadd'n' been for the new
preacher — bussallright! Going back to ma's now to
'grash'late ma and 'Tilda on the new preacher, b'gee!
But didn't Jonesy have a nar' 'scape? Ch'life !"
Reconstruction.
IN THE Southland lived a maiden
Fair to see.
Soul with love of living laden,
Heart with love of loving laden;
None deceiving,
All believing,
She was what a maid should be.
Came there to her swains a-sighing —
Many swains;
Some with love and true hearts dying,
Some with gold who would be buying;
Love and money,
Bees and honey,
She had thoughts of precious gains.
One among them was a Yankee —
Think of that!
Owner of a mill and bank, he
Had some looks as well, though lanky;
And he thought her
Heaven's own daughter,
Which is worth the looking at.
And it came to pass thereafter
All the rest
Teased her mightily and chaffed her;
Said he was a Northern grafter,
And they froze him.
But she chose him,
For she loved that Yankee best.
WILLIAM J. LAMPTON.
Something Wrong.
E little girl had gotten up very
early in the morning for the first
time.
"Oh, mamma!" she ex-
claimed, returning from the
window, " the sun 's comin'
out all right, but God 's for-
gotten to turn off the
moon."
Jest and Earnest.
IkJfANY a true word is
*** spoken in jest,
the majority of
lies are utter-
ed in dead
earnest.
In 1920.
Hub by —
" This pie, my
love, is just the
kind that moth-
er used to buy
at her b a k -
ery.
CONDITIONAL.
" I can only give you a ticket, Mr. Goose, if
you'll promise not to hiss when the show is on."
A Terrible Oversight.
,T WAS close to midnight
when the Smiths finished
trimming the tree on
Christmas Eve, and as they
sat down to survey the
work Smith yawned and
remarked,
"Well, I guess that
winds up the biggest job I
ever tackled, and any one
who mentions Christmas
tree to me again is taking
big chances. Have we at-
tended to everything, do
you think?"
" Yes; I think we have,
Charles," replied his wife.
" I checked off the list of
gifts this afternoon, and it
was all right."
" You surely got the
hired girl's present?"
" You may be sure of that."
"Then any other errors don't count, and we can go
to bed and rest easy. I think I could sleep a week."
The Smiths retired, and Smith had just begun to
dream that he was engaged in trimming a tree twenty
feet high, when Mrs. Smith awoke him and excitedly
said,
" You've got to get up instantly, Charles!"
" Not me!" he replied.
" But you've simply got to!"
" Not unless the house is afire."
" It's worse than that, Charles. Oh, how could we
have been so thoughtless — how could we?"
" Please keep quiet and let me go to sleep!" growled
Smith. " If you think I'm going to get up on some fool
errand, you're mistaken. The cat's in, and everything
is all right."
" But, Charles," she went on, " you don't understand.
We've forgotten to buy a Christmas present for the
janitor. For the janitor — do you understand?"
Smith lay quiet for a moment or two. Then, with a
cry of dismay, he leaped out of bed and hurriedly dressed
and dashed out to see if there wasn't yet time to correct
the terrible oversight.
An Original Hit.
«¥ATHAT we want is something really original,"
* * said the editor, wearily leaning back in his
chair.
" I think I have it here," answered Scratchum.
" What's the nature of it?"
"Dialect."
"Pshaw!"
" It isn't the regular kind of dialect. Let me read a
bit of it."
" Well, go ahead, but cut it short."
Scratchum began.
" ' Through the krantz and over the nek the Uitlander
came. Along the poort and past the kopje, until he
reached the spruit ' '
" That's good for a beginning," smiled the chief.
" ' Crossing the sluit, ' " continued Scratchum, " ' he
ran across the veldt, and then, worn out with fatigue, he
stopped. He looked back to see if the zarps were on his
tracks, and then sank down exhausted. Presently he
arose, and, crawling to the fontein in the kloof, he ate a
little biltong and some mealies, which he washed down
with a little dop he had in his flask. "At the next
kraal," said he, " I'll " ' " —
" That'll do," interrupted the deus ex-machina. " I
don't know what it's all about, but work in the Boer dia-
lect as much as you can, and then, in the middle of the
story, get your man to China in some way, and if with
the help of a sprinkling of Wan-Shan-Shan, Chi-Li, Nan-
Yuen, and a brigade of washee-washee names, such as
Wo-Yung, Chin-Lee, Gee-Wo, etc., we don't run out of
hyphens, we'll be sure to catch the public taste. Good
idea, Scratchum. Follow it up with something Russian."
And the editor sank back in his chair again, this time
delightedly, for he had captured a " hit."
Might as Well Be Opened with Them.
«« ¥ AM sorry, my dear sir; but I neglected to bring
my surgical instruments with me."
"That will be all right, doctor. The plumber who
has been working in the cellar has left his tools here."
Willing To Stand a Good Deal.
Doris—" But I never told you that I have a brother-
in-law who is a senator."
Harry — "No matter, darling. Even that fact can-
not separate us."
WHEN THE ROOSEVELT IDEA TRIUMPHS.
THE TRIUMPH OF CLASSIC -OVER COMMON MUSIC.
Mr. T.'Cat (as disturbed musician appears on scene) — " Well, wouldn't that jolt a saint — a Jack-in-the box for ours 1"
To the
« YER HONOR, I'll tell yer jest how 'twas, "'said the
man with the saffron eye as he stood before the
police judge.
" Me an' Jake wus both in love wid little Mame.
Well, de time came when she had ter pick between de
two uv us. Mame, she cast her lamps over him an' me,
like a feller'd size up a couple uv easy marks, an' she
sez, ' To de victor belongs de goils,' an' told us ter fight
it out, an' she'd marry de winner.
" I met Jake in a back yard on Christopher Street,
an' we went to it. I won't describe de offensive details
to yer honor, but I will say dat in about three an' two-
thirds minutes, after a spirited encounter, I landed a left
to his solar, an' he wuz down an' out. I left him lyin'
Victor —
dere on de grouna an' walked over ter Barney's ter soak
up a couple uv beers in commemyration uvde event; den
I cruised around ter Maine's ter claim my skirt.
" Now, mebbe yer honor can't guess what [happened
while I wuz t'rowin' dem beers inter me. Well, yer
honor, dat man Jake recovered from his knockout, an'
when I got ter Mame's room all dat wuz left wuz a note
on de table. ' Art,' she sez, ' I have beat it wid Jake.
I hate ter pull out uv de game wid de jack -pot, but when
I said I 'd marry de best man I thought it would be Jake.' "
The prisoner looked full into the face of the judge.
" Do yer blame me fer gittin' drunk, yer honor?"
" Discharged," replied the eminent person evasively
as he slammed the docket back on the clerk's desk.
DWIGHT SPENCER ANDERSON.
Big Bill's Santa Claus Joke
By Wilbur D. Nesbit \
BIG BILL was the acknowledged humorist of the
alley gang. He had graduated from the school
of wit and fun, which includes in its curriculum
such side-splitting stunts as sprinkling Broken
glass and tacks in the way of automobiles, and attaching
empty cans to the tails of unsuspecting dogs, and throw-
ing icy snowballs at the heads of strangers who came
a-slumming.
Big Bill was now artistically above such things. He
would no more be caught upsetting a fruit-stand or drop-
ping a dead rat into the sugar barrel in the little grocery
at the end of the alley than Mark Twain would consent
to " make faces " for the amusement of babies. Big
Bill now turned to the higher forms of humor— to the
sort that meant something. It was he who had con-
ceived and executed the ridiculous stunt of pouring tar
on the steps of old man Jones's home last fall, one Sun-
day morning. And when old man Jones came out in his
new suit to go to church and slid all the way down the
steps and ruined his clothes, Big Bill's face came as
near wearing a smile as it ever did — until the night be-
fore Christmas, when he played his best joke.
Away down the alley, in a little ramshackle frame
house that defied every rule of the building and health
departments, lives the Spriggins family. Spriggins
himself is at home only when he is out of the workhouse
— but he hasn't been in since Christmas. Mrs. Sprig-
gins is not only an invalid, but she takes in washing to
keep the family, and when Spriggins didn't take her
money from her there were occasions when a good
square meal came on the table. There are three Sprig-
gins children — all under nine years of age. Bennie is
the oldest, Freddie is seven, and Roselle is five.
Christmas Eve Big Bill, and Shorty McTodd, and
Freckles King, and Limpy Kelly, and Jiggs Long were
in the rear room of Jenowski's saloon, with " bowls of
" Then the procession filed down the alley to the rickety steps leading up to the Spriggins domicile.'
suds " before them. They wanted to do somethi >g
funny, but, as Jiggs said, they had done everythii^
funny except kill some one, and the cops wouldn't stan v
for that. Big Bill had been sitting in silence for hal
an hour, and now he spoke.
" Say," he muttered, " isn't dere a Sandy Claus a< ;
to be pulled off at dat choych up on de nex' corner?"
" Sure!" gleefully exclaimed Shorty. " Let's go up
dere an' put it on de blink."
"Naw," declared Big Bill. " Let dem have de show.
Den let's go cop out de togs — an' I'll play Sandy Claus
here in de alley."
It took a full minute for the complete significance of
this plan to sink into the understandings of the others,
then they agreed it was the best ever.
" I hear dem Spriggins kids talkin' to-day to deir
mudder, " said Big Bill. " Dey was handin' it out dat
dis was de night Sandy was due to blow in wid de goods.
Huh! Say, wot's de matter wid me bein' Sandy, an'
breakin' in dere an' loadin' dem up wid presents?"
" Wot?" asked Freckles King disgustedly. " Wot in
'ell would you do for presents?"
" Gadder up all de old truck around — empty bottles
an' cans an' — an' t'ings," Bill outlined lamely.
"Great! Take dem in an' spread 'em all over de
bed. Poke a few empties in de stockin's, .an' all dat
sort o' t'ing!" Limpy cried.
" I'll be watchin' at dat choych," Big Bill planned,
" an' when de Sandy Claus guy gets t'roo wid his stunt
I'll watch where he shucks his togs, an' den I'll make a
getaway wid dem. De rest is easy."
Along about ten o'clock Big Bill was in the shadowy
hall off the Sunday-school room of " de choych, " and
when the portly person who had enacted Santa Claus
came forth, followed by shrieks of delight, Bill tiptoed
softly after him to a rear room, waited until he emerged
in his every -day clothing,
then as silently slipped
into the rear room, gath-
ered up the wig, whiskers
and costume, and let him-
self out of a window.
Jiggs, Shorty, Freck-
les and Limpy helped
him get into the disguise,
and filled his pack with a
choice collection of rocks,
half-bricks, empty bot-
tles, old cans, a discarded
corset, an ash-sifter, an
old egg-beater, and other
material they had gar-
nered in the garbage bar- .
rels of the neighborhood.
Then the procession filed
down the alley to the rick-
ety steps leading up to the
" Bill tore this off and held it where the candle-light would
strike it."
Spriggins domicile. They crept cautiously up the creaky
steps, subduing their chuckles as best they might. At
the door Big Bill shook a warning fist at them, and they
stopped, while he pushed the door slowly open and went
catlike into the house.
A guttering candle stuck in an empty bottle on what
once had been a mantel-shelf furnished sufficient illumi-
nation for Big Bill to see clearly, he being used to squint-
ing into the dark. Spriggins was not at home, as was
to have been expected on Christmas Eve or any other
eve. Mrs. Spriggins was sleeping the sleep of the weary
and exhausted on a pallet on the floor near a heap of
washing, over which she evidently had toiled all day and
evening. Bennie and Freddie and little Roselle lay in
an apology for a bed across the room from Mrs. Sprig-
gins. Hanging from the mantel-shelf were three pairs
of stockings, all darned and ragged. And pinned to one
of the littlest stockings was a piece of soiled paper.
Bill tore this off and held it where the candle-light would
strike it.
He had softly placed his pack on the floor, ready to
stuff the stockings, but as he read the little note ha
turned and looked across the room at the children. Then
he tiptoed over to the bed and looked down at the thres
faces. The boys were sleeping calmly enough, and so
was little Roselle, but on her white cheeks were streaks
that told of tears, and in her little fingers was the stub
of a pencilwith which she had scrawled the note Big
Bill had read.
Big Bill looked back at his pack and muttered some-
thing under his breath. Then he rubbed his eyes. Then
he swiftly picked up his pack and hurried to the door,
where he found his partners waiting, ready to laugh over
his account of his performance.
" I got a dollar an' a half," he whispered to Jiggs.
" How much money you got?"
" T'ree dollars," Jiggs replied wonderingly.
"Give it to me."
Jiggs dumbly produced the money and turned it over,
Big Bill all the while descending the creaky stairway.
At the foot he turned to the others and demanded their
money.
" Didn't you leave de stuff?" Shorty asked, indicating
the full pack.
For answer Big Bill took the sack by the bottom and
dumped its contents into the alley.
"Naw," he growled; " an' I'm not goin' to. Dose
kids a-layin' dere, believin' dat de real Sandy is comin'
an' us muts tryin' to play horse wid 'em is too much fer
me. How much coin you got, Shorty?"
" Wot do you want wid it?" parried Shorty.
Big Bill took him by the neck and shook him terxier-
wise for a minute, and, when released from that clutch,
Shorty produced a fistful of srrall change, which was
pocketed by Big Bill. The others did not wait for an
invitation; they silently handed over what was in their
pockets.
" Come on," Big Bill ordered, and led the way out of
the alley and down street to where a light gleamed from
the window of a little toy and notion shop.
" I'm Sandy Claus, an' I run out o' stuff," Big Bil
announced, entering the shop in his costume. " Gimme
all you got fer t'ree kids — two boys an' one girl — an'
most fer de girl — fer nine bones an' sixty cents."
There was a doll that opened and shut its eyes; there
" ' Santa Claus,' it said, ' I want to kiss you good-by.' "
was another doll that
squeaked " mamma"; there
was a Noah's ark, and a
jumping - jack, and some
woolly dogs and sheep, and
a Teddy bear, and a railroad
train, and a fire-engine, and
a lot of other little things.
And the heap came to ten
dollars and exhausted the
stock, so the shopkeeper
made it the even nine dol-
lars and sixty cents.
Back to the alley and
back to the Spriggins house
rushed Big Bill, his faithful
train wondering what form
of insanity had stricken him.
Up the steps he went, two
at a time, and when he slip-
ped into the room he found
little Roselle sitting up in
bed, looking at the empty
stockings.
Big Bill put his finger
on his lips, and whispered
through his artificial whis-
kers,
"Hello, little girl! Keep
quiet now, 'cause I'm Sandy
Claus, an' if you cheep I'll — I'll fly de coop."
Roselle's eyes were big by this time, and she sol-
emnly shook her head in a promise not to make a sound.
Big Bill methodically took the things out of his pack.
GETTING EVEN.
Mr. Sky Parlor — " Well, if the landlady won't give me any
heat I'll use some out of her chimney."
MONK SANTA'S SURPRISE.
Santa Monk — " Great Caesar's ghost I What the Dickens do they take me for ? A moving van ?"
He stuffed the toys into the
stockings wher.e they be-
longed. Roselle followed his
movements in amazement.
And when he shambled over
to her and laid in her arms
the marvelous doll that
opened and shut its eyes, she
looked up at him with awe.
Then her thin little lips
quivered and a big tear stole
down her cheek in a path
already laid out for it by one
of those that had been shed
when she went to sleep.
"Oh, Santa Claus! Oh,
Santa Claus!" she whis-
pered, hugging the doll.
"Dat's all right, kid,"
Big Bill said slowly and
softly.
" You really came!"
"Sure t'ing!"
"And you're coming
every Christmas?"
" I'm damned if I don't !"
Then Big Bill shook his
finger warningly at her, and
said,
" Git yer doll to go to
sleep, an' go to sleep wid it."
Big Bill turned and started to the door, when a faint,
frightened little voice stopped him.
" Santa Claus," it said, " I want to kiss you good.
by."
It was the first time
such a thing ever hap-
pened to Big Bill, and it
was lucky he had false
whiskers and wig on,
for his face otherwise
would have been a com-
bination of alarm and
perspiration.
He got to the door
and out, with a memory
of two thin arms that
hugged him chokingly,
and of a wee kiss that
left a hot place on his
cheek.
In Janowski's saloon
later, after Big Bill had
discarded his Santa
Claus garb, he said,
" It would 'a' been a
cinch, only I found dis
note — an' den — well,
den, you see, we couldn't
give de kid de t'row-
down."
He passed the note around,
and the others read :
"Dear Santy Glaus i hav
been a good girl all yeer an i
kno you will come but benny an
freddy they say you wont becos
we are too poor but i kno you
will come an i want a dolly i
never had a dolly yet an i wish
you woud giv benny an freddy
somthing too becos they do be-
leev in you xcep they think we
are too poor for you to come
an i love you R o S E L L e
SPRiGGins."
" It's a better joke dari Je
odder way would 'a' been,"
Shorty observed, dipping his
face deep into his glass.
"An', say," Big Bill re-
marked, " if any o' youse sees
Spriggins, tell him if he hits
de booze or gets pinched dis
comin' year, I'm due to knock his block off."
After the delight and amazement had subsided to
some extent in the home of the Sprigginses Christmas
morning, Roselle having awakened with the doll that
opened and shut its eyes in her arms, and thereby being
LOGIC.
Jim — " Say, Mame, wot's de reason everybody don't git
a present when dere's so many Santy Clauses ?"
convinced that she had not
dreamed it after all, Roselle
told her mother,
" Santa Claus is a r-'ce man,
mamma — but he swears. ' '
Had It Down Fine.
*¥*HE housewife was showing
her new chambermaid
through the upstairs, when fi-
nally they came to a staircase
leading down into the rear yard.
" Mary," said she, stepping
out on the landing, " whenever
you wish to pass down to the
back yard go down this way."
Just then the speaker slipped
and was precipitated with a
great clattering to the bottom.
"Are yez hurt, mum?"
cried the affrighted chamber-
maid, staring down from
above.
"No; it's nothing," came
the return as the disheveled
mistress rose to her feet, in proof.
" Thin ye've got it down foine, mum; but th' job 's
too shtrenuous fer me."
A BED of roses soon wears down to the thorns.
A FALSE START.
" What a nice little sister you have! What's her name?"
" Mike."
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GIVING THEM NOTICE.
The teller — " Before you draw any money we require that you
give us a month's notice."
The cook—" A moonth's notice is ut ? Are yezthinkin' av git-
tin' some wan in me place ?"
Looking Backward.
IT IS now quite the thing to run " locking-backward "
columns in newspapers containing " newsie " items
from the files of the paper dating back into the mel-
low shadowland of the long ago. We desire to be con-
sidered 6elat in this matter, so our city editor has laid
down his facile and trenchant pen long enough to clip the
fdllowing " locals " from the pages of this paper, dated
February 22d, 1770:
A tall Indian from Johnftown Hall ftole a jug of
apple-jack from under our fanctum-table Friday after-
noon. That new gun we took on adv. from the Queenf
Armf Co. of Bofton don't fhoot worth a cuff.
Van der Bogert of the Evening Twinkler took a pot
fhot at uf on Frog Alley laf t evening. Van ought to get
a globe fight fcrewed on hif nofe, then maybe he could
hit Van Flyck'f Ifland on a Calm Day.
If the perfon who left a bundle of beaver
fkinf at our door will drop in and make himf elf
known, we will credit him up on the bookf.
Tim Murphy if the boff hunter of the fea-
fon fo far. Monday he bagged a Mingo and
two Cayugaf. Come on, ye Nimrodf !
The Village Fatherf have decided that
12 feet if wide enough for the new ftreetf.
If the perfon who threw an empty pewter
tankard through our
window Tuefday will
call for it next week,
we will be pleafed to
return it. We are hav-
ing the pewter melted
up into ounce bulletf
by the office boy, and af
foon af we get them
we will pay off feveral
old fcoref.
The edition thif
week if delayed while
a meffenger could go
after more ink. A
paffle of ignorant Sen-
eca Indianf broke into
the print fhop Thurf-
day night and took our
ink for war paint. If
the black-faced trucu-
lent incubufef are on
the war path looking
for trouble, they can
find about 897 gallonf of it by taking the River Trail eaft
to Cow-Horn Creek and rapping on the firft office door to
the left.
A young feller named Geo. Wafhington ftopped at the
Freeman Inn laft night on hif way to Ft. Stanwix. Geo.
if a good mixer, and if it wafn't for fome pretty fteep
ftories he told during the evening we could predict quite
a future for him.
Yefterday afternoon Walt. Butler of Johnfton Hall
burft into thif office about a minute ahead of a fit, and
reluctantly paying hif bill ftopped hif paper. He don't
like our " taxation without reprefentation " editorialf.
If the Devil had not miflaid our Tory Club, he
would have miffed hif appetite for feveral other worldly
thlngf.
DON CAMERON SHAFER.
HANDICAPPED.
" Gee I how I wisht 1 had an educa-
tion. I want to write to Santa Claus fer
an atr-gun and an automobile and I can t
spell 'em."
YULE-LOG IN BUGV1LLE.
" Come on Billy. Hurry up and help me carry it. This cigarette will make
the best Yule-log ever."
Christmas Extravagance.
« OUT next year we won't buy so much," I think I
D hear you say.
You bought the doll for Marguerite, the tricycle for May,
The sled for little Abraham, the carving tools for Joe,
The set of furs for Geraldine — she's nearly grown, you
know;
The Christmas tree you had to have because of Baby Jule,
Whose wond'ring eyes had never gazed upon a previous
Yule.
You had to buy a lot this year, you couldn't help yourself;
But next year you'll be wiser far and save your hard-
earned pelf.
Of course you will ; why, certainly. But do you not recall
December, naughty-six, when you proclaimed to one and
all
That in the future you would be immeasurably discreeter?
You sang this song in various tunes and every sort of
metre.
And back at Christmas, naughty-five, it was the same —
remember?
You'd quit this lavish giving ere the following December.
And so, although, of course, you mean exactly what you
say,
I'd like to place a bet or two about next Christmas Day.
Go on and lie, oh, brother mine, about your liberality !
Swear you'll be stingy after this, and swear it with
finality.
Thank heaven, you've a heart within that never skips a
throb,
But always, as the slangsters say, is strictly " on the
job."
Thank heaven, there are things in which your judgment
doesn't rule,
And that it loses aye its grip upon the eve of Yule !
Of course your giving's out of all proportion to your store,
But love and sweet self-sacrifice are twins forevermore.
STRICKLAND W. GILLI LAN.
INVITED OUT.
" How did her father treat you ?"
" Quite warmly. He invited me out."
" Indeed !"
" Yes. He said, ' Come outside, where there'll be no danger
of smashing the furniture.' "
What Broke Him.
tFIGGINS had acquired a habit that he found hard t<
break. It came from desk -work in an office where
there was little to do and none too much to pay. He had
torn a piece of paper from a tab and rolled and unrolled
it between the thumb and forefinger for so many years
that he found it hard to think without this accompani-
ment. Try as he would, he could not break himself of
the habit, and finally gave up in despair.
One day, while on the
street, a weighty mat-
ter kept troubling him,
but he found it impos-
sible to think clearly.
Unconsciously putting
his fingers into his vest-
pocket, they came in
contact with a ten-dollar
bill. It was all the
money he had left from
the last month's salary.
Taking out the bill, he
rolled and unrolled it
while thinking out the
problem. At the con-
clusion he carelessly
tore the bill into bits,
as he had always dis-
posed of his roll of pa-
per, and tossed them in-
to the gutter. And that
broke him.
J. B. VANDA WORKER.
WHERE EXTREMES MEET.
Leiv Longlocks — " Oh, sir, won't you kindly give me a paltry fifteen cents that I may make myself a
Christmas present of a much-needed hair-cut ?"
Mr. Baldhead — " No, sir ! decidedly not. I'll have you understand I'm saving all of my dough to
make myself a Christmas present of a much-needed wig."
\A71LL the conductor
on the airship ex-
press shout, "Leap
lively, please "?
Titewad Gives Way to an Impulse
WITHOUT it was snowing.
It was snowing also with.
But within all was comfort and expensiveness.
The wild wind whirled the sharp flakes against the
shutters and howled dismally and profanely. Occasion-
ally from the street came the sound of horses' hoofs thud-
thudding in front of a rumbling hansom or coach, the
very sound telling its own story of discomfort and haste
to escape the storm. Oh, it was cold, all right, and
blustery, and if this part of it is clear in your mind and
if you will promise to try to keep it in mind, I'll agree
not to describe it any further.
I just wanted to make it plain, that's all.
Inside the house sat an old man, slippered and gowned.
Of course he was inside. He wouldn't have been
dressed that way out of doors. He sat by a fire, which
was also in the house, and toasted his shins in the
friendly flame. Not right in the flame, you understand,
but in the vicinity. He sat and thought. He sat
slightly more than he thought, just as in our daily busi-
ness we frequently lie more than we think. But he
thought a good deal. He thought of several good deals
he had made in the past few days, and of some others he
would make within the next few days if the other fellow
wasn't looking.
His thoughts traveled back to his youth. They had a
pass and could travel that way as far as they liked with-
out expense. Otherwise he would not have let them
travel. For old Titewad (and it was none other!) had
all the other stingy people you have ever heard of backed
precipitately off the planks. He drew closer to the fire
and took a lump of coal, extinguished it, and put it back
in the scuttle for use to-morrow.
He remembered, with a start, that it was Christmas
Eve. First he had started
with a thought, and ended by
thinking with a start.
Thus do things reverse
themselves in life.
Remembering that it was
Christmas Eve made him also
remember that it was the
twenty-fourth of the month,
and uneasiness seemed to take
possession of him. He arose
and paced the floor. As he
paced he was racked with
emotion. Pacing and racking
are almost synonymous as
racing terms.
Back and forth went the old
man, his slippered heels beat-
ing a tattoo on the floor. The
old chap would beat anybody
or anything, even a tattoo.
My goodness ! What a bad
man he was !
By Strickland W. Gillilan
Finally he opened the shutter. He shuddered as he
saw the swirling snow and heard the shrieking of the
wind.
It was just terrible cold.
Then he closed the shutter with a shudder, also with
his right hand. I guess he had the shudder in his hand
when he closed the shutter with it. That must have
been the way it was.
He went and put on his heavy shoes and donned his
fur overcoat. He pushed an electric button to call his
coachman, and soon he Sarahed forth into the night. I
would have said sallied forth, only I'm not sufficiently
familiar with the term to use its nickname. He gave a
brief and gruff order to his coachman, and away they
whirled through the storm. What were the thoughts
that had come unbidden to the mind of the old man as he
sat by the fire in his cozy room? He had been thinking
of a widow who lived in a lonely spot in the suburbs and
washed for a living and other folks. It was the thought
of her on this Christmas Eve that had sent him out into
the night. He knew she was not likely to be home in
the daytime.
Reaching the place, he sprang out of his carriage
and rapped at the door. A feeble voice answered his
rap. It was the right kind of weather, and a good time
of night, for any one to be wrapped up, but not rapped
up. Finally she came shuddering to the door.
" I have come for the rent," said the old man.
RIGHT IN LINE.
" There's one good thing about living in this place.
Claus can hardly give us the go-by I"
Foolosophy.
A WATCHED pot sometimes boils over.
** The man who hates his paymaster worst is the
man who works for himself.
Some of us would be glad to be walled in on Wall
Street.
The only men who lose
their credit are those who
never had any.
Most of our smiles are
empty because the world is
full of trouble.
When money comes in at
the door love goes over to see
the neighbors.
If angels have wings some
of us will need our airships
buried with us.
A woman is always a wom-
an, but a cigar is often rope.
Didst ever see a man who
could look intelligent whilst
shaving his upper lip?
Did you ever notice how
few men there are who will
sneak up quietly behind your
Santa ^ack an(* Put money in your
ROBERT CARLTON BROWN.
A HARD JOB.
ALTHOUGH Mr. Jones was taken at his face value
by his son and heir, there were times when the
youthful William's admiring tributes embarrassed his
parent in the family group.
" I had quite an encounter as I came home to-night,"
the valorous Mr. Jones announced at the tea table.
" Two men, slightly intoxicated, were having a quarrel
on the corner. As usual, there was no policeman in
sight, and they were in a fair way to knock each other's
brains out when I stepped between and separated them."
" Weren't you afraid, father?" asked Mrs. Jones, in
a quavering voice.
" No, indeed. Why should I be?" inquired Mr. Jones,
inflating his chest.
" I guess there isn't anybody could knock any brains
out of my father!" said Willie proudly.
G. Havis Tempel, Bayou Sara, La.
LARCENY ON THE HIGH SEAS.
A YOUNG Irishman, desirous of working his passage
** to America, applied to the captain of a sailing ves-
sel for a berth. Upon being told to get a recommenda-
tion, he secured the necessary paper, and was duly in-
stalled as a member of the ship's crew.
As the ship was about to sail, the captain found they
were one hand short, and wishing to take advantage of
the flood tide, took a German sailor from the wharf and
gave him the job.
This angered the Irishman, who kept his eye open for
a chance to get even. One day, while the German was
cleaning the deck with a bucket and brush, a huge wave
THE PROTECTING CLOUDS.
" What 1 fishing instead of attending Sunday school ? Don't you
know the Lord looks down and sees everything you do?"
" Yep ; but he can't see nothin' to-day — it t too cloudy."
came aboard and carried the German away, bucket and
brush and all.
The Irishman was an interested spectator, and running
down to the captain's cabin, he rapped sharply on the
door.
" Well," said the captain, wondering what was up,
" what's the matter?" -
" Sa-ay," replied the Irishman,' " whin I came aboord
this ship ye made me git a ricommendation, didn't ye?"
" I did," said the captain. " What of it?"
" Ye didn't make that Dutchman git one, did ye?"
" No," said the captain; " I didn't."
" Well," yelled the Irishman excitedly, "he's gone
awa' wit' yer bucket."
Allison G. Crandall, Kansas City, Mo
LIFTING THE HAT.
A YOUNG man, not wishing to do anything that was
not agreeable to the laws of etiquette, sent the
following question to the editor of a Kansas paper,
" Please tell me when and where are, or is, the correct
time for a gentleman to lift or remove his hat?" And
here is the reply he received:
" Without consulting authorities of etiquette- — in
fact, giving it to you offhand, so to speak — we should
say at the following times and on the following occasions
respectively the hat should be removed or lifted as cir-
cumstances indicate: When mopping the brow, when
taking a bath, when eating, when going to bed, when,
taking up a collection, when having the hair trimmed,
when being shampooed, when standing on the head."
H. Steeb, Pittsburgh, Pa.
AN APT COMPARISON.
A HAUGHTY English girl was attending a cele-
bration in a Canadian town, where both the
English and American flags were displayed. As
they floated before the breeze peacefully, side by
side, this proud little "Johnny Bull" exclaimed
in disdain,
" Oh, what a silly-looking rag the American
flag is ! It reminds me of nothing so much as that
cheap striped candy you sell in your stores."
"Yes," replied an American girl, who was
standing near by ; " the kind that makes everybody
sick who tries to lick it."
R. F. Abeel, Banksville, Pa.
INSULTED HIM.
AN EXTREMELY learned young lady, while
** reading her book, had fallen off a sharp cliff,
and lay injured and helpless on the sands below.
Finally, in answer to her cries, she saw the form
of a fisherman advancing cautiously over the cliff,
with a rope in his hand, to her rescue. She
clasped her hands and exclaimed fervently,
" At last some succor has arrived !"
The fisherman turned and eyed her indignantly
for a moment, and then yelled down to her,
" It's a sucker I am, is it? Well, you can stay
just where you are!"
Ethel Denney, Somerville, Mass.
An Etching.
UE SAT at his desk by the window,
pen in hand.
Perhaps- he was meditating a vast
epic — a story in which he might recount
in stately measures the wonderful his-
tory of his country — the noble deeds of
its generals and admirals, the accom-
plishments of its scientists, the progress
of its citizens toward universal enlight-
enment.
^And he sat at his desk by the window,
pen in hand.
Perhaps he was thinking of inditing a
passionate epistle to his lady-love — a
tale of the joy that thrilled him when
he thought of her — a descant on her
beauty, her graces, her amiability, her
condescension.
And he sat at his desk by the win-
dow, pen in hand.
Perhaps he had some musical score
in his mind — a sonata that would rival
Bach or Beethoven, a nocturne that
would out-Chopin Chopin, a melodious
opera that would vie with Verdi or
Meyerbeer, or a bouffe that would out-
jingle Offenbach.
And he sat at his desk by the win-
dow, pen in hand.
Perhaps he was going over in his
mind a play — the great American play
for which the world has been so long
waiting, or a drama that would reach
nigh unto Shakespeare, or something
in which there iwelt the fame of a Sheri-
dan or a Boucicault.
And he sat at his desk by the win-
dow, pen in hand.
And perhaps he was (and the truth is
he really was) just thinking what he
could write to his tailor in answer to the
IN GLASS HOUSES.
" We drove down to the Battery yesterday, and, my dear girl, you should
have seen the freak clothes some of those poor immigrants landed in."
cruel man's fifth demand for the settlement of his bill, when he had not a sou to pay for
a beer and thereby win the concomitant in the shape of the free lunch he was so sorely
in need of!
And so he sat at his desk by the window, pen in hand!
NATHAN M. LEVY.
Said in Passing.
PEAK about sloppiness in women! there's a first-class example across the street,"
grunted the woman-hater, pointing to a woman passing opposite them. " See
how she holds one side of her skirts up above her
ft knees and lets the other drag along in the mud.
That's a sloppy woman, that is !"
" I'll speak to her about it," quietly annexed
his companion.
"Eh! You know her?"
"Yes. She's my wife."
THE ENGAGED ONES.
" We need look no farther, dearest Can you imagine a sweller tree
than this one in which to build our nest in the spring?"
¥T IS significant that if the octopus were dressy
* it would need a " coat of arms." So also do
the families that thrive on trusts.
His One Error.
LITTLE CHARLEY had been given a dollar to spend
for Christmas according to his own ideas. A whole
dollar was a liberal allowance when the circumstances of
Charley's family were fully considered. So on the morn-
ing after he had done his shopping he was asked by his
father to give an account of the dispensation of his
wealth.
"Well," said Charley thoughtfully, "I spent ten
cents for candy, ten cents for more candy, ten cents for
peanuts, ten cents at the 'lectric theatre, and ten cents
more at the 'lectric theatre another day when I took
Eddie Brown in with me."
" That's fifty of it," commented his father, who had
been keeping count on his fingers. " Go ahead."
" Then I matched dimes with Eddie after the show,
an' he got all I had left but one."
"Yes, and that one," prompted his father. "You
have it yet, I suppose?"
" No, I ain't," said Charley.
" But what became of it?" persisted his father.
After a profound study of a few moments, Charley
answered,
" I dono, paw; but it may be that I spent just that
one ten cents foolishly, somehow. "
The Latest.
« W'VE just taken offices in a New York skyscraper."
N
I
" What stratum?"
When Experts Disagree.
INE men had reached a ripe old age,
And yet were hearty, hale and strong.
Each offered an opinion sage
Of how he chanced to live so long.
IN LUCK.
" How did Santa Claus treat ye this year ?"
" Fust rate. Jeff Colson brought back that gun he borrowed, 1 found
ny old jack-knife in the woodshed, my taxes wuz redooced four dollars,
in' Aunt Eliza wrote to say she couldn't visit us."
"I'm eighty-one," the first one said;
" I live on veg'tables and bread. .
But had I eaten meat instead
I'd now be numbered with the dead."
" Tut, tut, my friend !" the second cried.
" Why, meat's the food to put inside
To make you strong.
I've tried it fourscore years and two.
Just notice how it's pulled me through.
Your views are wrong."
" It doesn't matter what I eat,"
Spoke up the man of eighty-three.
" What keeps me well I'll gladly tell—
No liquor ever entered me!"
" Excuse my smile," said number four,
And from a flask they watched him pour
A half a glass and then some more.
" I'm eighty-five, and can't see why
A man should boast of being dry.
Well, as for me, I'd rather die."
" Tobacco hastens death, I ween,"
Said number five. " You've never seen
A pipe, cigar or cigarette
Between my teeth ; and you can bet
That's why I'm neither fat nor lean."
" I've smoked in childhood, youth and age!"
Exclaimed the sixth, a wise old sage.
" I'm eighty-seven, and I say
It's smoke that keeps me up to-day."
" The reason for my many years,"
Explained a grandsire gray,
" Is my good wife, who always cheers
Me on life's troubled way."
" I cannot see
How that can be,"
Cried number eight. " I have no wife.
I've heard it said
That getting wed
Would greatly shorten up one's life."
Then rose the last. All turned to hear
" I've listened to your theories queer.
Excuse me if I disagree
With every one; but then, you see,
I'm older than the rest, and so
You must admit I ought to know.
I eat meat, veg'tables and fish;
I drink and smoke whene'er I wish.
I married once, survived my wife,
And still find pleasure in this life.
You want to know the reason why?
You give it up? Well, so do I!"
WILLIAM GANSON ROSE.
Preparing the Way.
Catsone — " Didn't I see you proposing to that Boston
girl?"
Gebhart — " Not exactly; I was just breaking the ice."
The Logic of It.
Happyman — " This great man's biography says that
he never owed any man a cent."
Cynic — " Does it state why he never married?"
Extracts from an Intense " Nature-
Faker's " Forthcoming Book.
(Trackers' Testimony, Cowboys' Corroborations, Cop-
per-colored Confessions, and Aboriginal Affidavits fur-
nished on application.)
THE APE.
Suddenly I came upon an Ape comfortably
seated on the top rung of a sausage-tree. To my surprise
he was reading one of Darwin's books on " Evolution."
(Six Indian affidavits go with this. Be sure you get
them all.)
THE JAGUAR.
Trailing a jaggy Jaguar through the dense
foliage, I saw him creep to the sandy beach of the river.
There he picked up a sharp clam-shell and, retreating to
a secluded spot, he began to cut the wag out of his tail.
THE SWORDFISH AND THE LEOPARD.
One day, while rambling through the jungle,
I stumbled over a sleeping Leopard. Although my heavy
shoes bumped roughly against the quadruped, it did not
arouse him. I thought this a splendid opportunity to
study this feline beast at close range; so concealing my-
self behind a nixsuch bush, I scrutinized the animal
before me from his jowls to his joints. Suddenly I saw
a Swordfish leap out of the near-by river, and, wiggling
to the Leopard, he sawed the animal right in half. Hav-
ing committed this dastardly deed, he wiggled back into
the water again. The Leopard presently awoke and
commenced to stretch himself. Then he found that his
hind legs and tail went in one direction, while his head
and fore legs chased a bird in the opposite direction. I
did not think this case interesting enough to follow it
and study it, so I walked away laughing at the thought
that one-half of that Leopard doesn't know how the other
half lives.
THE BOA-CONSTRICTOR.
A large Boa-constrictor was chasing me.
Onward and onward I ran as fast as my bow-legs could
TIME'S CHANGES.
The first Christmas shopping after they were wed. Their Christmas shopping some years later.
A GOOD BLUFF.
Billie — " You's got an orful dirty foice,
Jimmie."
Jimmie — "Say nothin' — 1's jollyin' my
goil 1's got an autimobile. '
carry me. I was cognizant, however, that the reptile
was gaining on me. At last I could feel its hot breath.
I felt its boneless body curl about my feet, tripping me
up and bringing me to the ground with a painful thud.
In an instant its tail was about my wrists, and I was
pinioned as with a pair of handcuffs; then, with its head,
the reptile went through every pocket in my garments,
taking all my money and other valuables. Later I
learned that the Boa gave my money to an outlaw, who
was thus enabled to buy a ticket and flee the country.
The Boa had .befriended this man for a year. (Indian
affidavits will be furnished with this yarn at two dollars
per aff.)
THE LION.
I lay quietly in ambush, though I must confess
it was the first time I
ever lay in ambush with
such a hard mattress.
Suddenly I saw a bushy-
haired Lion walk over to
a pool that reflected his
grim visage. Looking
about "and seeing no one
watching him, he pulled
a comb and brush from
his back pocket, and,
looking into the
watery mirror, he
smoothed out his un-
kempt hair, and, after
parting it in the mid-
dle, he hurried over
to a group of lionesses
who were holding a
social howlfest.
F. P. PITZEK.
AS OTHERS SEE US.
Both girh (simultaneously) — " Oh, look, mamma! Am't that funny ?
Disinterested Professional Advice.
«< O RING me that beefsteak potpie "—
" Yassah," said the dining-car waiter, listening
near by.
" And bring me some of those French peas "-
" Yassah; but, boss, maybe you-all don't know dey's
French peas in dat pie."
" No, I didn't. Thanks, George. And — ah — and —
ah, then bring me some potatoes "-
" Yassah, boss; but maybe you-all didn't know dey's
'tatehs, too, in dat pie."
" No, I didn't. Thanks again,
George. It's mighty nice of you
to keep me from buying a lot of
stuff I wouldn't want."
" Yassah, Ah reckon it'smahty
nice o' me t' do dat, boss. Ah's
seen so many, m-a-n-y people —
nice gem-mens, lak you-all — was'e
money fo'veg'tables dat might jus'
as well 'a' been handed oveh to th'
waiteh. Yassah, Ah sho' has."
A Close Call.
i( 1JOW many buckets of water
in the sea?" thundered
the king for the final question.
" Two, my lord," answered the
trembling peasant, " if the buck-
ets be big enough."
" By the pawn checks on my
crown, thou hast saved thy miser-
able life with thy ready answers!"
But now I wish I had asked thee
why the huge vases of red-and-blue liquors in the drug-
store windows."
Realizing how close he had been to death, the peasant
stammered his thanks and fled from the castle.
Then They Killed Him.
« 1^0'" sa'c' *ne offensive punster: " a girl who per-
sists in hailing men can't be a reigning belle.
She'll meet a good many frosts, and soon find her name
under a cloud. It won't dew."
mused the king.
GOOD UNDERSTANDING.
Sister ' s beau — " With your little feet, I'm afraid Santa Claus won't be able to get much into your stocking."
Mabel — " I've thought of that, and I was just wishing you'd lend me one of yours."
When Nerve Meets Nerve
ATHER-IN-LAW,"
he began, as he en-
tered the library,
where old Money-
bags sat reading
the paper, " father-
in-law, I — I — want-
ed to — to "
" What ails you
now?" growled the
old billionaire, as
^^^^__^^^___^_^______ he scowled over the
top of his paper.
" If you've got anything to say, why don't you say it like
a man?"
"I — I wanted to — to say," he stammered, "that
your daughter, Maude — that is, my wife — is — is very
anxious for a -a Christmas present, sir."
" Well, can you blame her?"
" Oh, no, sir; but the — the fact is, sir, she — she is
very anxious for a diamond necklace she — she saw in a
j-jewelry store the other d-day, sir."
"Humph! I told Maude when she was howling
around here for you a couple of years ago that she'd get
no more presents out of me. Well, what about the neck-
lace, anyway?"
" I — I thought that we — we might get it for her, sir."
" We!" thundered old Moneybags, in a way that lifted
the son-in-law off his feet.
" Y-yes, sir. The necklace is — is only ten thousand
dollars, sir, and I can spare five dollars toward it."
For a few moments the billionaire did not speak.
Then he burst out into a roar of laughter that fairly
shook the house, and as he laid his paper aside and
reached for his check-book, he chuckled,
" My boy, when Maude set her heart on you I called
her an idiot and said she hadn't brains enough to last
her over night; but I take it all back. She did see
something in you, after all. Why, with your cast-iron
nerve, it's dollars to doughnuts that you'll some day be
a billionaire yourself, and a credit to the
family. Here's the price of the necklace,
my boy, and you can keep your five dollars
for popcorn and cigarettes."
Some Unwritten Letters.
FROM WILLIE.
DEAR Auntie Jane: Ma says I've got
To write and thank you now for
what
You sent me — that old handkerchief!
But, darn it all ! I'd just as lief
Have not had nothin'. Ain't no fun
In handkerchiefs! I'd like a gun.
FROM ALICIA.
Dear Mr. Spoons: I write in haste
To say your gift showed wretched taste.
Of course I must enthuse, et cet.,
Because you may be useful yet.
But have you neither ears nor eyes,
To send a thing that I despise?
FROM PASTOR.
Dear Brethren, Sisters: I'm aware
That is a very handsome chair.
My thanks are due you, I suppose,
For such a gift — but goodness knows
I rather more content would be
Had you but paid my salary.
EDWIN I.. SABIN.
Argument Pro and Con.
He — " I've caught you under the mis-
tletoe."
She — " If you kiss me, I'll scream."
He — " But if you scream, the people
will hear you."
She—1' And if I don't scream, how
will they know I've been kissed?"
FISH DAY.
Mamie—" Why U your mother going to take us to the Aquarium instead of to
the Zoo, as she promised ?"
Ethel — " Because it's Friday, stupid I"
E average trust would rather pay
$100,000 to hush up legislatures
than pay thirty cents in legitimate taxes.
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The Shearing of Samson
By Will S. Gidley
IT WAS early in the spring of a year recently num-
bered with the bygones that a dapper gentleman,
with a restless eye (or a pair of them, to be exact)
and bright auburn locks that fell in a rippling cas-
cade over his velvet coat collar, dawned like a stray
sunburst upon the bustling Western city known to fame
as Boomopolis.
Jauntily alighting from the decorated and bepiushed
Pullman in which he had luxuriously journeyed thither,
via the Sunset Limited, the gentleman with the aureole
carelessly flipped a shining coin of the realm to the
smilingly solicitous Senegambian who had transferred
his luggage to the nearest hack, then swinging himself
aboard the waiting vehicle, he gave the crisp and busi-
nesslike order,
" Hotel — best in the place!"
"Sure Mike!" responded Jenu, with equal senten-
tiousness, and then as he started his horse off on a trot,
he added to himself, " By cripes ! if I haven't caught
old Paddywhiskers or some other dad-binged piany-
thumper or fiddler this time, then 1 miss my guess!"
But, though this seemed like a reasonably safe bet-
ting proposition, it turned out that this conclusion of
the hack driver was erroneous.
His passenger was not the world-renowned Professor
Paderewski, nor even a less exalted musical genius.
" Professor " he was, indeed, but not a professor of
the divine art of melody.
His sign manual, as it appeared on the register of
the Hotel Metropole, loomed up as follows:
" Professor J. RUSHMORE SNODGRASS, T. H. D., etc.
Boston, U. S. A."
On the morning following the arrival in Boomopolis
of the picturesque and ornate gentleman above de-
scribed, there appeared, in a conspicuous position in the
advertising columns of the daily newspapers of the
town, the following peculiarly worded announcement:
THE FIRST RED-HAIRED MAN in all history
was SAMSON — Samson the Mighty !
He slew wild beasts and Philistines, and
carried everything before him — until he patron-
ized a female barber!
The all-conquering SAXON had aurora-borealis
hair ; that is why he conquered !
We shall have something more to say about
RED HAIR!
N. B. Watch this apace !
THE VERY IDEAl
" There was a great deal of excitement down at the Press Club last night."
" What was the matter ?"
" A newspaper man joined."
On the succeeding
day those whose curiosi-
ty led them to look for
the advertisement or its
successor were greeted
by the following :
The fourth day produced Jie following :
DISPROVED.
" Don't you think a horseshoe is a
sign of good luck ?
" Not fer me. Every durned horse
I ever bet on wore shoes."
THE MAN WITH RED
HAIR is a HUMAN
DYNAMO !
ALEXANDER THE
GREAT had red hair !
NAPOLEON ditto !
So did GEORGE
WASHINGTON !
MORAL:
Be a " BRICKTOP"!
N. B. Watch this
space !
One more revolution
of the earth on its axis,
and Boomopolis awoke
to find a new chapter added to the red-hair propaganda :
IF YOU HAVE RED HAIR, rejoice ! the world is
yours !
The " BRICKTOPS " are coming into their
own !
Don't despair or commit suicide if you are
NOT a Titian blond ; wait and see the PROFESSOR !
N.B. Watch this space !
MARC ANTONY and MARK TWAIN both had
sunset locks; both made their mark in the
world !
Go thou and do likewise!
If Nature has denied you the boon of red
hair, there is yet hope for you !
See and hear Professor J. R e S ss,
the Human Dynamo! He has a message for
you!
N.B. Watch this space I
On the fifth day the modest " professor " threw off
all disguise and stepped forth into the limelight as fol-
lows: J
TO-NIGHT!
DON'T MISS IT!
TO-NIGHT!
A Discourse for MEN ONLY!
Professor J. RUSHMORE SNODGRASS, the Human
Dynamo or Modern Samson, will deliver
his world-famous lecture on
THE MAN WITH RED HAIR—
THE DYNAMO THAT MOVES THE WORLD!
In THE AUDITORIUM to-night,
at 8 p.m. sharp. MEN ONLY !
Admission free to those with red hair;
all others half price!
DON'T MISS IT!
TO-NIGHT AT 8! TO-NIGHT AT 8!
A NEW FACE.
" Did you say she has a stone-y look ?"
" I did. People always speak of her countenance as her facade.'
WORSE THAN THE BLACK HAND.
" Whata means dis ' glad hand,' Giovanni ?"
" Eet is a beeg political society, Marie. All de
beeg city politicians belonga to dat."
As early as six-thirty that evening the first
stragglers began to gather at the entrance to
the Auditorium, the doors of which were still
closed.
At seven-fifteen the entire street in front
of the building was filled from curb to curb
with a jostling throng of people, clamoring for
admission.
When the curtain rose at eight p. m., and
the " Modern Samson," greeted by thunders of
applause, advanced to the front of the stage,
there was not a vacant seat visible anywhere
in the entire hall.
In addition to those who were fortunate
enough to obtain seats, many men, young and
old, were standing along the side walls and in
the space to the rear of the seats.
It was, in fact, a record-breaking audience
that had gathered for the free intellectual feast
promised by the smiling professor, or " Human
Dynamo," as he described himself, who now
stood before them.
" Friends," he began, in easy, conversa-
tional tones, " in the words of the late Marc
Antony, ' I am no orator as Brutus was, ' hence
if you have come here expecting to be treated
to an outpouring of eloquence, you are doomed
to disappointment. I am here not to juggle
with figures of speech, but to give you a few
plain facts in regard to the red-headed man—
the human dynamo, as I have named him, who
moves the world and keeps the wheels of prog-
ress, achievement, and prosperity turning ever
onward.
" Look back over the world's history, and
you will find the men with red hair everywhere
conspicuous, looming up like beacon lights on a mountain top or
lighthouses along the seashore, to illuminate the pathway of
mankind with their brilliancy and lead the torchlight procession
of advancement.
" As I have stated in my preliminary announcements, Samson
of old, Alexander the Great, Napoleon Bonaparte, George Wash-
ington, and the two Marks all had red hair. So did King Philip
of Macedon, Julius Caesar, Xerxes the Great, Hannibal, Cyrus,
Scipio, Charlemagne, Oliver Cromwell, the Duke of Wellington,
Lord Nelson, Commodore Farragut, Pericles, Copernicus, Soc-
rates, Dante, Shakespeare, Michael Angelo, Sir Isaac Newton,
Benjamin Franklin, Herbert Spencer, Thomas A. Edison, and
thousands of others of the world's greatest rulers, warriors,
poets, painters, philosophers, inventors, astronomers, statesmen,
and thinkers in all branches of human knowledge and discovery.
" Most people, when they read of Julius Caesar at the head of
his legions; of Hannibal crossing the Alps and swooping down
on his enemies like an eagle from the clouds; of Copernicus
sitting up nights inventing the wonderful Copernican system or
time-table, by which the planets revolve on their axle-trees and
are ever hurled onward through space without colliding with each
other; of Benjamin Franklin writing his 'Poor Richard's Al-
manac ' with one hand and turning his printing press with the
other; of Sir Isaac Newton discovering the law of gravitation — I
repeat, most people, when they read of the achievements of these
NOT EXPECTED OF HIM.
" So you want a job, hey ? Well, what did you do at your last place ?"
" I didn't do anything. 1 was the office-boy."
BeKiivcL Tke
great personages, do not pause as they should to wonder
what sort of looking men they were — whether they were
tall or short, stout or thin, blond or brunette.
" This, however, is a vastly important thing to know.
" It is time that people woke up to the significance of
the fact that the majority of the world's greatest' men
have been men with fiery polls, or at least with hair of
some one of the many shades of red.
" Subtract the work accomplished by the man with
red hair from the sum total of human achievement and
progress, and nine-tenths of the pages of history would
be blank or sadly riddled.
" It is the red-headed man that has done things and is
still doing them!
" Look around among your own friends and acquaint-
ances, and see if the man with brick-dust or old-gold
hair is not invariably more successful in business, in
politics, or in love than his competitors.
" A little observation will show you that such is the
tase. There is no denying the fact that
the cards of destiny are stacked in favor
of the red-headed man — or, in other
words, the man with red hair is it !
" What next?
" Yes, gentlemen, the question arises,
What next? Shall we, to whom nature
has unkindly denied the boon of red hair,
sit down with folded hands and let the
' bricktops ' own the earth?
"For one, I say, No — a thousand
times no ! Instead of meekly submitting
to fate, rather let us join the all-con-
quering procession of red-heads and get
our share of the good things of the earth
as they come along.
" You wouldn't think it to look at me,
gentlemen, but one brief year ago I was
as seriously handicapped by hirsute adorn-
ment of an undesirable hue as the most
of you are at present. But I called the
wonders of chemistry to my aid, and
after a few weeks of experimenting sue-
ceeded in perfecting the compound which
produced the flowing golden locks which now adorn my
head.
" This transformation alone was wonderful, but this
was only the beginning of the many changes that were
to be brought about through the influence of that re-
markable discovery. It colored my whole life as well
as my hair. It changed me from a pessimist to an
octopus — I should say an optimist. It lighted up my
pathway and pointed out the royal highway of success.
" It has given me a sure foothold on the ladder of
prosperity, and has been literally worth thousands of
dollars to me.
" I want to see all my fellow-men benefited in the
same way, and that is why I am here to-night, relating
the wondrous powers and virtues of Snodgrass's Sam-
sonian Hair Renovator. It not only renovates and
brightens the hair, but renovates and brightens the brain
beneath it.
" The Samsonian Hair Renovator is simply priceless.
It is worth its weight in rubies to any man, but I am
selling it at the merely nominal figure of two dollars a
bottle, and as only one application is necessary every
six weeks, a bottle will last for years.
" Now, who will have the first bottle at two dollars?
All you've got to do is to sit right still and raise your
hands, and the ushers will pass through the aisles and
hand you the bottles and take your cash. 1 have only a
thousand bottles here to-night, and as there are fully
two thousand people in the audience, some of you are
bound to get left in this grand distribution of bottled
optimism and prosperity. Sorry I haven't more of it
with me, but I didn't anticipate such a magnificent out-
pouring, and— ah! up go the hands by the score and
hundreds' Be patient, gentlemen, and we will get
around to each one as rapidly as possible."
Several large cases were carried to the front of the
stage, and the exchange of bottles of the Samsonian
ANOTHER CASE FOR THE POLICE.
**" Roost— " what ™&e* you so restless, dearie?"
- d°»'< "<"<>>«< We are threatened b,
Hair Renovator for two-dollar bills had been rapidly
proceeding for some minutes, when there was a sudden
stir in the back part of the hall, and a late-comer, a
big, broad-chested six-footer, pushed past the door-
keeper, brushed aside the fringe of standees, and came
striding down the centre aisle straight toward the stage.
In his haste he had even forgotten to remove his hat.
" I've run you down at last, you red-headed swin-
dler! Just wait till I get at you !" he shouted, shaking
his fist at the aureoled " professor," who was beamingly
supervising the work of exchanging bottles of hair reno-
vator for greenbacks, which he carefully stowed away
in his capacious pockets as fast as received.
As may readily be surmised, an interruption at this
moment was most unwelcome. The smile on the " pro-
fessor's" face was instantly replaced by a frown. He
glanced uneasily in the direction of the newcomer.
" Some of you ushers put that man out! He's either
drunk or crazy ! Put him outdoors and keep him out !"
he shouted.
Two of the ushers caught the six-footer by the shoul-
ders, but he shook them off as easily as a bulldog dis-
posing of two spaniels, and strode on up the aisle.
"Crazy am I?" he roared. " Well, I certainly was
crazy as a loon when I paid you two dollars for a bottle
of that villainous compound of yours. Just see what it
did to my brain-pan ! Do you wonder that I keep my
hat on even when I sleep? Look at my topknot !" hastily
snatching off his hat. " Beautiful shade of golden red,
isn't it? Green, I call it — grass green! That is the
sickening spectacle your red-headed hair renovator has
made of me! Think I like it? Imagine I enjoy having
my roof look like the seventeenth of March or the green
light in front of a police station?"
By this time the audience had begun to sit up and
take notice. The exchange of currency for the Snod-
grass brand of hair renovator had suddenly ceased. The
people who had parted with their two-dollar bills were be-
ginning to mutter discontentedly. It was a critical mo-
ment. The " professor " knew that to quell
the rising insurrection he must act promptly.
"Call an officer," he commanded, "and
have that man taken out and put in the
lock-up where he belongs. He is a black-
mailer. I never sold him a bottle of my
" Yes, you did, you red-headed Ananias !"
broke in the verdure-crowned stranger.
" You sold me a bottle of it a month ago at
your lecture in Junction City. I followed
the directions on the wrapper for a week,
and then I caught sight of myself in t^e
glass, and I've been following on your trail
of speech the gentleman from Junction City clambered
upon the stage and sailed in.
Two minutes later a badly-disheveled individual with
close-cropped, black hair emerged from the cyclone that
was in progress in the centre of the stage, shot out of
the rear entrance to the auditorium, tumbled headlong
into a waiting auto-cab, and was rapidly whirled away
in the direction of the station.
"Gentlemen," calmly remarked the burly stranger
from Junction City, facing the audience, and holding up
in one hand a wig with long, flowing locks of sunset hue,
and in the other a handful of greenbacks, "gentlemen,
the modern Samson has been shorn as completely and in
far less time than Delilah could have done the job. His
golden tresses, it turns out, were as fraudulent as his
compound for producing red hair.
" I think it likely we have seen the last of the ' pro-
fessor ' in this section of the country. In the haste of
his departure he has left behind him his handsome red
wig and a fair-sized wad of greenbacks that will just
about pay my traveling expenses and day's wages for
the time I've spent in running him down.
" I don't know whose money it was that this ex-
Samson was lugging around with him, but if any person
present thinks he has a better right to the plunder than
I have, let him step forward and present his claim, here
and now before I leave this platform, or forever after
hold his jaw.
" Once — twice — three times, gentlemen, are you all
done? Not a chirp from anybody, and the money goes
to the man who earned it by two minutes' honest toil.
Goocl-by, gentlemen, I'm off!"
And thrusting the handful of bills into one pocket,
and the captured wig into another, the victor in the re-
cent person il discussion clapped his hat on over his
green-thatched dome, sprang nimbly from the platform,
and with the stride of a conquering hero or a grenadier
passed down the aisle and out into the night, leaving an
admiring audience to follow suit.
ever since
" I have overtaken you at last, and
right here is where we square accounts.
I'm here for the purpose of getting my two
dollars back, with a couple hundred plunk-
ers on top of it for damages, or giving you
the all-firedest and best-deserved licking you
ever had in your life. That's what!"
And without further waste of the flowers
ONE WAY OUT OF IT.
' What ever made you cut that hole in your roof ?"
" Had to. My wife objects to my smoLing in the house."_
it
The Bowery Kid
44
WOT'S dat? Do I hang up me stockin's on
C'ris'mus?"said" the Bowery Kid." "Say,
d'youse know I'm t'irteen, goin' on fifteen,
an' kin lick anyt'ing me size in de ward? Dis stockin'
bizness is all to de merry fur kids an' goils wot ain't
got dere eddication /et, but dis guy knows a few t'ings.
Dat's right.
" Wen I wuz a kid, dough, I uster hang up me
socks. Dat is, w'en I had any ter hang up, fur de old
lady allus fought it wuz healt'ier ter go widout 'em.
She said it give de feet a chance ter grow, an' by de
looks uv mine she wuz dead right. Talkin' uv feet
makes me t'ink uv de C'ris'mus de old man got pinched.
He went in ter git a pair uv shoes, an' got inter a scrap
wid de shoe clerk. He claimed he wore size tens, but de
clerk kept tellin' him he could take nines. Well, w'en
dey wasn't lookin' he follered de advice an' did take
nines. In course dey pinched him — not de shoes, but de
cops. He give de story in court jest like I'm tellin'
youse, an' it tickled de judge so dat he only give him
five days. Dat's right.
" But erbout hangin* up me socks. I wuz a young
an' innereent guy erbout nine w'en I did dat fur de last
time. I saved up me dough an' bought a pair uv stock-
in's 'bout eight feet long, an* hung 'em back uv de stove
an' went ter bed dat C'ris'mus Eve, t'inkin' uv all de
good t'ings dear old Santa wuz goin' ter put in 'em.
But say, boss, de way dis kid got it in de neck wuz orful.
I heard sum one in me room dat night, an' fought it
wuz Santa, but it wuz de old man, an' he took de new
stockin's I'd bought an' went out an' soaked 'em fur one
drink. Dat's right.
" Say, talkin' uv C'ris'mus makes me fink uv de hard
luck uv me old pal, Dinkey. Guess youse never met
Dinkey, did youse? Say, he wuz de prince uv kings,
dat guy wuz. He uster hang out in our shanty an' sleep
wid me, 'cause he fought he wuz a orphan, an' we uster
sell papes tergeder. Well, one C'ris'mus Eve we wuz
in our bunk, talkin' uv pirates, w'en erlong comes a guy
dat same night, an' claims he wuz Dinkey's uncle, an'
had been lookin' fur him fur years. Poor Dinkey had
to go wid him an' live in a swell brownstone house,
'cause his uncle wuz rich, an' dey put him in school, an'
made him wear Sunday clothes an' keep his face clean
an' part his hair every day. Wot luck- some poor guys
do have! He never harmed no one, did Dinkey, an' yet
it wuz his luck dat a big stiff should come erlong an'
spoil his life. Jest as he wuz learnin' ter smoke, too.
Well, as de old woman uster say when she found she
didn't have de price uv a pint, dis world is full uv trou-
ble, an' we all must have a piece uv it. Dat's right.
"Wot! Is dis bill fur me, boss? Fur me C'ris'mus,
eh? Hully gee! but I never had so much dough all ter
once! How am I goin' ter blow it? Well, foist I'm
goin' ter give de old lady a dollar on C'ris'mus to git
some clothes an' a hat wid. She woiks pretty hard over
I FAIN would indite
A few verses to Polly.
Something clever and bright
I fab would indite
That would cause her delight.
Something tender, yet jolly.
I fain would indite
A few verses to Polly.
Dear Polly, 1 write-
But I'd rather caress you.
Were you only in sight 1
Dear Polly, I write—
I'm not satisfied quite
With the way I address you.
Polly, darling, I write.
But I'd rather caress you I c. j.
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v
" It's full of them," declared
the salesman. " In the first
place, it is guaranteed to get out
of order before it has been used
a week."
" Is that its most, realistic
feature?" inquired Mrs. Maitron.
" Hardly," replied the sales-
man. " Its most realistic fea-
ture is the diabolical pleasure
it seems to take in running over
the carpet."
HE SPOKE CARELESSLY.
PATIENT—" Sorry to bring you all the way
out here, doctor."
DOCTOR — " Oh, don't worry about that. I
can see another patient and kill two birds with
one stone."
de wash-tub, an' de only fun she gits outer life is ter
dress up an' go ter a wake an' hear wot's goin' on in de
neighborhood. I don't know erbout de old man, dough.
Youse can't trust him wid much coin on ercount uv dat
orful first uv his. I t'ink I'll blow him ter a necktie,
even if he don't wear no shirt or collar. Me little sis-
ter— she's four — she gits a dozen bananers all
fur herself, an' fur once she'll git her fill uv
dem. In course I'll giv her a doll an' sum od-
der t'ings. An' youse kin gamble dat I don't
furgit me kid brudder. Dere's a good little
guy fur youse! He's been teasin' me to learn
him ter smoke, an' I'll git him a pipe an' sum
terbacker on C'ris'mug, an' he'll have de time
uv his life. Oh, youse kin bet I'll put dat
bill ter good use! Dat's right.
" Well, so-long, boss. Any time youse
wants a guy licked youse send fur me, an'
dere'll be nuttin' to it but one punch in de jaw.
T'anks fur de present, an' I hopes yer have de
merriest kind uv a C'ris'mus. Dat's right."
True to Its Kind.
S. MAITRON wandered through the
mazes of the fascinating toyshop, and
finally stopped at the counter which held a
diversified assortment of mechanical playthings.
" I wish to see a toy for a boy of five years,"
she said to the salesman.
"Something on this order?" ventured the
salesman, displaying a shaggy bear which
danced about in fits and starts.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed Mrs. Maitron. "I
must have something more modern."
" How about this toy automobile? It's a
remarkable little plaything."
"Yes; the automobile would seem better
suited to my purpose. Has it any up-to-date
features?"
Dl
A Vague Idea.
kURING his first visit to a
farm little Willie came in-
to the house, crying softly.
" What is the matter, dear?"
asked his mother.
" I went out to see the
cows, and they didn't give noth-
ing but milk," sobbed the boy.
" What did you expect?" inquired the mother.
"I'm not sure what I expected," replied Willie;
but, mother, where does beef -tea come from?"
IGHTNING never strikes twice in the same place be-
' cause the place isn't there after the first visit.
A SIXTH SENSE.
Bobby—" Sitter must be able to see in the dark."
Mother — " How »o ?"
Bobby—" Became last night, whenjjhe was sitting with Mr. Staylate in the
parlor, I heard her say, ' Why, Tom, you haven't shaved !' "
The Drummer's Tale
By J. W. Foley
THE REMINISCENT drummer sat, with his legs
crossed, at his ease, a paper, half unfolded, full
of news, upon his knees. He heard them spin
their simple yarns of travel here and there; tales of the
grip and road they were — of rural bills-of-fare; of bills
of dry-goods bought and sold; of lovelorn afternoons; of
pickles, crackers, vinegar; of codfish, beans, and prunes.
And when their little tales were told he had a tale to tell
of battle with unnumbered foes and conflict fierce as —
well:
" It happened down in Panama," he said ; " the night
was still and heavy with a swampy mist. I had no
heart to kill, but to my tent I heard them come by thou-
sands, fierce and bold, each with his dagger sharp and
keen. My blood ran icy cold. I was alone — no friend
was near. I rose from out my bed to grapple with this
horde of foes. Soon was I bloody red from half a hun-
dred stabs, I swear ; and on they came, as though the
gates of hell had opened wide and every man a foe.
" One slipped upon me ere I knew. I struck at him
and missed; he drove his dagger to its hilt in my re-
treating wrist. And then, enraged, I struck again — the
lust of blood and strife swept o'er me like a wave, and 7
crushed out his vicious life. His body dropped there at
my feet; another took his place, and blood flowed from
a thrust of his and trickled down my face. But soon I had
him in my hands, all blood and gory red — with one great
blow I crushed his skull, and he fell down there — dead!
" They swarmed
like fiends into my
tent; the dead were
laid so thick I
stepped on bodies as
I fought. My heart
grew faint and sick ;
but, though they
struck me blow on
blow and wounded
me, and hot they
pressed upon me for
my life, they found
no mortal spot.
There, in that still
and tropic night,
they struck and
slashed, and then,
with eye to eye and
thrust to thrust, we
struck and struck
again, until I
thought, with misted
eye, of home and
friends, to whom no
message tender could
I send, there oti the
brink of doom. „
" One stole behind tells u
me as I fought, his dagger sought my neck, but with
one mighty fist I struck, and left him there, a wreck of
bloody pulp and broken bones ; another struck my throat
and missed my throbbing jugular by half an inch — my
coat was rent with gaping slits that told how fierce
they fought; my brow was wet and red with bloody
froth. Ah ! I can see them now, their ranks unbroken,
though I killed a score of them, but still they pressed
on me from every side to kill and kill and kill!
" No man will know how many slain I laid about me
there ; how many eyes looked up at me with fixed and
glassy stare. So heavy fell my mighty hand that from
a blow alone full many a one of them fell dead with not
a cry or moan. Ah, heaven, it made me deathly sick !
The night was dank and hot, and over me from head to
heels was scarce a place or spot their daggers had not
pierced my flesh; but, though my blood ran free, I
had no mortal wound — but weak, ah, weak as I could
be!
" But I escaped, no matter how. And I am here to
tell the tale of that mad tropic night, but just how many
fell I could not tell you if I would; and often in the
night I dream of it, and wake all cold with a shrill cry
of fright. I see them come, with daggers sharp; they
strike at me and miss; no terror of my mortal days is
half akin to this. For fierce they are and know no
friend, and wild and know no law, and all the marshes
give them birth down there in Panama."
Had Two Faults.
WTNCLE REMUS, besides be-
^ ing an inveterate horse-
trader, was something of a
wag. One day, after swapping
a rather disreputable-looking
nag, he said,
" Now, stranger, I'll tell
yer fair. Dat hoss hab got
two faults."
"And more, too, I guess,"
assented the other. " But what
are they?"
" Wa-al, ef he gits out in de
field he's de hahdes'
hoss ter ketch ye
ever seed, an' when
yer ketch 'im he ain't
wuth a cuss."
A Loser.
« UOW do you
" know that
Mrs. Rogers isn't go-
ing to have new furs
this winter?"
" I played bridge
with her last night. "
FREE WILL.
Ah m told yo' Soul Carolinian delegates will be uninstructed. "
Deed, yas, sah. We am liee as air jes' so long as we do wot Mislah Cortelyou
Mariar" Gets a Grand Square
By A. B. Lewis
THEY said their name was Perkins, and that they
were from Podunkville, and they insisted on
shaking hands with the salesman in the music-
store who came forward to take their order.
Then the woman asked,
" Do you keep pianners?"
" Well, a few of them, ma'am," smiled the salesman,
with a wave of his hand at the forty or fifty instruments
in plain sight around them.
" We've cum to buy Mariar a pianner fur Christmas,"
announced the husband. " She's our darter."
" I see, sir. Well, you couldn't present a young lady
with anything on Christmas that would give her more
pleasure. Something, too, that will last a lifetime."
"I ain't so sartin of that," spoke up the woman
again. " When I was a gal we bought a organ that the
man said would last forever, but it didn't. Of course
once the roof fell in on it, and once it got full of rain-
water— and then mebbs pianners is stronger than organs.
Pa traded it fur a calf when it was ready to fall to
pieces, and "
" If you'll just follow me, please," broke in the sales-
man as he led the way to the back of the store. " Now,
how would you like a beautiful instrument of this kind?"
" Is that a nianner?" asked the man.
" Yes, this is called an upright, and it is one of our
good makes. This instrument is valued at two hundred
and fifty dollars."
"Good lands, but I wanter know!" ejaculated the
man from Podunkville, while his wife was apparently
too astonished to express the surprise she felt. " Why,
great snakes! we kin git an organ fur eighteen dollars
over at Skinner's Creek jest as big as that, but we
wanted sunthin larger."
" Oh, you are probably looking for one of the old
square make?"
" One of them like you see in the opery-house. "
" I guess this is the style you mean," said the sales-
man as he led them to another part of the store.
" Yep, them's pianners," declared the woman know-
ingly. "Lands, but ain't that one with the big legs
purty, Hezekiah?"
" Purty as a pictur' ! What might that one be wuth?"
" You can have that, sir, for forty dollars. You must
understand, though, that it's a very old-style instru-
ment."
" By gum,' but ain't she a bargain!" exclaimed the
old farmer as he patted the clumsy affair and looked it
over admiringly. " Ma, there's sum lumber in that
pianner, I'm a-tellin' you."
PERSONAL ITEM.
Mr. Cy Linder Bore has unexpectedly returned to his stables and the turf again.
" I never seen an eleganter one, Hezekiah. "
The salesman walked away a short distance to let
them talk it over, and when he was out of hearing the
woman whispered,
" Hezekiah, I ain't never done nothin' wrong yit,
when I knowed it wuz wrong, and I ain't goin' to begin
now."
" What you drivin' at, ma?"
" At this pianner. You don't 'spose a big, fat pianner
this size kin be sold fur forty dollars, when that skinny
one he fust showed us is two hundred and fifty dollars,
do you?"
" It do seem purty queer."
" Why, of course it do, Hezekiah, and when the mis-
take wuz diskivered this poor clerk, who may have a
large family to keep, would be discharged. No; he's
got these planners mixed, and we can't hev it on our
conscience."
The matter was explained to
the salesman, and he was given
every opportunity to correct
any mistake that had been
made, but it was finally neces-
sary to call the proprietor to
assure the couple that they
could have the larger piano for
the price named. When the
sale had been made the happy
purchasers shook hands with
the salesman again, and as they
were leaving the store the man
from Podunkville said to his
wife,
" Great snakes, but only
forty dollars fur a pianner that
will nigh fill the hull parler,
and lay over any thin' of the
Aind in the county! It's pun-
kin seeds to doughnuts that
Mariar will swoon right down
on the floor when she sees
her Christmas present bein'
dragged into the house !"
Office Personalities.
E blotter — Retentive; ab-
sorbs a great deal.
The desk — Receptive, sym-
pathetic; likes to be leaned on.
The ink-well — Extremely
versatile; can write a wrong
or wrong a write.
The scissors— Sarcastic and
malicious; very cutting and
ever willing to separate.
The paste-pot — Persistent,
persevering; possesses the fac-
ulty of sticking to things.
The pen — Enterprising, am-
bitious ; ever waits for an op-
portunity to make its mark.
The waste-basket — Intemperate, aggressive; fre-
quently gets full, and is fond of scraps.
The writing-table — Diminutive, quiet; can easily be
covered, and always remains stationary.
The calendar — Contemporaneous, but lazy; always up
to date, but frequently takes a month off.
The revolving chair — Retrogressive, but philan-
thropic; goes backward, but is always ready to do a
good turn. PBRRINB LAMBERT.
An Annoying Error.
'IpHAT was a very annoying typographical error that
* crept into the papers the other day, telling how a
prominent society man had been held up by highwaymen
and " robbed of his watch and other vegetables." The
editor has come out with an explanation that the last
word was not vegetables, but valuables.
"SNOWIN" AG'IN, EH? WE NEED SNOW!"
Useless Trouble.
TOMLINSON had gone south on busi-
ness, and early one morning he set
out to call on a customer who lived
several miles from town. There were
no transportation facilities, and Tomlin-
son, after having found that he couldn't
even hire a horse decided to walk. He
had accomplished a little more than half
of his journey when he arrived at the
bank of a river, where a robust negro
operated a ferry.
Dipping into his pockets for the nec-
essary change, Tomlinson discovered with
considerable chagrin that he had left his
money at the hotel. He hadn't a cent
with him. Assuming a bold front, how-
ever, he asked,
" Eph, do you take people across the
river?"
" Well, boss, Ah reckon hit wouldn'
do me no good ter opehrate dis yeh ferry
ef Ah didn'."
"Come, then; take me over. I'm in a hurry."
" Ah on'y chahges five cents."
Tomlinson again felt in all his pockets, and failing to
find a coin of any kind, said,
" Very well ; that will be all right. I forgot to bring
any change with me ; but I'll pay you when I come back. "
" Ain't yo' all got five cents?"
" No; I forgot to bring my pocketbook. But it will
be all right — I'll pay you when I return. Come! I'm in
a hurry."
" All Ah chahges is five cents."
"I know," Tomlinson impatiently replied, again
searching his pockets. " I don't happen to have the
change; but never mind about that. I'll be coming back
this way in a little while, and I'll pay you then."
SAFETY IN THE SIMPLE LIFE.
" Aren't you glad, Birdiana, that we are simple folks ?"
HOPELESS.
Now don't ask me another question. Little boys should not be too inquisitive.'
Why mustn't I ask you any more, daddy ? And what's inquisitive f"
"Jes' five cents. Dat's all Ah eber chahges fo*
takin" ennybody oveh."
" I understand that fully; but it will be all right. I
must get over immediately. Hurry, now ! I can't afford
to waste time listening to your explanations. I don't
object to your price."
" An' yo' all ain't got five cents?"
"NO! NO! NO! How many times must I tell you
that I forgot to bring any money with me?"
" Hit's on'y five cents."
" You've told me that a dozen times. I'll see that
you get it when I return."
" An' yo' all hasn't got five cents?"
" Confound you! do you suppose I'd stand here wast-
ing time if I had? Come, now; hurry. I must get over
there at once."
" Well, boss, hit seems ter me dat a
man whut ain't got five cents might jes'
as well be on one side ob de ribbeh as
deyutheh." s. E. RISER.
The Nature of the Beast.
[RS. GUNSON was entertaining a.
visitor when Nora appeared at the
door of the drawing-room.
" Plaise, mum, will yez tell me phat
yez want done wid th' oyster-shells yez
left from lunch?" she inquired.
" I want them thrown away, of
course," replied Mrs. Gunson.
" Yis, mum; but Oi didn't know phere
to throw thim," replied Nora. " Do they
be ashes or jarbridge?"
Fashion Note.
1 AST year's overcoats are very much
** worn.
A MESSAGE FROM THE SPIRIT WORLD.
The Speediac.
SPEED, speed, speed !
What of the things that we read,
Telling of woe and of death and disaster?
Turn on the power! Ho! faster and faster!
Over the highways, down through the lane —
Little care we for huge wagons of grain.
Let us have at 'em, grind 'em to powder!
Honk with your horn, there, louder and louder!
Speed !
Let us have speed !
Ha, for the road with the twist and the curve !
That was a beauty — that was a swerve !
Straining the axles and straining the wheels,
Grinding the car till each bolt in it squeals — •
Squeals like a creature that's griping in pain!
Here is another! Have at it again !
Speed !
Let brakes be freed !
Throw 'em away, for they only impede.
What is that scream in the distance we hear?
Is it in front or far back at the rear?
Some one is down, but we are away,
Pounding to dust all the broad highway,
Monarchs of all to the uttermost scene
Here in our thunderbred lightning machine!
Speed !
Give us more speed !
We have no care for the shapeless that bleed.
On like the course of the blustering wind,
Careless of what lies before or behind!
Breath of my nostrils, kfe to my soul,
Gliding and sliding past any control !
OVER THE CLIFFS! Ha! downward we fly-
Iron scrap, human scrap, we by and by.
Crashings ahead and black ruin behind,
One moment longer and — ah, never mind !
We've done our work and won by a breath
The record in speeding the Highway to Death !
JOHN KBNDRICK BANGS.
Modern Methods.
(( JkJt OTHER, of course business methods have
*** changed, and people do things quicker than
they used to, don't they?"
"Why, certainly, dear."
" When grandma was little and
ordered things from the city, she
had to wait a long time for them
to come, didn't she?"
"To be sure, my dear. Why
do you ask?"
"Well, I was thinking Santa
Claus has adopted modern busi-
ness methods and wants to be
sure his presents get here on
time. I see he has already stored
the things I asked for in the old
cupboard in the storeroom."
Not Well To Butt In.
« A FTER the crash," imparted
the first hospital surgeon
to the second, " I ran over to where
it lay on the pavement; and when
I raised it up I saw at once that
its ribs were smashed, while a
gaping hole was torn in its "-
" Pardon me, doctor," broke in the medical student,
who had caught these words as he was about to pass by
into the consumptive ward; " but if you have no objec-
tions, I'd like to take a few notes on that accident
case." He pulled his notebook from his pocket. "Was
the case a child?"
•
" No, " the surgeon informed him, to his embarrass-
ment. " I was speaking of my umbrella."
Promptly Proven.
She — " Men and women can't be judged by the same
standards. For instance, a man is known by the com-
pany he keeps."
He — " And a woman by the servants she can't keep."
THE POINT OF VIEW.
Mrs Hen — " Willie has a bad cold. I believe he got his feet
wet."
Dr. Drake — " H'm I Nonsense. He may have kept them too
warm and dry."
Mabel (gushingly) — '
Kathfnne — " Only ten cents an ounce.
A LOVE AFFAIR.
JT WAS Sunday afternoon
and they were strolling
slowly along the boulevard.
Suddenly he took her arm
lovingly and leaned over, with
his face close to hers.
"Do you love me?" he
whispered.
She laughed merrily, but
did not answer. This seemed
to encourage him, for, with a
quick movement, he slipped
his arm around her waist.
She pulled away hastily
and, w'th a frown, said,
" Don't do that!"
He persisted, and she be-
came angry.
" Don't do that!" she re-
peated. " What will people
think? You act as if you
were drunk ! I'll turn around
and go the other way if you
don't stop. "
Paying no attention to her
protestations, he continued
his efforts to encircle her
waist. Once he tried to kiss her, and at each attempt
she became more and more vehement in her protes-
tations.
At length the little boy who was tagging along be-
hind could stand it no longer. With all the force that
his five short years could muster, he exclaimed,
" Papa, 1 think it is real mean to tease mamma that
way!"
L. A. O'Brien, Winston-Salem, N. C.
MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME.
JAKE was a German carpenter. With
his two men he had driven out to
work on a barn. It came dinner time,
and Jake and the boys gathered up their
tools and hurried for the wagon, for a
big bank of black clouds was gathering.
Soon the rain was coming on at a twenty-
mile-per-hour gait. Just as they reached
the wagon the storm struck, but in they
jumped, expecting to make a run for
home. As it happened, Jake was driv-
ing a speedy little mare, but she h'ad one
fault — she would balk, and the excite-
ment of the situation put her in mind of it.
"Git ub!" said Jake, as the rain
streamed down in sheets. "Gitub!" And
he plied the gad, but Molly wouldn't move.
One of the hands suggested that they
had better go back to the barn for shelter,
but Jake answered," Nein, nein; youshust
set shtill. We git heem shtarted burty
soon, und then we make ub for lost time. "
time 1 ask you tor
Datus R. Jones, Bowling Green, O. Artist lodger
NOT EXPENSIVE.
" Isn't that (aint tinge of gold in Sarah's hair perfectly dear?"
"
ACCOUNTED FOR.
«4 l^f AMMA," said little Elsie, " do men ever go to
AV* heaven?"
" Why, of course, my dear. What makes you ask?"
"Because I never see any pictures of angels with
whiskers."
" Well, " said the mother thoughtfully, " some men do
go to heaven, but they get there by a close shave."
C. 0. Reinhold, Lansdale, Pa.
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.
1 — " Look here! I'm tired of running to you for my rent. This is the last
it'
-"Good I Is that a promise ?"
Her Great Discovery
By A. B. Lewis
tt KJO, GEORGE," she said, after he had told her the
old, old story; " I can never be yours."
" You love another!" he groaned.
"No; honestly, I don't."
" Then there is hope. Listen to me, Madge. My
salary was almost doubled last week."
" I am glad for your sake, George."
" And I am to be taken into the business inside of a
year."
"That's lovely, of course; but"—
" And some day, maybe within five or six years, I'll
be worth a lot of money."
"Yes, I know, George; but"—
" We would live in a beautiful residence and have
servants and horses."
" You talk like a fairy story. Say no more, George,
for "—
" And we'll have our steam yacht and Newport villa
and go to Europe every spring."
" Five years is a long time. You would probably be
tired of me long before that."
INCENTIVE LACKING.
" What a distinguished-looking man Lord Muttinchoppe is !
over here looking for an American wife ?"
" Why, of course not! Didn't you know he is very wealthy ?"
" Never!" he exclaimed fervently, as he reached for
her hand. "I love you as woman was never loved be-
fore. And another thing. 'Three months ago I plunged
on stocks and cleared up a neat little sum."
" Yes, it's very clever of you, George; but "-
" I invested part of it in an automobile, and the ma-
chine will be ready for us to try to-morrow."
" Oh, George!"
"It is one of those handsome big touring-cars that
always make your mouth water when they fly by. My!
but it's a beauty !"
For two or three minutes she made no reply; then,
as she returned the pressure of his hand, she said,
" George, I — I have just made a great discovery."
" What is it, Madge?" he asked.
" I — I have just discovered that you are my affinity."
Captious Criticism.
« ¥JAEDON me>" said the budding poet to the crabbed
editor. " May I inquire why you do not wish to
accept my poems? Are the feet wrong?"
"The feet are passable," replied the
crabbed editor, with some acerbity, " but
the poems are bow-legged."
A North Pole Honeymoon.
I HAVE a sledge that's filled with furs, .
A reindeer four-in-hand, sweet soul.
To me it happily occurs
A honeymoon at the north pole,
Where we can be alone, my love,
And freeze together with a kiss,
And on the polar heights above
In ice-cream sodas find our bliss.
Come, let my reindeers caracole,
The runners of my sledge grow hot.
Th' Ultima Thule of my soul
Will cool said runners like as not.
Ecstatic gargoyles of Jack Frost
Adorn our icy little cot;
Cold-storage eggs, at half the cost,
We'll boil in some stalactite pot.
Come, let us freeze together, love,
And hibernate like loving bears,
And squeeze together hand in glove —
The pole alone is free from cares.
WALTER BEVEBLEY CRANE.
Poor Critter!
« ¥ HEAR that your husband is critically
* ill, Mrs. Tiff," said Mr. Gummey.
"Yes; he is. He criticises the doctor,
and he criticises the nurse, and he criticises
me. Oh, he's critically ill all right."
Grave Enough.
tt XATHERE is the centre of gravity, pa?"
I wonder if he is Y^f „ An Englishman) if there's one in
the crowd."
THE FIRST TASK.
His reverence — " Pat, Pat ! you're making a mistake
in teaching a child of such tender years to smoke the pipe."
Pal — " Make yure moind aisy, father. 'Tis not that
Oi'm afther doin' — Oi'm only weanin' th' little divil frum
th' bottle, do ye moind ?"
•
That Was Different.
C< UELLO!"
** "Well?"
" Is this the gas company?"
"Yea."
" My gas bill for last month is one dollar and fifty
cents."
" Well?"
"That is away off, and "
"Just one moment, please."
"Well?"
" In the first place, our men who read the meters are
not in the habit of making mistakes."
" But, you see, we "
" We employ capable fellows who know their busi-
ness, and it is utterly impossible for a mistake to be
made. They turn in their figures after a careful ex-
amination of the meter, and a most competent office
force here does the rest. If you were charged one dollar
and fifty cents for gas last month, you may be dead cer-
tain that you burned exactly that much and no more."
" But I wanted to"—
" Tliere is no use declaring your house has been closed
and you have been out of town. The bill will have to be
paid or we will take out your meter."
" Oh, I'm perfectly willing to pay the dollar and fifty
cents."
" Then what are you kicking about?"
" And this is not a kick."
"It isn't?"
" No. I merely wanted to state that we burned gas
night and day during the month, owing to sickness, and
that th-e bill should have been at least ten dollars. Of
course, if you don't want to correct it, I'm perfectly
satisfied. How about it?"
But the man in the gas office had collapsed.
And He Did.
A CERTAIN college town in the South boasts of a
bridge of privileges. Students take advantage of
the liberty given them through the legend, when driving
with young lady visitors to cross the famous bridge, to
tell the story, and to illustrate it at the propitious
moment of crossing.
The story was told recently that Mr. Dubose was
driving with Miss Brown. The young lady wr.s affected
with a slight, though charming, lisp. When Mr. Dubose
had related the legend of the bridge, he added, " And
now, Miss Brown, when a fellow drives across with his
girl, he has the undisputed privilege of taking her in his
arms and kissing her."
The astonished Miss Brown cried, in wise apprehen-
sion, "Oh, Mithter Duboth!"
Another Version.
AS THEY neared the land the whale began to wail
** bitterly.
" What are you blubbering for?" called Jonah from
the cabin.
"Boo-hoo! You've Jonahed the trip, and I'll have
to cough up the missing profit."
\
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ONLY A RETAILER.
Boozer Brown — " Jest as 1 antiserpated I Dey're goin' let raise
de price uv beer a dollar a keg."
Dull Do/an — "Hump! Dat won't feaze me in de" least I
always buys mine by de glass." »
Taming' a Husband
By Dwight Spencer Anderson
44l*HESE potatoes," remarked Charles to his wife
J[ at breakfast, "are really the most atrocious
stuff I ever ate. You must have soaked them
in lard after you fried them."
"My dear," replied his wife, "you said the same
thing to me yesterday. Try to think up something new
to say about the potatoes to-morrow, won't you, dear?"
"Humph!" ejaculated Charles; "it's the truth.
There's nothing reprehensible in repeating the truth, is
there? The fact is, Mabel, you don't know beans about
cooking, and still you try to fool me into thinking you
do. That's what I object to. Now, it's a very simple
matter to fry potatoes properly. All you have to do is
to stick them in a pan and put them on the stove.
There's nothing very complex about that operation.
Why, you ought to eat some of my mother's potatoes.
She knows how to fry 'em, I'll tell you that!"
" Charles, you must remember that your mother is
an unusually good cook."
" Of course she is ! That's just the point I'm trying
to impress on you. Her potatoes are so crisp and brown
that a fellow never gets enough of them. Why don't
you get her recipe, Mabel?"
" That's an excellent suggestion," she replied. " I'll
'phone for it this morning."
After he had gone Mabel called up her mother-in-law
and persuaded her to make a visit that afternoon for a
few minutes. She said she would have to leave early,
in order to get supper for her family,
but Mabel said that would be all right.
The two women chatted about one
thing and another for a while, and then
Mabel suggested that Mrs. Adams should
cook some potatoes.
" Charles just dotes on your pota-
toes, "she said. " He's always speaking
to me about them, and I know he would
be overjoyed to have them for supper."
So Mrs. Adams fried the potatoes very
carefully and pridefully, and they were
placed in the oven to keep warm until
Charles came home.
' ' As you cannot stay to see your son, ' '
said Mabel adroitly, " won't you write
him a little note and say you fried the po-
tatoes for him? He will be so pleased !"
So Mrs. Adams scribbled the note and
gave it to Mabel. She left immediately
afterward, for she had other potatoes to
fry.
Charles entered the house that even-
ing, tired -and hungry. It had been a
hard day for him at the office. "Did
you get that recipe?" he growled.
"Yes, dear," replied Ma-
bel sweetly.
They sat down for the
Evening meal.
Charles took one taste of the potatoes. " For the
love of Moses, Mabel, you don't mean to tell me you
cooked these potatoes with mother's recipe!"
" They are fried exactly as your mother would do it, Iv
replied Mabel.
"Humph! There's a lot of difference in cooking,
then. Why, these are not so good as we had this morn-
ing! They taste like damp rope or sponge or something
equally indigestible. You don't expect me to swallow
this sort of stuff, and block my circulation in an attempt
to force it to assimilate it, do you?"
" Not if you do not wish to, Charles."
" Well, I certainly won't do it of my own choice. It
would be criminal. I'm not a whale or an ostrich.
Let's go to a restaurant and get something to eat."
Mabel went into the adjoining room, opened her little
writing-desk, and returned with a note in her hand.
"Charley," she said, smiling sweetly, "your mother
called this afternoon and left a note for you." She
handed it to him.
" MY DEAR SON: Mabel said you always speak of my
cooking, and suggested that I fry some potatoes for sup-
per to surprise you. I hope you will enjoy them.
"YOUR AFFECTIONATE MOTHER."
Whe,n he looked up and his eyes met hers, she was
laughing and he was looking very sheepish.
" Won't you have more potatoes, Charley, dear?"
" Yes," he replied; " I believe I will."
FIVE CENTS MORE.
Conductor (on New York street-car) — " Well, I'll get
her in yet it the whole durn thing busts I"
The Ocean Liner of the Future
By Perrine Lambert
A FEW extracts taken at random from the informa-
** tion card of the new octuple-screw steamship De-
mentia:
" The chief of police and the superintendent of the
detective bureau have offices on the main deck of the
steamship. Complaints, if any, of robberies, lost jewels,
and general disturbances should be reported immediately.
A justice of the peace is constantly on hand for the
swearing out of warrants. Hearings are held every
morning before a duly authorized magistrate."
" The stock exchange is located in the main cabin, aft of
the dining-salon. The latest quotations from London, New
York and Paris are received
by ticker. Wireless telegraph
service is maintained between
the steamship and all impor-
tant commercial centres in the
United States and Europe."
" The attention of the pas-
sengers is called to the admi-
rably equipped department
store forward. The store runs
through seven decks, and con-
tains a large quantity of rrer-
chandise of the highest quality.
The prices compare favorably
with those of English and
American shops."
" A children's circus is given
every afternoon on the quarter-
deck aft of the main salon. A
very pleasing entertainment is
presented, with trained dogs,
educated monkeys, cute little
ponies, and funny clowns as
the principal performers."
" Morning newspapers may
be purchased from the library
steward after seven a.m.
Newspapers of the country to
which the steamship is nearest
at the time of publication are
always on sale."
" Passengers who desire to
have their baggage moved to
various parts of the vessel will
find an agent of Modd's Express
in the office of the purser.
The automobile truck makes
daily trips."
" District messenger boys,
commonly called ' ocean grey-
hounds,' may be obtained any
hour of the day or night. The
messenger office is situated on
the hurricane deck. " ' ' was
can one say
"The promenade deck may "Say
be engaged for baseball games, automobile races, balls,
dances, weddings, receptions, and parties in general."
" Carriage service is maintained at all times. Rates
for vehicle hire may be had on application. Apply to
the livery steward."
" Cut flowers, fresh from the steamship's own hot-
houses, may be obtained from the decoration steward."
"The skating-rink is open to passengers from ten
a. m. until nine-thirty p. m."
" Passengers desiring to leave the steamship in mid-
ocean must notify the purser at least three hours in ad-
vance of departure."
A SHAKESPERIAN TOUCH.
s going to say that I recognized her in spite of her disguise by her turned-up nose. E
"She has a turned-up nose ' and avoid such a commonplace expression )"
' Her nose smells to heaven.' "
But how
The Division and Multiplication of Mrs. Irkhard
By Barr Moses
"O
H, DEAR !" sighed Mrs. Irkhard, as the door-
bell rang. " I wish there were two of me."
She was making pies, and her hands
were covered with flour. Very reluctant-
ly she began to wipe them and to take off her apron.
Some of the pies were already in the oven. The doorbell
rang again. Perhaps the visitor would be some one who
would keep her too long, so that the pies would be burned.
"I declare I wish I were half a dozen!" she cried
aloud petulantly.
" Why don't you divide yourself, then?" asked a tiny
voice behind her.
Mrs. Irkhard turned about quickly, and there, on the
shelf which supported the kitchen clock, she saw a little
lady in a green dress, who sat with her brown-stockinged
ankles crossed, swinging her feet idly.
" What?" exclaimed Mrs. Irkhard, in amazement.
" Why don't you divide yourself, I said," replied the
little lady, smiling.
" But how can I?" asked Mrs. Irkhard, much puzzled
and feeling as if she were in a dream.
The doorbell rang again. The impatient caller was
evidently holding the button in this time.
"Divide and multiply yourself," said the lady in
green. " I'll show you how."
All at once she spread a pair of gauzy wings and
flitted down to the baking board. Mrs. Irkhard stood
and stared at her, bewildered.
" All you have to do," went on the little lady, " is to
stand still and say,
' Twenty taters in a row,
This is how I make 'em grow;
Oyster fry and oyster stew,
I had rather be in two.' "
And then, quick as a wink, there were two little
ladies in green standing on the baking board.
" But," they went on, talking in concert, " if you
want to be in three, all you need to do is to say, instead
of the last two lines,
' Chicken pie and fricassee,
I had rather be in three.'
CROSS-SECTION OF A BACHELOR'S HEART. SHOWING INDICATIONS
OF CHRONIC CUPIDITY.
If you want to be in four, say,
' Apple dumpling, apple core,
I had rather be in four. '
For five, say,
' The lobster green we boil alive,
I had rather be in five.'
And for six,
1 Tender pickles and birch toothpicks,
I had rather be in six.'
And six is enough for any woman."
The doorbell rang again.
" ' Twenty taters in a row,
This is how I make 'em grow;
Oyster fry and oyster stew,
I had rather be in two!' "
cried Mrs. Irkhard, in desperation.
No sooner said than done. There she was, two of
her, standing side by side and just exactly alike; but
the little lady on the baking board had vanished.
With a sigh of relief one of her went on with the
baking, while the other hastily finished brushing the
flour from her hands and untying her apron. Then this
second half Mrs. Irkhard went to the front door to see
who was there.
When she came back again half an hour later and
found that her other self had finished with the first
batch of pies and had the second well on the way, she
was highly delighted. The two Mrs. Irkhards stood and
looked at each other and laughed heartily.
" Who was it?" asked the kitchen Mrs. Irkhard, after
a while.
SUGGESTION FOR A LIGHTING ARRANGEMENT AT
THE ENTRANCE OF THE PANAMA CANAL.
WASTED MATERIAL.
" Speak louder, boy; I'm a little deaf."
" Gee, wot's de use of all dem ears 1"
"That old gossipj Mrs. Green," answered the other
Mrs. Irkhard blithely. " Isn't it delightful, dear, that
we can say just what we think about folks to each other,
and no danger of its getting round to them again? I
think it's just fine!"
"So do I," said the kitchen Mrs. Irkhard. "And
just think of all the things I— er— I mean we — no, I
mean I — or, anyway, whichever it is — we some-
how sounds better — we can do ever so many
things now that we couldn't do before. Why,
we can join all the clubs and all of the societies,
and we can attend every meeting. We can go
to the theatre every evening, and at the same
time stay at home and take care of baby."
The other Mrs. Irkhard looked suddenly
anxious.
"I wonder, dear," she said thoughtfully,
" you — you don't suppose it would make any
difference, do you ? There won't — won't be two
babies now, will there?"
" He's lying on my — our bed asleep. We'll
go and see," said the kitchen Mrs. Irkhard.
They tiptoed softly into the bedroom.
For a moment they gazed at the bed in con-
sternation.
"Oh, dear!" gasped one of them. "He's
twins!"
' ' Hush, dear ! Don 't wake him — them, ' ' mur-
mured the other. " When we make ourselves one
again, baby '11 be one, too; and, of course, now,
if he is twins, there's two of us to take care of
him — them."
" Doesn't he — they look too sweet for any-
thing!" whispered the first.
They stooped down and kissed the sleeping
baby or babies, whichever you may choose to
ITS NAME BELIED IT.
Farmer Cornstalk — "Wa-al, I swan! I've bin watchin' thet
newfangled contraption fer half an hour an' blamed if the pesky thing
hes moved yit I"
think the right expression, and returned to the kitchen.
Then an animated conversation ensued, concerning the
number of different things which Mrs. Irkhard wished
to do. She discussed the matter with herself fully, and
came to the conclusion that to do all of the many things
which suggested themselves, it would be handier to be
83 many as possible. The little lady in green had left
directions for dividing herself into six, but no more.
" Let's say the rhyme for six!" exclaimed one of the
two Mrs. Irkhards impulsively, at last.
" All right — let's!" agreed the other.
In coming to this decision Mrs. Irkhard seemed to
have forgotten about the baby.
The two of her stood off, facing each other, and re-
peated the verse in concert:
" ' Twenty taters in a row,
This is how I make 'em grow;
Tender pickles and birch toothpicks,
I had rather be in six.' '
And immediately each of the two Mrs. Irkhards be-
came six Mrs. Irkhards, so that there were twelve Mrs.
Irkhards in all.
"Oh, dear!" they shrieked, and burst out laughing.
" Do you suppose if we said it again we'd each change
into six more?"
And then, in answer to their own question, they re-
plied, " Let's try it."
Then they began again, with little squeals of merri-
ment:
" ' Twenty taters in a row,
This is how I make 'em grow;
Tender pickles and birch toothpicks,
I had rather be in six.' '
Then there was a jam which reminded Mrs. Irkhard
of bargain day. The kitchen was rather small for
seventy-two of her. Some of her were already squeezed
out into the dining-room, and by common consent more
and more kept going until there was breathing room.
From the dining-room they penetrated to other parts of
the house. All at once a cry of horror arose from the
bedroom. As many of Mrs. Irkhard as could do so
crowded to the bedroom door.
The sight which met their eyes was a startling one.
The bed was covered with sleeping infants. So was the
floor. There were seventy-two of them, all exactly
alike.
The first Mrs. Irkhard snatched up the nearest babies
and passed them out to the other Mrs. Irkhards, until at
last they were all provided for and the bedroom was
empty.
Just for a moment Mrs. Irkhard in all of her person-
alities felt desperate. She suddenly remembered that
the little lady in green had left no directions, had taught
her no magic words, for reducing herself to one again.
But in numbers there is strength. Before long she
cheered up. She decided to spend the rest of the day in
a glorious reception for herself, in a sort of mothers'
congress. This enterprise turned out a great success.
Probably never in the history of the world have so many
ladies been gathered into one house who were so con-
genial to each other. Never have so many babies been
brought together without exciting a single spark of jeal-
ousy, envy, or ill-will in the hearts of their mothers.
Mrs. Irkhard found it necessary to send out for extra
provisions, and she realized dimly that if this thing kepi
GOOD PROOF.
" You weren't yourself, uncle, when you came home last night."
" Oh, I must have been. Your aunt wouldn't have let an-
other man in."
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MORE APPROPRIATE.
Misi Inland — " You certainly have a charming country-place here, and, of course, you have
given it some pretty name?"
Mr. Bondholder — " Oh, yes I Mrs. Bondholder calls it ' Idlemoment-by-the-Sea,' but I call
it by its right name, ' Moneysunk.' "
up she would naturally be the cause of a good deal of ex-
pense to her husband; but she did not allow such reflec-
tions to mar the hilarity of the occasion.
About five o'clock that afternoon Mr. Irkhard tele-
phoned that he would not be home to dinner and that
business would keep him late at the office. The Mrs.
Irkhard nearest the 'phone when it rang answered it.
She immediately communicated the news
to the rest of herself. She was inclined
to be suspicious in all of her collective
personality. She argued the matter
with herself and began to wonder what
John would say when he came home and
saw the division and multiplication
which had taken place in his household.
Would he understand? It did not seem
likely.
It was almost twelve o'clock when
John at last came. Seventy-one Mrs.
Irkhards shut themselves up in the two
parlors, while the seventy-second, who
happened to be nearest the door when
John's step was heard, awaited him in
the hall. She had the baby in her arms.
So had the others. He was awake now.
John came in. Mrs. Irkhard kissed
him impulsively. Her suspicions were
confirmed.
"John," she cried, "you've
been " •
But she got no further. The rest
of the Mrs. Irkhards, hearing her voice
and noting its tone of reproach, could
wait no longer. Those nearest flung
the parlor door open. They streamed
out into the hall. They crowded about
their guilty spouse.
John staggered back against the
front door aghast. From where he
stood he could see into both parlors,
which, as well as the hall,
seemed thronged with reproachful
wives. There were seventy-two
of them, all exactly alike, and
each of them had a baby in her
arms. The babies were exactly
alike, too. John would have sworn
to the identity of any given one
of them. Slowly he sank down
on the umbrella stand.
"A — a doctor!" he gasped
weakly. "A — a doctor — a — a
minister — I — I've — I've got — it
— it's terrible! I'll never drink
another drop again! Oh, oh, oh!"
He passed his hand trembling-
ly over his perspiring brow. He
closed his eyes, opened them again,
closed them, and kept them closed.
Mrs. Irkhard had not antici-
pated anything of this kind. Her
anger was turned to sorrow and alarm.
"John, dear," she began, in seventy-two voices, and
tried to explain how it was — to make him understand
that he was not suffering any such hallucination as he
believed. But all their efforts were in vain. John not
only kept his eyes shut, but he stuffed his fingers into
his ears.
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• • • • ...-•
THE TWO LOVES.
Cigarette-spirit—" If thou truly lovest me as well as thou lovest th»t human tvteet-
heart of thine, then kiss her, with my breath still upon your lips."
A Definition.
" VVHAT is the differ"
"THE DARK AGES."
Just at that moment the Mrs. Irkhards in the hall
were attracted by a green object which slid down the
banister. Then they saw that the little lady was sitting
nonchalantly on the edge of the moulding at the top of
the newel post. She held up her hand for silence. They
crowded as close as they could get, anxious and expect-
ant.
" Angel food and carrots red,
It is time to go to bed ;
Cracker, biscuit, cruller, bun,
I had rather be in one,"
she said; then she vanished.
Anxiously, fervidly the seventy-two Mrs. Irkhards
chanted the verses in concert.
With a sigh of delight she found herself reduced to one.
"John," she whispered softly, kneeling at her hus-
band's side, "John, John!"
Slowly, hesitatingly he pulled his fingers out
of his ears. Slowly, hesitatingly he opened his
eyes. He gazed about him distractedly and rose
unsteadily to his feet.
"I— I don't feel well, "he muttered. " I— I
had a kind of a dizzy spell. I felt so faint I had
to sit down for fear of falling. I've been work-
ing too hard — I've got to stop."
"Poor John!" murmured Mrs. Irkhard sym-
pathetically.
Mere Bagatelles.
«( 1*HE Joneses are living in an automobile
* now."
" What have they done with their furniture?"
" Got it with 'em. You know they had always
kept house in a Harlem flat."
ence between pre.
f erred and common
stock?"
" Well, if you buy the
common you lose your
money right off, but if you
buy preferred there is a
little longer delay about
it."
Bourbon Breath.
Georgia citizen — "Gun-
nel Bluecork says when the
South went dry, it took
his breath away."
Alabama citizen — "It
did, suh; and Gunnel Blue-
cork had been priding him-
self on that breath for the
past twenty years."
A Severe Sense.
Grateful mother — "Oh!
Are you the noble young
man who rescued my daughter from a watery grave ?"
Noble young man (who is truly modest) — " Yes, mad-
am; but I assure you I only did it from a sense of
duty."
As to Toes.
OH, goodness knows
There's toes and toes!
There's pinky toes on baby's feet,
And mistletoes are very sweet.
The last I tried on yesternight
When Gladys stood there 'neath the light:
And as the smack resounded through
The house, oh, moment fraught with rue!
I found to'my complete surprise
Her father had a toe likewise.
HORACE DODD GASTIT.
many a slip 'twixt the editor and the
contributor.
A READY RECKONER.
Stranger — " What do you charge (or a thave here ?"
Barber — " Ten cenU a foot."
Little Bobby Criticises.
/•CHRISTMAS DAY was well along. Little Bobby
^^ had gone the rounds of trial and inspection of the
many bounties the joyous time had brought him — edible,
playable, and literary. And now there seemed to be
scorn in his bearing.
" Pa," said he, " about this Little Jack Horner who
sat in a corner, eating a Christmas pie — huh! How
could he pull out a plum just with his thumb? He'd
have to use his finger, too, wouldn't he?"
"Why, I don't know, Bobby," replied Bobby's pa.
"Perhaps."
"And what kind o' pies is pies with plums in 'em,
I'd like to know?" continued little Bobby, incredulity
and scorn increasing. "Was it an egg plum he pulled
out, or just one of these little yellow ones?"
" Oh, I don't know, Bobby."
" What kind of a kid was he, anyhow, stickin' his
thumb in his pie? Guess if I'd stick my thumb in my
pie I'd get it whacked, wouldn't I, pa?"
'" I think you would, Bobby."
" And what was he sittin' 'way off in a corner for?
Didn't his folks have any chairs, pa ? Or was
he hidin" 'cause he didn't want to give his little sister
any of his pie ?"
" Where's your
mother, Bobby? Go
ask her."
" And him a-brag-
gin' about what a
brave boy he was,
just for pullin' a
plum out of a pie!
Rats! I wouldn't be
afraid to pull a doz-
en plums big as my
new drum out of
one, would I, pa?"
"No, no, Bobby!
You wouldn't. Now
run along and be a
real good boy."
Little Bobby said
he would, and he
went out and was
soon pelting the pass-
ers-by with hard
snowballs.
No Fault of the
Cook.
XATHILE visiting
^" Chicago re-
cently, a New York
merchant dropped in-
to a restaurant fa-
mous for its German
cookery.
As the waiter was
serving the soup
THE URCHINS' VIEW OF A BOSTON DANCE.
" Gosh, Bill I the hat got a naked neck, and talking lo a man I"
from a chafing dish, the guest thought he caught the
glint of steel. He gave little heed to the matter until
he suddenly found a large needle in his spoon. Sum-
moning the steward, he held aloft the offending bit of
steel, and inquired angrily,
" Do you expect me to eat that, sir?"
" Of course not! What was your order?"
" Noodle soup; but"-
" That explains it, sir," interrupted the steward.
" Just a typographical error, that's all."
Rubbery.
A FRUIT-CAKE which weighed just a Ib.
Came to me as they passed it arb.
I accepted an oz.,
And, to see if 'twould boz.,
Threw it down. It returned on rebb.
The Diagnosis.
D Mother Confidence lay gasping for breath by the
roadside.
"Ah, ha!" said the Liquor Dealer, with a savage
leer. " Too much prohibition."
" No, no! Too much rate regulation," said the Rail-
road Man.
"Not enough adulteration," said the Food Manu-
facturer.
" Not enough re-
bates and too many
fines," said the Trust
Magnate.
" She ought to be
protected by a bigger
navy," said the Ad-
miral.
"Nothing the
matter with her at
all, "said the Editor.
" Not enough
laws," said the Pol-
itician.
" She needs a new
President," said the
Partisan.
"Too much ""dope
and rascality," said
the Common Person,
who was growing in
wisdom as he grew
in years.
A Missed Oppor-
tunity.
He — "Why did
you get so angry
when I kissed you
only once under the
mistletoe?"
She — " It seemed
to me you were a man
who would never take
full advantage of
your opportunities."
Modesty^
A LADY lived within our town,
So I have heard it said,
Who, if you called her dress a gown,
Would blush like poppies red.
Her mind was neither frail nor weak,
Her modesty was rare;
Of autumn trees she'd never speak
Because their limbs were bare.
When night its sable shadows threw,
She'd tumble in a swoon
If curtains didn't hide from view
The man up in the moon.
A plumber caused her death one day —
Or so the story goes —
By asking, in a careless way,
To let him see her hose.
C. L. CORY.
The Valuables.
/f*HE MAN with a wife and seven children hauled up
^ in front of the hotel desk, registered, got his, bell-
boy, and was starting off when the clerk, thinking maybe
he might jolly the new arrival, called to him.
" I beg your pardon, " he said, " but hadn't you better
leave your valuables in the safe?"
" Do you think I ought to?" inquired the man inno-
cently enough, to hear him say it.
" Well, it is the best plan."
" All right," said the man; and turning to his wife,
AN EDUCATIONAL EPIDEMIC.
Mother — " Where do you feel sick?"
Son — " On my way to school."
" Here, Mary, pass the children over to the gent behind
the counter. He'll look after them and give us a rest. "
Whereupon the clerk apologized.
Serenade on Saint Valentine's Eve.
E
REMINISCENT.
Bints (oo hii first trip) — " It wasn't such a bad old world after all."
E the twilight died away,
Cupid murmured o'er me,
" What thou dare not tell by day,
Night may whisper for thee !"
Sweet thy slumber, sweetheart mine,
I'd not cause thy waking,
If of one brief dream of thine
I but had the making!
Softly sleep, slumber deep;
God of dreams his vigil keep.
If, among his train, dream-laden,
Sweetest dream find sweetest maiden,
Swift a-wing, it would bring
Smiles to thee, a-slumbering!
Night draws round me like a shroud,
All the world's in hiding;
O'er me, through yon gloomy cloud,
Swift the moon is gliding.
If thou wake not, I entreat,
By yon star above thee,
That the dream-god tell thee, sweet,
Half of how I love thee !
Softly sleep, slumber deep;
^God of dreams his vigil keep.
Dream-stars, watching o'er thy slumber,
Sing of love in countless number,
Till their song, sweet and strong,
Lingers with thee, all day long!
Clouds have hid each gleaming star,
Darkness draws about me;
Darker, sadder, drearer far
Were my world without; thee.
Lo! the last faint beams depart,
While my love lies dreaming ;
Night is never in my heart
Where thy face is beaming.
Softly sleep, slumber deep;
God of dreams his vigil keep.
While the stars, that twinkle o'er thee,
Fading, fading out before thee,
Never shine, sweetheart mine,
Half so bright as eyes of thine !
' BUBOES JOHNSON.
The Supply of Husbands for Actresses
By Thomas L. M assort
QUITE a number of our prominent actresses are not
marrying again this year. There has been, of
course, a stringency in the money market, which
would naturally lead our moat conservative actresses to
curtail expenses. At the same time, after making all
due allowances for this, the theatrical season has been
fairly good and there seems no actual financial reason
for the falling off in matrimony, except the shortage in
the supply.
To be the husband of an actress requires a special
talent, and as, in every special field, good men are al-
ways scarce, there will always, of course, be more or
less anxiety in the search. Available material does not
grow on every lamp-post. Indeed, the best quality of
actresses' husbands have to be carefully nurtured before-
hand, and cultivated for their mission in life. Their
period of husbandship is comparatively short. Of course
one man possessed of a good constitution and a healthy
ambition may be the husband of several actresses. This
is counterbalanced, however, by the fact that every
actress is likely to require several husbands. The two
equalize each other. Actresses' husbands are like poets
— born, not made. They possess also many of the char-
acteristics of poets. Their temperaments are variable.
They have high *,3mpers, a certain (very necessary)
power of self effa^ement, and a general incapacity
to support them-
selves. Many
of them take
minor stage
parts, which en-
ables them to
quarrel more
s y s t e matically
with their wives
between the
acts.
It is hoped
that the theatri-
cal trust, which
is coming more
and more to reg-
ulate salaries,
will not, by here-
after restricting
the pay of ac-
tresses, thus put
another barrier
in the way of
their getting
husbands. Every
actress ought to
be free to mar-
ry all the hus-
bands she de-
sires at any
time. Only in
this way is our future secure. For, after all, our home
life is something. Its sacred and inviolable traditions
should be maintained at any price.
Petered Out.
OLD JOHNSON he was versatile,'
Of that there ain't no doubt,
But somehow all the schemes he laid
And all the get-rich plans he made
Were destined for an early grave.
They petered out!
Bill started in to build airships,
S. Dumont he would rout.
But soon he switched to motor-boats,
And next week took to raisin' goats.
Seems every new project he floats
Just peters out!
Bill final takes up readin' law,
To be a legal tout,
But in ten days he's keepin' bees,
In one more week it's dime musses.
Well, they all gets the same disease—
They peters out!
Bill passes in his checks at last
(Appendicitis, cramps, and gout),
And murmurs, " Tell the folks that ask
That here is where I scores at last,
Unless, to crown me checkered past,
I'm Petered out!'
PAUL HANNA.
News Item.
A SCHOLAR
** in lole
wrote to the ed-
itor of the lole
Intelligencer and
asked where
" cupriferous "
could be found.
The editor re-
plied that it
could be found
in the diction-
ary, under C.
Appropriate.
|N THE pres-
* ent stringen-
cy of the times
there is fitness
in the recent ex-
clamation of an
old colored wom-
an—" God help
the rich ; the
poor can beg."
PRECAUTION.
Bride — " I had two complete lists of our wedding-gifts made— one for John «nd one
for me."
Friend—" What for?"
Bride — "So we'll each know whom to aslc next time."
A company is
** known by
the men it
keeps.
A Menu Prophecy
By Lurana W. Sheldon
AST night I sought a table d'hote, and in a pensive FLESH ! Worse and worse ! When in the prime of pre-
mood
historic days
Regarded somewhat curiously the nature of my Was I not rated as a beast possessed of fleshly ways?
food.
Some sentiment, I know not what, with atavistic trend,
Had turned my thoughts to primal lives from which we
all descend.
CLAMS ! Ah, what memories here awoke ! What
strange emotions swelled !
Was I not of aquatic birth? Monera, single celled?
No bivalve should my palate pass ! I scorned the lus-
cious dish!
Nor MACKEREL, my one-time kin; I could not eat a
FISH!
Bovine, perhaps, for all I knew, or porker of that age.
Could I devour ancestral lines? " Nay, nay !" I cried in
rage.
They brought a bird, a tiny thing; across my soul there
crept
The thought that once upon a time, I — here I own, I
wept.
I could not taste the tender flesh; I only mourned my
fate
And cried, " What if in bygone days its grandma was
my mate?"
Distraught, the menu card I scanned ; my woe was sad to see.
Fish, flesh, and fowl the cuisine held — all kith and kin to me.
" Alas!" I sighed, " 'twill not be long — we're swiftly hastening there —
They'll soon add Fricassee of Man unto the bill-of-fare. "
Free from Bad
Ones.
*lpHE leading citizen
of a small country
town escorted a friend
on a tour of inspection
through the village.
The friend, who was a
resident of a metropol-
itan city, was duly im-
pressed by the many ad-
vantages of the little
town. Finally the two
men reached the ceme-
tery. The visitor care-
fully looked at the va-
rious tributes and then
turned to his guide.
" Say, Dave, "he began,
" wh-wh-where do you
b-b-bury your s-s-sin-
ners?"
Jessica — " When the
judge asked you how old
you were, what did you
say?"
Margery — "I told
him if he were a good
judge he wouldn't ask."
The Usual Place.
Stout party — " Say,
young fellow, do you
know where I could get
a hair-cut?"
Urchin— "Sure,
guv'nor — on yer head."
GOING SOME.
The squirrel •— " And yet some people say that hops are not good for the health I"
THAT SPOILS
* Don't you believe in love at first sight ?"
"At first sight, yes; but sometimes you take another look."
A Sonnet to My Sonnet.
THE sonnets that I sometimes try to write,
When finished seem to me inane, or worse,
Yet, writing them, I tear my hair and curse,
Frown, even stomp, and lose my temper quite.
A bearing's worn, a cogwheel fits too tight,
Upon the rhyme-machine that fills my purse;
Or else I failed to turn some set-screw right
In changing gears to grind this style of verse.
I ofttimes think that their poetic feet
Have too high insteps, likewise bunions, corns,
Ingrowing nails, and chilblains; yet, I ween,
Each sonnet is as vague and incomplete
In thought, and quite as much a meaning scorns,
As those within the average magazine.
ROY FARRELL, GREENE.
The Deal Fell Through.
HAD been drinking. That was very evident to the
woman who came to the door in answer to his ring.
"Shay," he began,
after looking up and down
the street nervously, "you
put advertisement (hie)
in paper shmorning?"
" I did," she replied.
" You shed you (hie)
would give good home to
cat."
" Yes; have you a cat
you wish to get rid of?"
"Besher life!" here-
plied heartily.
She was about to ask
for further particulars
when a stockily built,
angry-looking woman
stopped at the gate and
motioned to the man with
the remark,
" Jake, you drunken
fool, come down here to
me this minute!"
" Thasn her — thash old cat I want to get home for,"
he whispered. " Shay, when "•
The lady who wanted a feline, however, quickly closed
and locked the door, while her caller slunk down the
steps and was led away by the ear. A. B. LEWIS.
An Exciting Bout.
THE contestants did not spar for an opening, but
rushed at each other and opened the slugging
match. " Bulldog Sharpie " swung his right on the nose
of " Piggie Dave " without any ceremony. His sledge-
hammer fist glanced off. " Piggie Dave " was quick as
a tigress, and planted a shoulder blow in "Sharpie's"
eye, clouding the optic considerably. " Sharpie " struck
for the body with his left, but missed, and "Piggie"
then landed one on his opponent's cheek, drawing the
first blood.
Both pugilists clinched and broke away in a minute's
time. "Bulldog Sharpie" was groggy and acted
queerly. He managed, however, to steer clear of
" Piggie's " knuckles. The latter finally became aggres-
sive. Rushing at " Bulldog Sharpie " ^like a gigantic
locomotive, he was about to land a knockout when a
number of other congressmen sprang between the men
and separated them. The House, in the meanwhile, was
in an uproar of confusion. JOHN H. MCNEELY.
As She Used To Every Morning.
E bereaved Mrs. O'Leary, with a neighbor, stood
sobbing over the coffin of her deceased husband.
"Oh, Mrs. Murphy!" she cried, " Oi can't belave
Pat's lyin' there dead. He's only ashlape."
" Shure, he do look loike he wor only ashlape," re-
turned her sympathizing friend. "Call to him, Mrs.
O'Leary — call to Pat jist as ye used to to wake him
iv'ry marnin' !"
Mrs. O'Leary dashed away her tears and called vehe-
mently,
" Git up, ye lazy baste, an' go out an' hunt fer a job !"
A PALTRY NINE IN
Dr. Duct— "Terrible news, Mr. Rabbit — terrible I
Mr. Rabbit — " Merciful heavens ! only one ! "
ALL.
Eight boys and only one girl I"
Mustache Musings.
YOU can tell the nationality
Of any man. By clothes?
Why, no; but simply by the style
Of hair beneath his nose.
The German count is known at once.
By his mustache? Gewiss!
You notice how the thing is trained
T s.
o i
S h
row like t
In picking out an English lord
You'll never make a miss,
Because you know he wears his hair
his lip like
n t
F
U
s.
The Frenchman is not picked because
He dresses like a sport,
But by his well-waxed black mustache,
That'sbushystraightandshort
To tell the woolly Westerner
Is simple quite, I wis;
For he's the man whose coarse mustache
Hangs care
1 ess ly like
th is.
S
DEFINING IT.
Dennis — " Coin' t' shpend th' wake-end at Callahan's, are yez ? An' phwat do
yez call th' wake-end ?"
Terence — " Shure, thot's Saturday noight rrum th' toime yez dhraw yure pay till lh*
saloons close."
F. P. PITZER.
A Natural Wall Street Preference.
tt ¥ DON'T see why Stocksand bonds insists on going
with Miss Goldust, when he could just as well
take up with Miss Gotrox. The latter comes from old
Americas stock."
" That may be true," replied Mrs. Gunbusta smiling-
ly, " but he probably prefers Miss Goldust because she
comes from watered stock; her ancestors were Baptists,
you know."
The Irishman's Retort.
AN Irishman was hurrying along past a ten-story
* building recently, when suddenly the falling body
of a man struck him from
above and knocked him to
the sidewalk.
"Phat did ye do thot
fer?" demanded the Irish-
man, rising painfully to
his feet.
"You saved my life!"
cried the other man in re-
turn, following the Irish-
man's example and scram-
bling to his feet. "I fell
out of that second-story
window up there, and you
broke my fall."
" Begorry !" retorted
the dazed Celt, " Oi hope
some day Oi'll fall down
on ye frum th' top av th'
buildin' an' break yure
neck!"
ANOTHER STRIKE.
Mn. Clancy — " Phy are yez shtriking little Jimmy ?"
Mr. Clancy — " Oi'm shtroiking him fer hoigher pay."
Mrs Clancy — " Is it crazy yez be ?"
Mr. Clancy — " No. He don't pay me enoof reshpict I"
Behind the Times.
First little girl— " Have
you been operated on yet?"
Second little girl — " No.
Mother says I am very
backward for my age."
BOTH GUILTY.
Doris — " Mamma, why is your hair turning gray ?"
Mamma — " Because you are such a bad little girl sometimes.
Doris — " What a bad child you must have been, mamma I Grand-
ma's hail is almost white."
A Possibility.
« XTES," proudly observed the Japanese official, " our
latest naval statistics show that we now have
thirty first-class battleships."
"Ah, invincible Nippon!" exclaimed another states-
man of the land of the rising sun. " Still, it is hardly
accurate yet to include the American fleet. Some of
their vessels may be sunk."
Tricked of the Time.
A PHILADELPHIA lawyer, who spends most of his
** time at his country estate, employs a sturdy Irish
gardener, whose one desire in life is to live until
the banner of freedom is unfurled over Ireland.
One evening the lawyer strolled
through the grounds of his place and
stopped to have a chat with the gardener.
" Michael, do you know that while we
are here enjoying the beautiful twilight
it is dark midnight in Ireland?" he asked.
"Faith, an' Oi'm not surprised," re-
plied the gardener. " Ireland niver got
justice yit. "
The Wrong One.
. GUNSON took two cigars from
his pocket, carefully selected one
and handed the other to his guest.
" Fine cigars," he remarked, striking
a match. " Two for a quarter. "
The guest puffed a light into his
cigar and blew a cloud of smoke into the
air.
" Two for a quarter?" he asked.
" Yes," replied Mr. Gunson proudly.
" Sorry I didn't get the twenty-cent one !" remarked
the guest sadly.
Behind Her Pan.
NOW isn't it a pretty way, refusing me, ill-using me,
After many years of presents and attention to her
Fan?
She is now about excusing me, not choosing me, but los-
ing me,
To listen to a Briton, a titled Englishman.
Instead of sweetly cheering me,
Revering me, endearing me,
Sighing for me, dying for me,
Loving all she can,
She's actually sneering at me,
Jeering at me, peering at me,
Abusing me, ill-using me,
And all behind her Fan!
Pretty sort of treatment after paying for the Fan!
WALTER BEVERLEY CRANE.
A Change in Address.
A SOLDIER of the great army of the unemployed
shuffled up to the roll-top desk and looked over.
" Say, are you de guy wot advertised for a man to
address envelopes?" he asked anxiously.
"I am," replied the man at the desk; "but if you
can't address envelopes any better than you addressed
me, you'll find the exit where you came in."
Pessimism in Church.
« UOW DID you like the sermon to-day?"
"Fairly well; but didn't you think the minister
struck a rather pessimistic note?"
" I hadn't observed it. The choir struck so many
that I overlooked the minister's."
Tough.
Frayed Fagin — " Here's a piece in de paper about a
feller wot's goin' ter swim from Philadelphia to New
York."
Lilyfield Toilnot — "Well, it's a tough git-away; but
yer can't hardly blame him if dat's de only way he could
manage it."
SUBURBAN LIFE IN AMERICA.
Mr- Countryhouse takes a milk-punch.
"My son," inquired the
preacher, " may I ask what were
the last words of your father ?"
" Sir, " was the reply, ' ' father
never had any last words. Mother
was with him to the last."
J. M. Barnhart, Urbana, 111.
SAVED HER SEVERAL MILLIONS.
Gladys (simpering) — "What do you think, Jack ? I believe Count Bustedbroke is going to
propose! He told me yesterday that all he craved was just one kiss " — —
Jack (excitedly) — "Give it to him, by gad ! — give it to him at once I Then thank your stars you
got off so cheaply."
SPEAKING THE TRUTH.
*¥*HE PARSON arrived unexpectedly to remain
for supper with a large colored family in
Kentucky. Immediately the cabin was in com-
motion, and mammy swept away the swarm of
little pickaninnies with a few well-timed warnings
and reminders as to table manners. When supper
was ready, the 'possum and " taters " were tempt-
ing, and little Susie watched with despairing.eyes
the delectable viands diminish and fade away into
nothing ere her turn came. When the parson had
almost finished, mammy turned to Susie and said,
" Have some mo' 'possum, honey?"
A pair of indignant eyes flashed.
" Mo' ! I ain't had some yet!" exploded Susie.
Kenneth E. Bowen, North Collins, N. Y.
THE BLOW NEVER TOUCHED HIM.
W\URING a heavy shower a man with a very wet
overcoat entered a Boston hotel to pay a
business call upstairs. Not wishing to take the
dripping coat with him, he hung it in the hall
and pinned this note to it: " This coat belongs to
a man who strikes a two-hundred-pound blow.
Back in ten minutes."
When he returned, his overcoat was gone and
in its place was his note, with the addition:
" P. S. Taken by a man who walks ten miles an
hour. Won't be back at all."
Ben Feblowitz, Wellsville, N. Y.
FAITHFUL UNTIL THE LAST.
A MINISTER had been called in at the last
moment to preach the funeral sermon of a
man with whom he was entirely unacquainted.
Being at a loss as to how he should speak of the
deceased, he approached a member of the household,
with the hope of obtaining some suggestion.
I ITTLE FRED'S mother had
*^ company. One of the vis-
itors, an old friend whom she had
not seen since her marriage, asked
to see Fred. The mother went
out to bring the little fellow in.
. Presently the sounds of a
scuffle in the next room were
heard, and the low tones of the
mother as though remonstrating
with the youngster. Then the
shrill voice of Master Fred was
heard.
" I don't care ; company or n<r
company, I won't have my face
washed with spit."
F. M. Wheelock, Corry, Pa.
A STAR ACHIEVEMENT.
Sooner Nott — " De best day's work I ever done in me life wuz de day I
got married."
Howitt Wauz — " How wuz dat ?"
Sooner Nott — " I worked me fadder-in-law fer five dollars ter pay de min-
ister an' hung up de minister."
The Stuttering Sonneteer.
SOULFUL SONGS OP THE HUMBLE COUNTER-JUMPER
TO THE HAUGHTY SALESLADY.
By Sus-sus-Sam S. Sus-sus-Stinson.
LIGHT of my life, my pup-pup-precious one,
I bid you wuh-wuh-welcome to the store.
I watch you kuk-kuk-coming through the door,
And sus-sus-see the kuk-kuk-cash-boys run
To take your wraps. My day has just begun
When I can sus-sus-see my love once more,
And all my pent-up pup-pup-passion pour
In verses to my Ami-zuz-zuz-zon.
Last nun-nun-night I dud-dud-dreamed of you,
And in my dud-dud-dream I walked alone
Be-sus-sus-side the sea, and ere I knew
You came up through the wuh-wuh-waves, my own,
Like Aphro-dud-dud-dite, and you threw
Me kuk-kuk-kisses from your far-off throne.
The Mistle-pto.
« 1JAPA, is this mistletoe poison?"
* "Yes, Johnny."
" If I eat a berry will it make me sick?"
"Yes, Johnny; it will."
" Well, what will I have?"
" You'll have mistle-ptomain poisoning, my son."
Impressionable.
SUCH little things had influence o'er him —
His watch-chain held for him a wondrous charm,
And from his mantel in the morning dim
A nickel clock would fill him with alarm.
The Why of It.
« \A7HY," asked the weary-looking man of the chap
who had been talking an hour without saying
anything, " is a human beingdifferent from a suit-case?"
" I don't know," answered the gab artist. " Why?"
" Because, " continued the weary-looking man, with
— 6°B
AS TRUTHFUL AS USUAL.
Mrt. Hen — " Aren't the twins just too cute, Mr. Owl ?"
Mr. O<wl—" Er-er. yes, and the image of their father."
THE STANDARD IS TOO HIGH.
" I tell you it's tough to be the only kid in the family."
"Why?"
" 'Cause pa goes around bragging about me, and then, when com-
pany comes and I can't make good, I get a licking."
a meaning glance, " when there's nothing in it, it is
most easily shut up."
The Limit.
ft ¥ AM surprised you didn't pro.
pose to Dottie before. You
know she has plenty of money even
if she is homely."
" My dear fellow, it isn't her
being homely I object to. I could
stand that, but she has such an
affectionate disposition."
Give and Take.
Lawyer (examining juror) — " Do
you understand the difference be-
tween character and reputation?"
Juror — " Reputation is the name
your neighbors give you ; character
is the one they take from you."
Brevity.
<4OAY, Tommy, you want to get
^^ a piece sewed on to those
pants. They're too short."
"Short no thin'! I got into
them too far — that's what's the
matter."
"THE EGG SEEMS ALL RIGHT, BUT THE NEST
LOOKS MIGHTY UNCOMFORTABLE."
Beautiful Snow.
(Disrespectfully dedicated to the street-cleaning department.)
SNOW, snow, beautiful snow,
Lying in heaps on the ground below,
Blocking the gutters and car-tracks and street,
Caking and freezing and wetting our feet.
Oh, how we love you! We worship you so!
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful snow!
Slush, slush, beautiful slush,
Charming consistency something like mush.
Splashing all over our pedal extremes,
Bringing us grip and most horrible dreams.
Oh, how we love your melodious " sqush "!
Beautiful, beautiful, BEAUTIFUL slush !
Mud, mud, beautiful mud,
In mounds or in ridges or elegant pud-
Dies at the crossings where automobiles
Spatter you o'er us. How lovely it feels!
How we adore you ! And yet how we shud-
Der at you, beautiful, beautiful mud !
G. HAWLEY.
A Prolific Family.
E STORY is told around Denver that when Colonel
Dick Mullins landed in France he didn't know one
French word from another. Indeed, he seemed to think
there wasn't any French language at all, and blithely
butted in with his questions in his own tongue, as though
that were universal. Sitting in his train at Havre he
saw a policeman near by, and, thinking he might be
some military notable, asked a Frenchman next to him
who it was.
" Gendarme," responded the polite Gaul, guessing at
the question from the colonel's nod.
At one or two other stations the same question
brought the same answer. In Paris one hurried through
the cafe where the colonel was sipping his coffee like a
true Parisian, and he asked the waiter who it was.
" Gendarme," replied the waiter, smiling at the rich
American.
Late at night, on his way to his hotel, the colonel
met one face to face.
" Excuse me," he said to the guardian of the peace;
" are you John Darm?"
The guardian caught the name well enough
to know the answer.
" Oui, oui, m'sieur," he replied; "gend-
arme."
"I thought so," said the colonel; "and J
want to say to you," he added, tapping the
man on the breast in a friendly fashion, " that
the John Darm family seems to be about as
well represented in France as the John Smith
family is in America."
A Hard One.
«4¥>AD," began Tommy, "haven't I been
^^ real good since I've been going to Sun-
day school?"
" Yes," answered dad.
" And you trust me now, don't you?"
" Yes," said dad.
" Then," demanded Tommy, " what makes you keep
your box of cigars hid the same as ever?"
A Mnemonic Achievement.
Johnny — " Uncle Jim says he can recollect when the
public square here was all woods."
Jimmy — " Huh! Pa says he can remember 'way back
before Bryan began runnin' fer President."
At" the Grand Opera.
Inquisitive nephew — " Uncle, what's that hole in the
curtain for?"
Bored uncle — " Hush, child; that's put there so the
actors can see the show."
News Item.
'IpHE mustard in the hamlet of Spiici is indeed strong.
* A man made a plaster of it, put it on his back, and
that night it drew his diamond stud into his body. Up
to the time of going to press the doctors are still probing
for it.
Heaven.
ANST think what is heaven?
Is it where
There is no end to hymn and
prayer?
And Sunday school?
Is it a place
Of saintly grace
Prescribed and handed out by
rule?
Ah, no; each soul must have its
own.
What most it wishes that
shall be
The ultimate, supreme reward —
Its answer to eternity.
There all shall find their heart's desire;
Full measure to mankind shall come.
The good are there, the evil, too —
For heaven will be hell to some.
WILLIAM J. LAMFTOti.
Mabel, the Modest Mucilage Maker.
A MELOW-DRAMA IN SEVERAL SPASMS.
GASPING with surprise, our heroine saw her lover,
Jack Walton, lying bound on the ground before
her. But it will be remembered that before Mabel
worked (for) Mazuma Marks, the mucilage magnate,
she was employed in a cigar factory. She had little
difficulty, therefore, in unraveling the ropes which bound
Jack.
"What, Mabel! you here!" he gasped, when he
caught sight of his fair rescuer.
" Yes, Jack, " she answered. " I have not worked in
a mucilage factory for nothin'. I will stick to you."
At that moment St. Hulbert de Marks, the son of
Mabel's former employer, and Jack's bitter enemy,
sneaked up behind her.
"Ha! 'tis Mabel, the modest mucilage maker!" he
cried and seized hold of her around the waist. But, as
Mabel said, she had not worked in a glue factory for
nothing. Springing up, she pasted St. Hulbert in the
face, and, with Jack, fled into the night.
(To be continued.)
Worked Both Ways.
E country is starving for ten-thousand-dollar
men!" shouted the high-browed lecturer.
" And a lot of thirteen-dollar men are [starving for
their country," echoed a United States soldier in our
island possessions as he inspected his rations.
Carried Too Big a, One.
Benham — " The load of a full-grown elephant is two
tons."
Mrs. Benham — " I wish, when you go out nights, that
you would take a smaller elephant for your model."
Force of Habit
««/"*LOSE shave, sir?"
^^ No response.
" Would you prefer the windows closed?"
No response.
" Getting rather cold, eh?"
No response.
" Trim your mustache, sir?"
No response.
"Think Roosevelt will accept a third
term?"
No response.
" Bay rum?"
No response.
" Any news about the murder trial?"
No response.
Whereupon the country barber, who was
alone in his shop, took a seat greatly re-
freshed.
He had been shaving himself.'
WALTER PULITZER.
Curt, but True.
She — " I wonder where those clouds are
going?"
He — " They are going to thunder."
Poor Fellow.
He — "Did you know Brown's wife was treating him
like a dog?"
She— " Why, no ! What does she do?"
He — " She does nothing but pet him all the time."
Already in Force
She — " There ought to be a heavy penalty imposed
upon every married man with half a dozen children."
He — " There is. He has to support them."
Only Kind.
Tommy — " Pa, what is a tug of war?"
Knickei — -" One commanded by both the line and
staff."
Bespoke.
« OHE seems like a very reserved girl."
*^ " Yes — I wonder who for?"
BACK AGAIN.
L,ady that I took to dinner
Chatted with the chap who sat
Other side of her; the sinner
Quite monopolized her chat.
So I sat alone, alack!
Fearing I had got the sack,
Knowing, though, that I saw more
Of her than I'd seen before —
I was glad to see her back. B. J.
The Birth Column
Compiled from the rural weeklies. Some of them really were and the others might have been
By Terrell Love
OINCE the stork visited the home of Casper Rubber-
"^ man and left a bouncing baby girl, Cas has been
stepping with a very elastic tread. He can, however,
probably be caught on the rebound about three a. m.
Ike Stone says there are two little pebbles growing
on his beach this morning where only one grew before.
Sam Carter, the best poker-player in Big Horn, -as
dealt a king and a queen last night. He affirms that
they are a good pair to draw to (o) .
The chip-basket at Ira Block's is full. The last chip
off the old block weighed twelve pounds.
Born to the wife of Jack Quail, Thursday the 8th,
triplets — a fine covey. Jack is so swelled up he has for-
gotten his gun-shy bachelor days.
The many friends of Mr. Ote Wheat and wife (for-
merly Miss Meadows, of Coshocton) are congratulating
them upon a successful harvest. Sweet Clover and
Timothy 0., the eight-pound girl and the nine-pound boy
who filled their hearts and the family cradle to overflow-
ing, are doing well. May the chinch-bugs never get them !
Greenleaf Wood had a little splinter in his hand this
morning when wo called at the back door to borrow some
eggs for breakfast, but he didn't seem to be in pain, so
we refrained from offering to pick it out. It is the kind*
that will wear curl papers and a mother hubbard when
it grows up.
Henry Wilson and wife, Monday morning, triplets.
Wanted, a fresh cow.
HUNGRY HANK SCORES A VICTORY.
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Smithkins's Automatic Baby Tender
By Arthur William Beer
DRAT it!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown, as a buggy
drawn by a raw-boned, hammer-headed
equine was halted in front of the farm-
house. " There's another of them pesky
machine agents!" Then, observing that the occupant
of the buggy was in the act of unpacking something
which stood in the rear of the vehicle, swathed in a
white cloth, she went to the door and shouted,
" You needn't to go to all that trouble. I've got a
good enough sewing machine now, and if it's washing
machines or patent churns or such like, I don't want
'em."
The man smiled wanly, but proceeded with his work
of unpacking, and
a few seconds
later clambered
up the front steps,
struggling under
the load of a most
curiously con-
trived machine,
which he careful-
ly, and with an
air of loving
pride, deposited
on the front porch.
" Madam," he
said, when he had
somewhat recov-
ered his breath,
" I am told that
you have a baby
in the house."
"Well, of all
the impudence!"
exclaimed Mrs.
Brown indignant-
ly-
"No offense
intended, madam,
I assure you,"
said the agent.
"You will pres-
ently catch the
import of my
words." Then,
clearing his
throat, he pro-
ceeded :
"From cre-
ation's dawn man-
kind was by cruel
fate bound hand
and foot to the
iron wheel of labor, until, in comparatively recent years,
the deft hand of science released him and at last afforded
him that long-denied and glorious opportunity of" .
Mrs. Brown, with an impatient gesture, checked the
speaker in his impassioned flight.
" That's all very interesting," she said, " and sounds
most as good as the orating down at the Four Corners'
school closing t'other day; but I'm too all-fired busy
to" —
" Busy!" eagerly broke in the agent. " That's just
it. That's the very point I am trying to make. I see
you are a practical woman, and I'll dispense with my
usual introductory remarks." Then, pointing to the
machine at his
side, he said im-
pressively,
"Madam, you
see before you
science's greatest
boon to tired
womankind —
' Smithkins's Pat-
en t Automatic
Baby Tender,'
sold on the easy-
payment plan, and
fully warranted
for ten years."
" Smithkins ' s
what!" gasped
Mrs. Brown.
"Just as I
say , " returned the
agent. " Let me
explain its work-
ings. It's a mar-
vel of simplici-
ty."
"It looks it,"
said Mrs. Brown,
as she glanced
scornfully at the
fantastic contri-
vance.
" Madam," re-
plied the agent,
"once you possess
one of these won-
derful machines
your troubles are
at an end. Say
that you put baby
in his crib to
sleep. Ten to one
TWO PICTURES FOR THE PRICE OF ONE.
Bill's scheme of posing on the edge of a small pond with his machine isn't a half bad idea.
PAPA TEACHES MAMMA TO SKATE— A HOLD-UP ON THE ICE.
" Now, skate, Mary 1 and don't you dare to fall !"
he wakes up before you are ready to take care of him,
and he's just got to be amused. Now suppose you have
one of these machines. When you put baby down you
simply place it in position at the side of his crib, taking
care to see that the receiving disks of the sound motors
are correctly placed "-
"The sound motors!" exclaimed Mrs. Brown.
"Yes; that's the beautiful part of the invention.
You see," explained the agent, " when baby wakes, the
first thing he does is to cry, though perhaps not very
loud at the beginning. Now observe what happens. The
sound waves strike the proper receiving disk and set in
motion the delicate mechanism. This arm here raises
and lowers the wheel you see here into position within
easy reach of the child. The wheel, as you see, is pro-
vided at regular intervals with spring clasps, in which
objects are easily placed and as easily removed. We
furnish free with each outfit a set of articles, such as
rattles, teething rings, rubber dolls, and the like, which
may be placed in the wheel. Now, when low-
ered into position, the wheel begins to revolve
slowly. Sometimes its mere revolving will be
sufficient to amuse and quiet baby, or as he
sees fit he may grab from the wheel the play-
thing that pleases him. So soon as he removes
anything, however, a lever is released, which
raises the wheel and swings it back into its
old position out of harm's way. Should baby
cry for it again, it will return automatically."
"Marvelous!" cried Mrs. Brown. "But
what's that crab net for?" pointing to a small
hammock which was suspended from a metal
bracket.
" Ah, that," said the agent enthusiastically,
" that is one of the features of the most im-
portant part of the whole arrangement ! Now
suppose the revolving wheel fails to amuse
baby or he grows tired of playing with the
toys. His cries will naturally in-
crease in volume. As soon as his
crying reaches a certain pitch, this
second sound motor sets in opera-
tion the machinery you see here,"
and the agent unlimbered a set of
what looked like rubber-covered
grab-hooks attached to a kind of
crane. " This carrying arm reaches
down in the crib, carefully picks
up baby, and deposits him in the
little hammock. The latter, you
observe, is swung on our new pat-
ent, self-adjusting, swivel rockers,
and as soon as baby is safely landed
it begins to sway back and forth.
At the same time a phonograph,
which hitherto has been concealed
at the base of the machine, is ex-
posed to view and commences to
get in its soothing work. We fur-
nish you a set of records, consist-
ing of lullabies, nursery jingles,
and baby talk. The latter are particularly effective.
For instance, we have one record that runs something
like this:
'Oose itty bitty tootsy wootsy is oose?
Oose is momsey's itty bitty tootsy wootsy;
ess, oose is,'
and so on. If preferred, of course, records reproducing
the exact tones of the mother can be used, with almost
miraculous effect.
" Now, if you will kindly fill out this blank, I
will"—
" Hold on a moment!" cried Mrs. Brown. " Hold on!
Your machine is no doubt all that you claim, but can it
always be depended on to work, and aren't accidents
likely to happen sometimes?"
" Madam," replied the agent, " this machine possesses
something that is above human intelligence. A mere
human being may make mistakes, but this machine
works automatically and unerringly. I won't attempt
A FITTING DESIGN FOR THE AUTO ROAD-HOG.
Approved by the farmers in general.
MASONS, TAKE NOTICE.
"An accident on the square."
to deny that there haven't been a few mishaps, but the
proportion is very small, very small indeed. I placed
one of the machines a few months ago with Mrs. Atkins
over at Piketown. She said it worked fairly well a time
or two, but that one day she came in and found the baby
suspended in air by the automatic carrying arm, and
that he was almost exhausted from squalling so much."
" Oh ! was he?" said Mrs. Brown.
" Yes," he went on, ignoring the note of sarcasm in
her voice, " but the explanation of the matter is really
very simple, very simple indeed. He had raised a cry
which was sufficient in volume to start the mechanism,
but not heavy enough to set the sound motor going at its
full capacity. The result was that the baby was picked
up and carried part way to the hammock, and then the
machinery was checked, leaving baby in midair, as it
were. I explained it all in detail to Mrs. Atkins, but
she was most unreasonable about it, most unreasonable."
" Didn't seem to appreciate the wonders o' science,
eh?" commented Mrs. Brown.
" Not in the least. Then there was Mrs. Blinks up
at Pine Gap. She tried one of the baby tenders. It
seems she came in one day and found her baby girl in
the hammock, almost black in the face and gasping for
breath. Now what had happened was no fault of the
machine. It seems that baby had crawled down in her
crib, so that, instead of being picked up properly some-
where about the waist line, she was caught up by the
neck and carried in that manner to the hammock. She
was not really seriously injured, but you'd be surprised
at the unladylike way in which Mrs. Blinks has acted.
Talks of bringing suit for damages, and all that."
" Oh! she does, does she?" sniffed Mrs. Brown.
" Yes, some women are so unreasonable," said the
agent.
" There have been some instances, too," he continued,
" where babies, in their exuberance of spirits, have be-
come rather badly tangled up in the revolving wheel,
and, in a few cases I recall, the jaws of the carrying
arm have failed to connect properly and baby has been
allowed to fall ; but this so rarely happens that it's really
not worth considering."
" Not worth considering, eh?" snorted Mrs. Brown.
" I mean from a practical point of view," returned
the agent hastily. " What, may I ask you, are a few
insignificant mishaps in the interests of science? Look
at the great number of people killed and injured by rail-
way trains, for example. Does that make it any the less
true that the railroad is one of the greatest blessings of
civilization? Why, everywhere we are prone to accident
and surrounded by unknown perils. Even amidst such
peaceful surroundings as these," he continued, casting
a comprehensive glance over the rural landscape, " may
not danger lurk unseen, and "-
" You're right as to that," interrupted Mrs. Brown.
Then she gave a low whistle, at the sound of which an
immense, shaggy dog of nondescript breed, who hitherto
had been snoozing peacefully under the shade of a cur-
rant bush in the dooryard, rose to his feet, wagged his
tail slowly, opened a pair of massive jaws to their full
extent and then let them close with a snap, after which
he stood awaiting orders, with a look on his face as if
he would say,
" Well, this is a mighty warm day to be bothered
with business, but if you have any one that needs chew-
ing up, I'm right on the job."
"There," said Mrs. Brown, "is my automatic,
double-action, nuisance ejector. He also, you see, oper-
ates by sound waves. A whistle has brought him to the
position you now see him in. A couple of magic words
which I shall presently say will set him further in mo-
tion, and," she added significantly, " I'll say right now
that his jawa never fail to connect properly. Now I'll
give you a fair start, and then "-
But without waiting to hear more the agent gathered
up his machine and beat an undignified retreat in the
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direction of the bug-
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The dog looked in-
quiringly at Mrs.
Brown.
"That'll be all
right, Tige," remark-
ed his mistress sooth-
ingly. " I guess he'll
meet his finish soon
enough, and we don't
want his blood on our
hands."
Whereupon Tige
once more resumed
his slumbers, and Mrs. -
Brown re-entered the
house to take up her
daily tasks at the
point where she had
been obliged to lay
them down.
Our Workers'
Page.
(From the " Successful
Magazine.")
CAREFUL re-
search discloses
the interesting
fact that all of the
great men of to-day
began their careers as
young men. Is that
not a wonderful thing!
What encouragement
can be distilled from
it for the youth of
morrow !
Many of the present great men, we also find, who
came from the farm and the back country, had a habit
of taking their baths on Saturday night. This is pe-
culiarly interesting and may have a great deal to do
with their careers. All ambitious youths might emulate
their examples in this respect.
Some great men started in as office-boys, others as
errand-boys, and still others had their money left to
them. The point, though, is that all learned the value
of money at an early age. This is something the youth
of to-day should also do. It can be truthfully said that
the young person who would be willing to give two
dimes for a nickel instead of vice versa, starts out in
life with something of a handicap.
But the youth of to-day have an advantage over the
former generation in one thing — they have " Our Work-
ers' Page." By perusing this page carefully each week,
any bright young man should be able to go out and turn
over a considerable sum of money each week. Tell your
friends about the page, and be sure and buy next week's
paper, with more hints for the ambitious.
HONEST ALL AROUND.
"Annie, do you scald the baby's bottles every time?"
Annie (earnestly) — " Indade, an' Oi do, ma'am, jist loike ye told me
Oi wouldn't desave ye. Oi'm jist th' same behoind as Oi am befure, "
to-day — -the great men of to-
Atonement.
« OISTER SHUF-
^ FLEM," says
the deacon's wife,
"I am pained to
hear that your hus-
band played poker the
other night and won a
sum of money, and
that you encouraged
him in his wickedness
by accepting his win-
nings from him. I
have called to speak
to you about it, and
to reason with you as
to"—
" Wait a minute,
Sister Cantby," inter-
rupts Mrs. Shufflem.
" It is true that John
Henry went and played
poker and won twenty
dollars and forty cents,
and that I took the
money he won, but I
did it to teach him a
lesson. I wouldn't al-
low a husband of mine
to keep such ill-gotten
gains. And I have
spent the money for
prizes for the bridge
party I am going to
give this week. You'll
be here, won't you?"
"Indeed I shall, of
course. I'm glad, Sis-
ter Shufflem, that you have taught your husband such a
valuable lesson."
Whole Truth.
I saw a man with
one eye named
Witness — '
Wilkins."
Lawyer — " What was the name of the other eye?"
LIVING ON THE REST OF HIS
FAMILY.
H
ONE KIND
ER name wa« Josephine —
A country lass and sweet.
And innocent and beautiful
As any you might meet.
I courted her, of course.
Why should I not? Should one.
In rural districts, when he sees
A maid, turn round and run ?
OF AFFINITY.
1 asked her to be mine
Forever and for aye.
She shook her pretty head in grief
And sadly murmured, " Nay.
" I am bespoke, fair sir,"
She said ; " but I might be,
Quite in the proper way, of course,
Your Josephine-ity."
W. J. I.AMPTON.
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IN THE WRONG COACH.
Casey (who had bought a berth in the sleeper) —
' How th'mischief do they expict a mon to stretch
out an' take a good noight's rist in wan av thim
things ?"
The Work.
«
NAP!" went the cables,
" Crack !" went the chains;
Down dropped the scaffolds,
Down broke the cranes.
Big Tim, the foreman,
Swore like a Turk:
" Hold hard, ye lubbers!
Stand by the work!
" Stand by the work !
Sure, there's nothing to fear for.
Stand by the work !
What are tackle and gear for?
Stand by the work !
Ah-h, what else are ye here for ?
Stand by the work !"
Up go your bubbles,
Down go your schemes;
" Crash !" fall your castles,
" Puff !" go your dreams.
Kin may desert you;
Friends only shirk.
Stamp on your trouble !
Stand by the work !
Stand by the work !
There's no manhood in crying.
Stand by the work !
There's no profit in dying.
Stand by the work !
All disaster defying,
Stand by the work !
ARTHUR GUITERMAN.
Was It Sold?
VE HIGGINS, an honest Canadian far-
mer, advertised his cow for sale aa
follows :
".Owing to ill health, I will sell at my
residence in township 23, range 13, according to the government
survey, one raspberry-plush cow, eight years old.
" She is a good milker and not afraid of motor-cars or anything
else.
" She has undaunted courage and gives milk frequently. To a
man who does not fear death in any form she would be a great boon.
She is very much attached to her home at present, by means of
a twenty-foot log chain, but she will be sold to any one who will
use her right.
" She is one-fourth shorthorn and three-fourths hyene.
" I will also throw in a double-barrel shotgun, as it goes with
her.
" In May she generally goes away for a week or two, and returns
with a tall, red calf with wabbly legs."
Modern Complications.
¥T IS pretty hard for a girl to tell whether it is better to be so
polite as to pretend that she is not shocked when she is, or so
refined as to pretend she is shocked when she isn't.
There is also the complicated case of the man who .won't work
at all unless he is praised for it, and when he is praised for it be-
comes too chesty to work.
¥T WAS rush hour in the subway. Martin Luther hung wearily
from a strap. " Here stand I," he said. " God help me, I can
do no otherwise."
SUBMARINE SADNESS.
a botue of
On Motion of the
House.
A SOUTHERN politi-
** cian tells the follow-
ing anecdote in connection
with a slight earthquake
that visited m»ny cities of
the Gulf States some years
ago. The shaking of the
earth was distinctly felt
all over the State, but es-
pecially in the State capi-
tol. The Legislature was
in session at the time, and
nearly every member there-
of ran out of the building
when the structure began
to evince a disposition to
turn itself over. Of course
there was an end to legis-
lative proceedings for that
day. When the body had
reconvened, it was found that some member of a grimly
humorous turn had made an entry on the journal of the
Legislature in these words: " On motion of the house,
the Legislature adjourned."
Murray Hill — " Do you know how to cure a ham?"
East Side—" What's wrong with him?"
THE FOOD OF LOVE.
Maggie — " It wuz de swellest dance I ever attended."
Katie — "An' de music?"
1 Maggie — " Soulful I Dey had a phonergraft most ez big ez dat barrel."
Exactly.
ITTLE Mrs. Hunter had heard so many jokes about
the brides who couldn't market successfully that
she made up her mind that the first request she made of
the marketman would show her to be a sophisticated
housewife. " Send me, please," she said, " two French
chops and one hundred green peas."
ENTHUSIASTS.
'Gee, Billy! look at the gold nuggets lying there!"
' Can't help it. We've just got enough gasoline to last us to the Yukon."
He Spread Himself
By Charles C. Mullin
f f 1L/V Y FATHER was a burglar," imparted the
ATA house thief to his companion, as they lei-
surely went about ransacking the house they
had entered and fou id " ripe." " But he was different
from the ordinary run of that craft — he was so terribly
ambitious! In fact, it was his nervous desire to go
ahead and clean up a job that abruptly ended his promis-
ing career as a high burglar."
" How was that?" asked the companion, scraping
some spoons together on a sheet.
" Well, it was this way. One night, all alone (father
wanted all the glory and swag there might be in a job),
he slunk out of the house in his gummed shoes and hur-
ried straight to the town bank. Once inside, he drew
forth his dynamite, mufflers, and tools, and set to work
drilling into the vault. Father always made a hole big-
ger than suited the ordinary cracksman, so he drilled a
regular cave and filled it with ten times the ordinary
bulk of dynamite. Then he applied the mufflers, attached
his fuse, lit it, and sprung back into a distant corner of
the bank to wait.
"After crouching there for what his nervous tem-
perament judged to be sutlicient time and nothing doing,
father began to curse that fuse for being a dead one.
He crawled back toward the loaded vault door, and had
nearly reached it, when the charge went off — What's
the matter?"
" I thought I heard a door creak below."
" That's the wind. Well, the result of that explosion
was more sweeping than father had calculated," resumed
the narrator, floppin,, a bureau drawer on to the floor
downside up. " For the jar tore that vault door from
its casing and sent it crashing through the street wall.
This alarmed the watchman, \vho rushed away for the
police. The police, in turn, rushed into the bank, and at
a glance saw that it was a wreck. Father, you see,
hadn't had a chance to escape — he was still in the
bank. Of course the cops got him. It was his last
job."
" Couldn't he find a hiding-place till they'd gone?"
"Yes; but, as I said before, father was different
from the ordinary craft. Where one might be satisfied
with huddling under a partially collapsed wall, or
A LENTEN LITANY FOR LADIES.
OH, thou, whom I approach with fear and trem-
bling;
Thou, from whom no secret can be hid;
Thou, before whom naught remaineth concealed;
Thou, who never errest;
Thou, the repository of established truth;
Thou, the reflector of knowledge supreme and absolute;
Thou, in whose presence dissimulation is vain;
Thou, that never failcst to render perfect justice;
Thou, before whom I would cover up my face
Oh, pity my despair!
Look leniently upon me!
Cast not my faults back at me!
Reproach me not with my blemishes!
squeezing himself through the hole torn into the heating
apparatus, or even winding himself up in the twisted and
pliant cashier's cage, father was different."
" Where did they get him, then?"
" In all three places."
All in Sight.
JACK SPRATT could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
But when invited out to dine
They gobbled all they seen.
Agony.
First bridge player — "What made Mrs. de Fitt act
so strangely during that last hand?"
Second bridge player — " She had the ace up her sleeve
and couldn't get it out !"
Neither hold them up unto my sightl
Spare me from utter shame!
Accuse me not too hardly!
Let not my condemnation be worse than I can bear !
Obliterate the hideousness of my defects!
Remember not the past,
And show mercy toward me, I beseech thee,
Oh, my mirror! LIONEL STRACHBT.
THE COXCOMB.
" Gosh ! I'd like to see the bird that wears that comb."
Ade's Plagiarism.
A CERTAIN eritic, who was continually looking for evidences of
plagiarism, met George Ade shortly after the production of the
first Ade play.
"It's a great memory you have, old man," said the critic. "Your
play is simply a repetition of parts of half a dozen other plays. How-
ever, I congratulate you on the skill with which you have patched the
stolen parts together."
So it was with everything that was done by Ade— or, for that matter,
by anybody else. The critic was always ready to name the old plays from
which every new one had, in his opinion, been stolen. After the pro-
duction of " The College Widow," in which the son of one of the chief
patrons of a Baptist college falls in love with the daughter of the presi-
dent of a Presbyterian college — there being great rivalry between the
twjo institutions — • Ade met the critic, and, feeling that there was a
chance at last to confound him, said,
" Well, I hope you'll concede now that I'm capable of doing something
original. You haven't found any evidences of plagiarism in this play,
have you?"
"Huh!" replied the critic. "Worse case I ever saw. It's merely
' Romeo and Juliet ' done over — the house of Capulet and the house of
Montague — with a happy ending substituted for the tragedy."
For a moment Ade was stunned. Then he threw up his hands, say-
ing, " All right. I thought I could get awa_ v 'th it, but you've caught
me with the goods."
Nefarious.
THERE was a young gent temerarious,
Who developed a talent burglarious.
He got caught in the strife,
And he now leads a life
Which is simple, but far from precarious.
Very Plain.
Restaurant patron — " That isn't a very good-looking piece of meat."
Waiter — " Well, you ordered a plain steak."
AT THE SOURCE.
" Aha ! I knew there was a spring
around here."
A FINISHED ANIMAL PAINTER.
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A Few Tacts.
E CHILD who cried for an hour didn't get it.
Sulphur springs are the best places for match-
making.
Pickpockets never succeed till they get their hands
in.
Pawnbrokers prefer patrons with no redeeming quali-
ties.
Corkscrews have sunk more people than cork jackets
will save.
The sluggard is referred to the ant, but he goes to
his uncle.
All that is requisite in the enjoyment of love or
sausages is confidence.
A little sighing, a little crying, a little dying, and a
great deal of lying constitute love.
A man is sometimes in advance of his age, but you
never heard of a woman in that condition.
Steam Heat.
OH, MY baby-child, Decatur,
Don't go near that radiator!
Precious little locks of gold,
You will catch your death of cold!
Don't you see? Have you not noted
How with frost the heater's coated?
Icy icicles abound it —
See what glacierettes surround it!
For, Decatur, you must know
How the jant., 'way down below,
Fills those pipes with steam, I'm told;
But that steam grows very cold.
Thus, as through the pipes it squeezes,
All that vapor quickly freezes
Long before our flat is reached —
That old jant. should be impeached.
So be careful, darling baby.
Don't go near it, love, or maybe
You'll get grippe, or even freeze — •
Heaven's sakes ! He's going to sneeze !
M. WORTH COLWELL.
ILLUSTRATED EXPRESSION.
"Hey Rube!"
A Self-answering Conundrum.
«4 \A7HAT is the difference," asks our friend, "be-
tween the men who crowd a theater to see the
ballet and the girls on the stage?"
"And the answer?" we inquire.
" All the girls look alike and all the men like a look."
Disconcerting.
¥T IS disconcerting, when you have paid out five hun-
dred dollars for a violin and forty dollars for a bow,
to find that you can't make a squeak on the blamed thing
without a ten-cent piece of rosin !
THE "WURST" IS YET TO COME.
The Lucky Dog.
upon a time a
dog went to a
butcher shop and got a
nice piece of bologna
for his dinner. Then,
with the bologna, he
set out for his kennel.
Now, it happened in
going home that the
dog had to cross over
a low foot bridge span-
ning a stream of water.
But he trotted along at
a good pace, not looking
to the right or the left,
till he was about half
way across the bridge,
when suddenly his at-
tention was attracted
by a frog leaping into
the water. Then the
dog turned with bologna
in mouth, and gazed
into the depths for several seconds; but he could see
nothing, only mud.
Being the source of the city's water supply, the dog's
astral was invisible. Thus, by the rarest good fortune,
was Shep enabled to go home and enjoy his dinner in
peace.
Comparative Values.
'TpHERE is in our neighborhood a hard-working, origi-
nal-minded woman who weaves rugs and carpets to
support a good-sized family. One of her patrons visited
BALKED AT THE BUBBLING.
David Hayson (from Placidville)— " Ye don't mean ter tell me
there > runnin water in e'v'ry room ?"
Hotel clerk (amused) — " I certainly do, «ir."
David Hayson—" Then I guess as how I'll have ter hunt up a
Quieter tavern, mister. I could never git no sleep in this place with all
thet there tricklin' an' splashin' goin' on."
KiJ — " How do you s'pose he keeps his teeth warm ?"
her the other day, and commented on the delicious odors
that came from a big pot on the stove, to which the good
woman responded, in a pleased tone, " It's a b'iled din-
ner. You know, we have b'iled dinner every day, 'most,
for father ain't got no teeth left and he can't chew any-
thing with a real bite to it. And s'long's he's eighty-
four his last birthday, and store teeth comes so high, it
just seems like it would hardly pay him to get a set for
the sake of a little chewin'."
The Enthusiast.
THE MUSIC of the Viennese
My Ethel could not fail to please —
It simply turned her head;
She danced the " Merry Widow Waltz "—
I'll not deny it — 'twould be false —
As if Vienna bred.
But now the " Widow " grows pass6,
" The Waltz Dream " is her dearest play —
It is, upon my soul !
She's danced so long Vienna style,
That now she walks — I have to smile —
With a Vienna roll. H. s. STUCKEY.
Those Coast Winter Resorts.
««UUMPH!" ejaculated the Japanese official, "we
could land an army in California within twenty
days!"
"True," replied another dignitary; "but could we
keep it there long? I've read that living expenses there
average twenty dollars a day."
There Are Parallel Cases.
Primus — " That man came to this city forty years
ago, purchased a basket, and commenced gathering rags.
How much do you suppose-he is worth to-day?"
Secondus — -" Give it up."
Primus—" Nothing; and he owes for the basket."
He Met His Match
By A. B. Lewis
H
E WAS e»gaging a new stenographer, and he bit
off his words and hurled them at her in a way to
frighten any ordinary girl out of her wits.
" Chew gum?" he asked.
" No, sir."
" Talk slang?"
"THAT BOY AGAIN."
Teddy — " Pa, did de Indians used ter carry keys around wid
'em fer ter open deir scalp-locks >"
"No, sir."
" Make goo-goo eyes at the fellows when you're not
busy?"
"No, sir."
" Know how to spell such words as
' cat ' and ' dog ' correctly?"
" Yes, sir."
"Chin through the telephone half a
dozen times a day?"
" No, sir."
" Usually tell the office force how
much the firm owes and all the rest of its
private business you learn?"
"No, sir."
He was thinking of something else to
ask her when she took a hand in the
matter and put a few queries.
" Smoke cheap cigars when you're
dictating?" she asked.
" Why — er— -no!" he gasped, in aston-
ishment.
" Take it out of the stenographer's
hide when you've had a scrap at home
and got the worst of it?"
" Cer-certainly not!"
" Slam things around and swear when
business is bad?"
" N-never."
" Lay for your employes with a club
when they get caught in a block some
morning?"
"No, indeed."
"Think you know enough about grammar and punc-
tuation to appreciate a good stenographer when you get
one?"
"I— I think so."
" Want me to go to work, or is your time worth so
little that"
" You bet!" he broke in enthusiastically. " Kindly
hang up your things and let's get at these letters."
Heard Every Spring.
" VVHERE you fellers g°in'?"
"Fishin'. Come on."
"Na; fcold."
" It's bound to warm up by noon."
" Haven't got no bait."
" We got 'nuff. Come on."
" Too much work to-day, boys."
" Be work here after you're dead."
" Fish ar'n't bitin', anyway."
" Wind's just right to-day."
" Wouldn't catch a fin 'f I went."
" We'll have a devil of a picnic, anyway."
" Where'll I meet you fellers."
" Down to Art's place. Drop in."
" Sure thing; ten minutes."
Hubby — " Why, he fairly took my breath away."
Wifeij—" I thought I missed something."
NOT BUILT FOR IT.
" I guess there's nothing for us. He has nothing left but seats in the gallery."
An Early Test
By A. B. Lewis
rWAS close to midnight, and although she had
yawned a dozen times during the past half hour, he
stayed on and tried to get up enough nerve to test
his fate. As the clock struck twelve, he took a long
breath and reached for her hand and said, " Miss Bluntly
- — Maude — ever since I met you at the picnic last sum-
mer I have been madly in love with you."
" Is that so?" she replied, stifling a yawn and looking
anxiously at the clock.
" Yes, Maude. Will you marry me? Say that you'll
be mine and make me the happiest man in the world."
" Why — er — we haven't known each other very long,"
she said, as she continued to watch the clock.
" Long enough for me to know that you are the only
girl I could ever love. Say the word and I'll do any-
thing— anything — you may ask."
" You will?" asked the girl, beginning to show some
interest in the matter for the first time.
"I will, Maude."
" Anything I may ask?"
" Anything, no matter what. I'd leap into a den of
lions for you; I'd throw myself into the raging sea or
leap from a balloon were you to ask it. Will you put
me to the test, dear?"
" Yes, Harold," she said, as she returned the pressure
of his hand and uttered a deep sigh of relief. " I prom-
ise to be yours ; and now please get your hat and make
tracks for home. I've got to get up at five o'clock to-
morrow morning and help mother with the ironing."
Got What He Could.
/TpHE GREAT specialist's patient, after many weeks
of treatment, had at last been declared cured of
an " incurable " disease, and with a grateful feeling he
asked the physician the amount of his bill.
"That depends, my dear sir," said the specialist.
" Whenever I treat a man I always make it a point to
determine his occupation and how large a family he has
to support. Then I make out my bill accordingly. May
I ask what you do for a living?"
" I am a poet," replied the patient soulfully.
" In that case," said the physician, " if you will give
me the money in cash now, it'll be a dollar and a half."
A Gentle Reminder.
« IpHERE!" growled Mr. Suburbanite, as he stored
the snow shovel in the farthest corner of the
basement; " ding you, I won't have to wrestle with you
for a few months, any-
way!"
Turning suddenly
around in the dark, he
fell over something that
gave forth a nerve-tear-
ing rattle and click.
With a wild shriek, he
fled up the cellar stairs
before the lawn-mower
could catch him.
Sign of Spring.
De Quiz — " Have you
heard a robin yet?"
De Whiz— "No; but
I've seen a woman, with
her head tied up in a
towel, beating a carpet
in the back yard."
All Gone.
Papa — " What became
of the hole I saw in your
pants?"
Willie — "It's worn
out."
SHE TRUSTED HIM.
Mrs. Casey — " Shure, Dr. Mack, ye did so well by Felix, takin' out his appindex, Oi've brought ye me
youngest."
Eminent surgeon — " Well, and what seems to be the matter with him ?" V ^
Mrs. Casey — " Dandruff, tor."
Lady (to nurse) —
" Have you had any chil-
dren of your own?"
Nurse — " None to
speak of, madam."
An Advantageous Partnership.
THE FOLLOWING " paid " ad. appeared, without
editing, in the Pinhook Banner, of January 25th:
"KR1PPELS TAKE NOTUSM!
" The Undersigned got onley wun leg left leg an wun
arm rite arm an want to git into pardnerships with wun
rite leg krippel an wun left arm krippel for exchanging
ov bootes shoes ovver shoes gloves an mittens withem
savin this way munney fer awl three on the same cloth-
ings which foot geer hez got fer to be number 10 dubbel
EE an mittens korrespondin plees anser with inclosing
stamps fer anser back an harty good will to awl.
" Your obeedeunt servant
"HENNERY PILLOCKS JR."
Cold-weather Pome.
THIS morn I can't compose
In prose,
As good style goes,
Because, I s'pose,
My ink is froze.
I cannot write — he knows! —
Good prose,
Or string out words in rows.
Turn on the hose,
My ink is froze!
I mean th' hot-water hose.
Oh, Mose!
Down in the nose
Of th' inkwell th' stub pen goes.
Aha! It did not sink ; it rose!
My ink is froze !
Smote the icy ink some blows,
And bent its toes,
My good old stubby pen !
Oh, hear my tale of woes.
I cannot write this morn,
My ink is froze !
Gee, whizz !
My ink is friz.
JACK ROBINSON.
WILD GAME ENTHUSIASTS.
MOST OFFENSIVE.
Captain — " If I see your face in my house again 1 shall slap it."
Noble foreigner — " Ah ! but it ees a punishable offense."
(Captain — " Of course it is. That is why I want to slap it."
Cautious.
ft OIR!" she said excitedly, approaching the teller's
^^ window in the bank, " I am informed that a
check I sent out the other day has been returned, marked
'No funds.' What does that mean?"
" It simply means, madam," responds the courteous
teller, " that we couldn't pay the check. There are no
funds to pay it. You already have an overdraft of sixty
dollars."
" And you can't pay the check?"
" No, madam. As I say, you have an overdraft of
sixty dollars, and we "-
"Well, young man, I'll say this for you. At least
you are honest, and it
is very kind of you to
tell me of the condition
of the bank. I will
take my overdraft and
put the sixty dollars on
deposit elsewhere."
Dad — " I wish I
could be a little boy
again, like you, Willie. "
Willie — " I wish you
could, dad — only littler,
of course."
Reasonably Sure.
She — " Lois writes
for the magazines."
He — "She'll get
'em if she sends the
price."
Just as Good as Ever, Too.
AN OLD physician was noted for his brusque manner
* * and old-fashioned methods. A lady called him in
to treat her baby, who was slightly ailing. The doctor
prescribed castor oil.
" But, doctor," protested the young mother, " castor
oil is such an old-fashioned remedy."
" Madam," replied the doctor, " babies are old-fash-
ioned things."
The Meaning Obvious.
Teachei — " What is the meaning of the phrase, ' A
well-read man '?"
The usual silence, when, after a short while, Stub
McGuff raises his hand.
Teacher — " Well, Mr. McGuff, what is the meaning?"
Stub— " A healthy Indian."
The Way It Appeared to Her.
\ATHEN she was five years old her aunty took her to
church; it was her first experience.
When she got home her mother asked her how she
liked the service.
" Oh, well, God was there in a white nightgown, and
he didn't speak loud enough for the people to hear what
he said ; so they kept saying over and over, ' We be--
s witch Thee to let us hear Thee, good Lord.' I didn't
like it very much."
Located.
«YOU SAY that the cook assaulted you?" inquired
the judge.
" He did — kicked me, your honor."
" Where did he kick you?"
" In the pantry."
NOTHING NEW.
Excited cow-puncher — "Look out, ladies! You'll get run down."
Miss Neiv York — " Don't be alarmed. We're used to dodging autos."
Song of the Bunco Man.
LIVES of easy marks remind us we can make existence
' pay;
Let us then be up and doing every Rube who comes our
way.
Embarrassing.
¥gN'T it embarrassing, after you have been wearing a
* soft Fedora all winter, to try to grab the dome of
your new derby when you meet a lady friend?
Of Course.
OF COURSE it makes a striking display advertise-
ment, but should not the line be drawn on
" Woman's shirt waists half off"?
Extra.
Johnny — " What difference will leap year make?"
Knicker — " We will have one more cook."
« UE'S quite well off, isn't he?"
* "Oh, yes. Why, he has almost enough money factory."
to be in jail."
SHE'S a corker!"
"Who is?"
"Why, that girl who works down- at the bottl s
DENTISTS always look down in the mouth.
TAKE a " tip " on a horse or stock and you'll fin!
that your balance in bank has been tipped over..
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Hank and the Photographer
By N. H. Crowell
'M — DON'T suppose none of
you fellers is bookwormy
enough to notice how I've
been advertisin' in th' mag-
azeens, " remarked old
Hank, the guide, as he
deftly short-circuited his
cud to his left cheek.
" But I have all th' same.
I concocted up a leetle
sign, coverin' about everything from mud baths to post-
age stamps, with hide-tannin' an' restaurant in con-
nection throwed in. I got several communercations
from fellers, but none seemed to look like business ex-
cept one from a feller named Archibald Poggenfritz.
He had sev'ril initials left over, trailin* out behind his
name, like D. D., double L, an' soon. Archibald took
the thing into his own hands an' allowed he would arrive
at my camp about as soon as steam an' mule power could
draw him.
" Sev'ril days later I was down th' trail a ways, se-
ducin' frogs for bait, when I see a feller comin' up
a-straddle a mountain calliope.
" ' Whoa, mule!' says he, conjin' to a stop. ' Thank
ye!'
" He was an awful perlite feller — I see that at once.
Then he hollers to me,
"'I'm lookin' for Mr. Henry Smith. Can you
direct me to his place of
abode?'
" ' Sure I can!' says I. 'Ye
go quarter of a mile up trail,
eighth to th' left, two jumps
inter th' bresh, an' a half circle
to th' north. It's jest a mile
from there.'
" Th' stranger looked like he
was goin' to fall off th' mule
when he got that, an' I busted
right down an' owned up to my
mistaken identity on th' spot.
" ' Is that possible?' he re-
marks. ' My name is Archibald
Poggenfritz, at yer service.
There's a mule hair in my eye.
Will you pick it out?'
" We got real intimate while
I was operatin' on that hair, an'
then I towed him up to th' ranch.
Mr. Poggenfritz throwed hisself
around a feed big enough to
founder a team of horses, an'
said th' mountain air would un-
doubtedly assist his appetite, he
THE VERY POPULAR CUPID FAMILY.
hoped. I didn't make any remarks on what my hopes
was on that point.
" After supper I asks, kinder casual,
" ' What's yer petikelar specialty in th' game line,
Mr. Pog — pog — er — er — stranger?'
" ' Oh, anything that has fins, feathers, or fur — it's
all th' same to me!'
" ' Ever use frogs for bait?'
" ' Eh? No, never!' he says, sorter surprised.
" ' Prefer a large bore to a small one?' I asks.
" ' If you mean edibles — I never eat pork,' says he,
real tender.
" I begun to imagine Mr. Pog — pog — et cetera was
bughouse under th' hat. Finally I says,
" ' Got any newfangled shootin' irons?'
" ' Certainly!' he smiles, an' drags out a leetle black
box with a round cupola an' a winder in it.
" ' That's a snapshot machine — a cammery. Never
fails to get what it's aimed at!'
" ' Single-barreled, ain't it?' I says, squintin' close.
" He looked at me queer an' blowed his nose till it
woke up th' mule. But he didn't say anything.
" In 'bout an hour I got Archibald stretched out on
his back, sound asleep in pink-toed socks. He snored all
night like a band-saw cuttin' through a section of tar
sidewalk, but bright an' early he popped up an' went to
poundin' his chest like a young goriller. I was some
scairt at first, till I see he meant no harm only to his-
self. It was some foggy out,
an' th' perfesser — that's what
he was — a perfesser — was anx-
ious to start out, because he
said maybe we could run on to
something in th' fog an' surprise
it. He said a picture of a sur-
prised grizzly or a consternated
walrus would make a great hit
alongside th' views of stuffed
critters back East.
" So we slings in a little prov-
ender an' he gathers his outfit
an' away we went. Crossin' th'
back lot, we run up against a brace
of my heifers, lookin' about th'
size of an ice-house, account of
th' fog. Perfesser jolts me in
th' pit of th' stomach an' says,
'"Back! Stan' back!'
" I stepped back an' wondered
what in Jackson's Hole he in-
tended to do with them cows.
He begun trainin' that three-
legged cammery affair, talkin'
to hisself durin' th' operation.
" ' Phenomenal luck !' says he. ' Wonderful species,
too!'
" ' What ye doin', Archi — er — Mr. Pog— pogheiser?' I
asks.
"'One moment! I must photo those remarkable
specimens of barren-ground caribou !'
" ' Er — er — them there caribou yender, ye mean?'
" ' Ecksackly !' he says.
" He begun sneakin' up on them kine, luggin' that
contraption as cautious as if it was an infant. Purty
soon he plants it, an' rams his head in under a black
cloth behind an' humps up his back like a disturbed cat.
He was pesterin' away at th' cammery when I heard a
sorter low snore down in th' fog, an' then I see th' white
nose of ol' Andronicus, th' bull. 01' Andy had winded
th' perfesser an' was makin' up his mind to break into
th' picter.
" I lets out a yell jest as Andy runs his tail up so
stiff that ten men couldn't pull it down an' emitted a
beller that rattled th' change in rny hip pocket. Th'
perfesser poked his topknot out an' seen Andy comin',
an' right there Mr. Poggenwurst exhibited th' first
chunk of horse sense I'd seen so far. He clapped them
three legs together, grated his teeth, and skidooed for
th' skyline at a sizzlin* canter. But ol' Andy'd' a'caught
him in about seven more jumps if I hadn't landed on his
bugle with a big elm root an' sorter drawed his atten-
tion. When I caught up with Archibald, he was still
NOTHING DOING THERE.
Parke — " I'm looking for a nice, quiet
place to spend my vacation in."
Lane — " You mean a place where you
can have absolute rest — where there is
nothing doing?"
Parke— "Yes. Do you
such a place ?"
Lane—" You bet ! My office."
know of
A MERE SIDE ISSUE.
Mart Hatch — "Well, the editor of the Banner says that England
has got Japan fer a ally."
Hiram Waddle— u A alley ! Well, now, you'd think them Japs
would want to be the hull main street''
grittin' his teeth an' had his toes dug in ready to run,
but I explained how I'd slew th' hideous monster by
gougin' out both eyes with my trusty buttonhook, an' he
breathed a lot easier.
' Them northern caribou possess th' main character-
istics of th' carnivory !' he says to me.
'Yes; but their fur is thicker, don't you think?'
I says.
" We wrestled along a spell, stoppin' every
leetle bit to overhaul th' cammery an' see if it
was still ready .an' willin' to do business when
persuaded. We was movin' down a steep slope
'mongst some berry bushes, when all to once a
big grizzly riz right up in front of us, about
sixty foot off. I begun sizin' up th' timber
right away, while th' perfesser started in un-
bucklin' that picter machine. He looks around
an' notices me spittin' on both hands an' gazin'
up into a tall tree.
: ' He's out of focus! Step behind him an'
shoo him this way, please !' says th' perfesser.
"'Are you awake, perfesser?' I inquires,
edgin' closer to th' tree an' pullin' my belt two
notches tighter for luck.
" Well, he seen I was no bear-herder, so he
picked up a rock an' heaved it down grade at
th' bear, an', by leather! he took that critter a
jolt on th' eyetooth that made him think of his
grandma, I tell ye! He wa'n't much more'n
a piece of a secont turnin' around an' headin'
our way, either. Perfesser, he begun gettin'
busier'n a cat tryin' to catch two rats at once,
an' th' way he jerked an' manhandled that
cammery affair was amazin'.
"I forgot all about tree-climbin' an' jest
nachelly begun pumpin' soft solder into that bear
as fast as th' lever'd agitate. He finally drop-
ped, so close to th' perfesser that his front claws
raked Archibald's pants in two from th' knees
down an' sprained all three legs on th' cammery.
QUITE NATURAL.
Crusty gent-—" Usher, can't you stop that
fool ? He is annoying every one with his vio-
lent applause."
Usher — " No, sir. You — er — see, he is the
author of the play "
" But Poggenbecker was tickled as a kid at a taffy-
pull.
"'Eureky! Eureky!' he yells. 'Five different as-
pects an' a magnifercent bust portrait!'
" Of course if he'd got all that it wa'n't so bad, but
it certainly looked foolish to a man up a tree. I asked
him if th' bear looked pleasant, an' he gave me a glare
an' I shut up.
" After saunterin' on an hour or so we come to an on-
common strong bit of work. Th' perfesser located it
before I did an' got his ma-
chine ready in about nothin'.
He had three of th' biggest
an' most able-bodied skunks
I ever laid human eye on to
lined up at th' foot of a big
tree, waitin' to git their pic-
ters took.
'"Such amazin' inner-
c e n c e ! ' says Poggenberg,
when I come up.
"'Yes,' says I. ' I've no-
ticed it. It's onusual !'
" ' I love young porcu-
pines,' he remarks. 'These
haven't got their quills yet,
ye see.'
"Something rose in my
neck that felt like General
Grant's Tomb, an' I says,
" ,' They do look cunnin' !'
" Then th' perfesser sneaked a leetle nearer to get a
better shot, an' th' innercent young porcupines stuck
their heads together and whispered. Th' perfesser was
jest balancin' on his hind toes for a dandy exposure when
th' scandal was oncovered. I heard something click, an'
two of th' perfesser's pants' buttons whizzed by me,
follerin' a jump he executed that would have busted th'
pole-vault record into little strips. We separated rap-
idly. A sorter coldness sprung up between me'n him
that you could cut with a dull knife or a piece of winder
glass. Th' perfesser yearned for home an' friends in
language I was perfectly familiar with.
"I got to camp first, an', by usin' a cocked gun,
managed to keep th' perfesser off ontil I'd heaved his
spare duds into th' bresh, where he could get 'em with-
out chloroformin' me. Th' cammery an' th' art gallery
he had took was a complete ruin an' never left th' scene
of battle.
" Mr. Poggenfizzle went back East, disguised as a
section hand, an' I have yanked them there advertise-
ments out of them magazeens. I ain't caterin' to no
sech make of humans nohow. What? All right, Jake
— about nine fingers in a section of stovepipe for mine !"
Two Kinds of Them.
THE end-seat hog refused to move.
He sat there like a log.
" Why should I give it up," he said,
" To another end-seat hog?"
Concerning the Pope.
A GENTLEMAN, walking down one of the streets of
^* Harlem on St. Patrick's Day, overheard a Catholic
priest chaffing an Irishman at work in a trench with a
gang of Italians.
"Well, Pat! You here? A fine son of old Ireland
you are, to be working on this grand holiday of St. Pat-
rick," said the priest. " How do you like your Italian
boss?"
" Faith, how do you like yours?" responded Pat.
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To Arcady.
COME, Daphne, let us two away,
Far from the madding city fray.
Let's seek the beauteous countryside,
Where skies are blue, and there abide
Where Mother Nature rules supreme
And life becomes a peaceful dream.
Let's hie us to the happy vale,
Where rillets woo the ferny dale ;
Where birds their tuneful carols trill,
And lowing cattle dot the hill,
And where the twilight's dying glows
Give life the colors of the rose ;
Where lurks the nightingale at e'en,
And Arcady's own freshness green
Imparts to tired souls a zest
To win the prizes that are best;
Where hand in hand, and cheek to cheek,
We twain can live on ten per week !
JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.
•
At the Springs.
Josh Wethersby — "Say, boy! d'ye mean
ter tell me thet yer kin make me young an'
spry ag'in if I stop here fer more'n a
week?"
Hotel clerk — " Sure thing, uncle! Front,
show the gentleman to suite sixteen."
The New Fashions.
Spirit—" Why can't I get in?"
St. Peter — "No room; the ladies are all
wearing wide halos this spring."
THOSE DOLLAR WATCHES.
Dr. Fudge— "As I suspected, you have an
aggravated case of the automobile heart"
AN INTERRUPTED HONEYMOON.
Tabitha cat — " Goodness gracious, Tom ! news of our elopement must
have leaked out. They're throwing old shoes at us I"
How To Look Rich.
'TpHIS is an extremely simple matter. Frequently persons of
ordinary means desire to convey an impression of opulency.
This recipe is guaranteed, because it has been drawn up from years
of personal experience.
Purchase two cases of champagne and drink the contents of the
bottles as fast as possible. When they have been consumed you will
find that your face has assumed a blotted, purple, and ruddy com-
plexion.
Now buy a red necktie to match and a checkered vest. Your ap-
pearance will be distinctly epicurean and your disguise complete.
Most people will sincerely think that you are a multi-millionaire.
No Resemblance.
Keeper of zoo — " Have you seen my black antelope?"
Farmer — " Wa-al, I jest seen a nigger wench go by with a man;
but, by gosh! judgin' accordin' to looks, who'd ever 'ave thought
she was any relation o' yourn?"
Her Two Lines
By Morris Wade
B
Y THE way, how much a line do you charge
for advertising lost articles?"
"Ten cents."
" Ten cents? Let me see — two lines
might say that it is a seal-leather purse with a gold
clasp and, as I say, my monogram, ' J. F. C.,' on one
side in gold letters, and that it had in it about three
dollars in paper and silver. I know that there was a
would be twenty cents, wouldn't it? I guess I can put two-dollar bill and quite a little silver and a few pen-
what I want to say in two lines. And will you write it
for me, please? I have on my glove, and then you know
much better than I just
what to say. I have the idea
all right in my mind, but
putting it on paper is another
matter. It's a purse I want
to advertise— my own. I
have lost it some place and
I want to advertise it in not
more than two lines, for there
wasn't a great deal in the
purse and it wouldn't pay
me to spend much trying to
recover it. Still, the purse
was a present to me, and I
would like to have it back on
that account, for you know-
that — what do I want to say about it? Well, you might
say that the owner values the purse mo're for its associa-
tions than for its intrinsic value. I believe that is the
way they say it, isn't it? It is really quite a handsome
purse, and it has my monogram on it. You might put
that in — say that the monogram of the owner is on the
purse, and that it was lost either on Blank or K Street,
or else over on Willow Avenue or somewhere near the
Union Station. I can't say just where, for I didn't miss
it until after I had been to all of those places, and I
know that I had it before I went to any of them. You
A CANDY PULL.
nies, and a tiny red pencil, such as they use on ball
programs, and' a small sample of voile, and another of
blue liberty satin, and a pearl
button I wanted to match,
and a thread or two of brown
sewing-silk I wanted to
match, and a little verse
of poetry entitled ' Remem-
bered,' that I cut out of a
paper, and a tiny lock of my
baby's hair — beautiful gold-
en hair it is, just like spun
silk. You got that? Then
there were other things you
will want to mention — a
bit of blue dotted veiling I
wanted to match, and a small,
flat door-key, and a very
tiny key that belongs to my jewel case, and a curious old
coin that I carry as a sort of a mascot, and a recipe for
Lady Baltimore cake. I suppose that is enough of the
contents to identify the purse and prove that it is mine.
Then I think that you'd better say that the finder will
receive a suitable reward by leaving the purse at my
home or at my husband's office, or if the finder will tele-
phone me I will call for it. My telephone number is
1253, ring two, Thorndyke, and my husband's office tele-
phone is 52 Maxwell. You might say that it will do to
call up either number, and I think that you'd better add
THE FIRST JOKE.
1. This prehistoric humorist has just achieved a jest
(The very firstest, firstest ever sprung),
2. And he said, " Now, just watch Willie when he shows it
to the rest."
(It might have been a good one when 'twas young).
THE FIRST JOKE— Continued.
3. "As the comic cut-up kid I'll make a hit with all the
bunch."
(Did you ever hear a party talk like that ?)
that the finder may keep the
two dollars if the purse is __
returned ; and if it will be
more convenient for the
finder to do so, he or she
can leave the purse at the
store of my brother, Mr.
John Blank, over on the west
side. He comes over to my
house every Sunday after-
noon, and he could bring
it and save the finder the
trouble of coming away out
to where I live, although
you might say that I will
be very glad to pay the car-
fare of any one returning
the purse, and — now can you
get that in two lines? I
wish you would, please, for I
want to put the advertise-
ment in three papers, and if
I have to pay twenty cents to
each paper and keep the
notice in a couple of days, it will amount to quite a good
deal. I suppose you couldn't get it all in one line, could
you? No? If I have to pay for two lines, you might
add that the person who found the purse was seen to pick
it up. Of course he or she wasn't, but I have read that
if you put that in when advertising a lost article you
will be more apt to get it back ; and if I must pay for
two whole lines I might as well use all of both of them."
Everything as It Should Be.
(4 » HAVE a question to ask you." The proud, intel-
Jl lectual beauty looked intently in the face of the
young man who had sworn to love her forever.
" We are in such perfect sympathy," she said, " that it
is hardly worth while to refer to a slight detail, and yet,
as a mere formality, the matter would better be referred
5. They used it as a tombstone when they stuck him in the
ground
(They said it looked appropriate that way).
They'd never seen a tombstone, but their reasoning was
sound.
(And I saw that joke in Life the other day !)
4. But, alas! it toppled over. Willie wasn't home to lunch.
(It's an awful thing to have one's joke fall flat !)
to, now that we are about
to be married, and the long
evenings are ahead of us —
evenings during which we
can discuss the manifold
questions of the day."
He smiled brightly. "I'm
only too delighted, dear,"
he replied, " to satisfy your
curiosity. Pray proceed."
Smiling lightly, she said,
" Very well, then. This is
the question to which I am
sure you must have given
earnest and prayerful
thought. In which, among
all of Ibsen's plays, do you
consider the great master
reached the height of his
genius?"
" Do you wish to know
my real opinion?"
"I do."
Lowering his voice, he
said, " Darling, the Ibsen cult makes me very weary.
He never wrote anything that can be remotely consid-
ered a work of genius. He is a freak. There's noth-
ing in him. I " —
" Do you really mean that?" She strained him to her
heart.
" I do, indeed. Does it please you?"
And she replied, "Ah, I cannot tell how much! I
was afraid you might appreciate him even in a remote
way. And I knew if you did you might rudely break in
at times on my contemplation of his immensity. Now
nothing can happen to draw us apart."
THOMAS L. MASSON.
Mooney — " Faith, Oi cud die listenin' to Tom Calla-
han play th' poipes."
Donohue — " Fer meself, Oi'd prefer a paceful ind."
BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT.
" Why do you weep ?" I said,
For tears were in her eyes.
She looked up timidly,
Quite taken by surprise.
Then, through her falling tears,
A tender smile revealing,
She simply pointed to
The onions she was peeling.
LUE P. VERNON.
What Pat Was After.
B Little Wabash River wag on a rampage. Its
waters were all over the bottom-lands and many
farms were inundated, in some cases the water coming
up to and all around the farmers' homes. Among the
houses to be completely surrounded was that of one Pat-
rick O'Brien. A neighbor of Pat's, rowing a boat down
the middle of the road during the flood, perceived Pat
wading around out in the back yard, a tin bucket in one
hand and a long stick in the other. He was advancing
cautiously and at the same time poking about in the
water with the stick at every step. Wondering what
Pat could be about, the rower shipped oars and called
out,
" What's the matter, Pat?"
" B'jabers, an' I'm a-lookin' fer me well, to git a
pail o' wather out!" was O'Brien's reply.
The Poor Old Beggar.
E prosperous wholesale grocery dealer had sold out
his business preparatory to departing for the West
to live. He was reflecting, the next morning, on the
prospect of getting a good price for his house, which the
day before he had advertised for sale, when the doorbell
jingled merrily.
"Sir," said the maid, putting her head in at the
library door a moment later, " it's the old beggar from
the corner near your store, sir."
" Old Jo, the beggar, eh?" rejoined the retired busi-
ness man, taking from his pocket a coin. " I presume
the wretched old fellow missed my customary contribu-
tion this morning and is come for it. Here, give him
this dollar."
The maid went away with the money and again re-
turned.
" I gave the dollar, sir," said she, " and he seemed
very thankful for it; but he says he'd like to speak a
moment with you on business, sir."
" What business can that old beggar have with me?"
" He says that if you can bring the price of this house
down to twenty thousand dollars cash, he'd buy it, sir!"
Dead Easy.
IT IS not hard to write amusing things.
You only sit and take your pen in hand —
Or your typewriter, if you understand
How it is worked — and wait until the wings
Of fancy stir the Heliconian springs
Of.light and joy, imagination, and
Wait till your brain to fever heat is fanned,
And then reel off the stuff that tickles kings.
It is not hard. Why, it is just as easy !
A child can do it with supreme delight.
The one prerequisite for sayings breezy
Is just to learn to hold a pen and write ;
And then, unless your brain is very cheesy,
You're " it," " the real " — a joker out of sight.
WILLIS LEONARD CLANAHAN.
A HALF-PORTION.
Countryman — " Fifteen cents fer a hair-cut?"
Barber — " Right you are !"
Countryman — Wa-al, take off abaout ten
cents' worth."
TEAM WORK.
FOOTBALL TERM.
Carrying the bawl around the end for a long run.
No Hair-splitting.
«« OUT," argues the exasperated automobilist, who
*^ has been haled before the country justice, " you
haven't the shadow of a reason for arresting and trying
me. Why, man, my machine was standing stock still.
Absolutely motionless! Even the constable will tell you
that."
" The automobull was a-standin' still all right, " ac-
knowledges the constable, " but its engine was runnin'
full blast, an' it sounded just like they do when they go
forty miles a hour."
"But my machine was not moving! Judge, this is
prepos"
A spanking team.
" The evidence is all against you," coldly decided the
justice. " Twenty dollars and costs. This is not the
time or place for idle technicalities."
Where Pat Made a Mistake.
« f\H," sobbed Mrs. Casey, " some wan told me hus-
band Pat that he c'd have his pants pressed be
lettin' th' steam roller run over thim, an' Pat troid th'
scheme!"
" Well, phy do ye cry?" asked her friend, Mrs. Gar-
rity.
" Oh !" wailed the wife, " Pat forgot t' take th' pants
off first!"
'USED TO HER BURDEN.
Raonan — " Casey only dead two months an' there goes th' woife av him wid a ' Merry
Widdy ' shappough !"
Noonan — " Yis ! An', d'ye moind, she carries it as aisy as she used to th' basket av laun-
dry befoor Casey doi'd an' lift her his loife-insurance mooney 1"
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COMFORTING NEWS OF HIS SON.
"Professor, how is that boy of mine getting along ? Does he
seem ambitious?"
" 1 should say so ! Most ambitious boy I ever saw — to get out
of school"
First of May.
TO MOVE or not to move : tnat i"s the question.
Whether 'tis better in this flai to suffer
The slings and arrows of an outraged landlord,
Or to take one with seven light rooms in Harlem,
Without an elevator. To pack, to move;
No more ; and by that move to say we end
The subway jar and other natural shocks
This flat is heir to — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To pack, to move;
To move, perchance to worse! Ay, there's the rub!
For in that Harlem flat what ills may come
When we have given up this present lease,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes this Home, Sweet Home so hard a life.
For who would bear the troubles of a flat,
The janitor's tongue, the proud cook's contumely,
The smells of others' meals, the milk's delay,
The violence of tradesmen, the steam heat
(That always is too little or too much),
When he himself might a quietus have
In a small boarding-house? Who'd stay here in
gloom,
But that the dread of Harlem, far away,
That undiscovered country where is born
The frisky goat and sad-faced strap-hanger,
Traveling hours on end, puzzles the will
And makes us rather keep the flat we have
Than move to others that we know not of.
Thus moving-day makes cowards of us all,
And thus the happy thought of better quarters
Is sicklied o'er with thought of broken things
When enterprising movers pitch and tumble
The barreled bric-a-brac and boxed-up glass,
And we dare not bring action ! CAROLYN WELLS.
He Stayed.
« XATHAT! going to leave us so soon, Thomas?"
"Sorry, sir; but I must tell you as 'owl
can't put up with the missus any longer."
" But, Thomas (appealingly), think how long Fve
put up with her!"
LIGHT-OPERA IDEALS.
Mrs. Constable Shufflesopp— " Joshuay ! be ye loony ? Why are ye rigged out in thet— the "
Constable Shufflesopp— Mayor's orders fer th' beautifyin' uv th' town. He sez he seed gd cops
like this ter a show down ter N' York, an' they wuz mighty ornamental."
He Furnished Proof
By A. B. Lewis
«C IgVARE, please."
f "I paid my fare."
"If you paid your fare I wouldn't be here
asking you for it."
" Oh, you're one of those bright conductors who never
make a mistake, eh?"
" I'm bright enough to know you're trying to beat
the company."
"Yes?"
"That's what I said."
" You run right along now. I want to finish this
story in the paper about the fight."
" What fight is that?"
" Why, a fresh conductor thought he'd bulldoze a pas-
senger out of a second fare, and he got an awful thrash-
ing."
" You can't bluff me."
" That's what the passenger said as he handed out an
upper-cut."
" Then you won't pay, eh?"
" Not a second fare."
" Say, when did you get on this car, anyway?"
"About a week ago, it seems to me. I got on at
Beverly Street."
" Oh, you did. Maybe you can mention a few things
that happened to show you got on away back there?"
" Sure thing. At Blank Street four people got on,
and you only rang up three fares. At James Place you
took a quarter from a woman and bluffed her out of the*
change. At Nelson Avenue you collected six fares, but
the company will only get three. At Lanly Street
you"
But at this juncture the conductor seemed to have
very important business on the back of the car. At any
rate, he hurried back there, and for the next twenty
minutes he was as frustrated as an old maid about to
make a leapryear proposal.
First bench-warmer — " We want ter look out fer dem
dog perlice."
Second bench-warmer — " Nuttin' doin'. We ain't
got a cent."
\
WRONG NAME.
Seedy man (excitedly thrusting his hands into his pockets)—" B' gobbs ! I have lost my purse. I simply must go
Plymouth, and the tram leaves in three minutes. B' gobbs ! I hate to ask you, but would you mind " —
Conductor • (affably)— "You have made a mistake. I am not B. Gobbs; I am O. Hill. B. Gobbs is conductor on
the next freight. You have just lime to catch it by getting off now."
A REASSURANCE.
" Dear me! what's the matter, sonny ?"
" Boo-hoo ! Here I've bin a-fishin' all day an'
ain't caught nothinV
"Well, nevermind ; you're bound to catch some-
thing when you get home."
LITTLE CHESTNUTS.
*¥*HACKERAY tells us of an Irishwoman begging alms
from him, who, when she saw him put his hand in
his pocket, cried out, " May the blessing of God follow
you all your life!" But when he only pulled out his
snuff-box, she immediately added, " And never overtake
ye."
" Lenny, you're a pig," said a fathe^to his little five-
year-old boy. " Now, do you know what a pig is,
Lenny?"
" Yes, sir; a pig's a hog's little boy."
C. E. Showalter (eleven years old), Roanoke, Va.
EQUAL TO THE OCCASION.
1JALPH had been in the habit of begging a penny
^^ from his father every few days, with which to buy
a fresh doughnut from the
bakery next door.
One day he had made
his purchase and was leav-
ing the bakery, when the
proprietor noticed that the
penny had a hole in it, and
exclaimed, " Bring that
doughnut back, Ralph.
Your penny has a hole in
it!"
The little fellow prompt-
ly replied, " Well, so has
your doughnut!" and closed
the door after him, leaving
the proprietor to figure out
who had made the best of
Literary Notes.
BOOKS are booming again. One of the six best cel-
lars in Kansas this season is the cyclone cellar.
We print this joke just to get it out of the way.
A popular cereal in Scotland this year, for which
there is even a greater demand than for the works of
Barrie or Stevenson, is oatmeal. Our reason for print-
ing this joke is the same as above.
A story that has attracted much attention among vis-
itors to the metropolis this winter is the top story of the
Flatiron Building. It is lofty in character and exceed-
ingly breezy. We don't know why we have printed this
joke, but here it is.
If you are looking for a book that is full of live char-
acters, all of them intensely human and thoroughly of
to-day, you will find the March issue of the telephone
book contains all that you seek, although some readers
prefer the current edition of the city directory. This
isn't a joke, but a solid fact.
Word has been received in this city of the death of
William Shakespeare. Mr. Shakespeare was the author
of several poems of note and a play called " Hamlet"
that was produced in New York last winter to indifferent
houses. He was also the writer of a large number of
popular quotations. His decease leaves Mr. Bernard
Shaw the only considerable literary personage in England.
A Western critic has been at considerable pains to
prove that Daniel Webster did not write Webster's Dic-
tionary. His argument in the main is not convincing,
but his assertion that the book does not read like one of
Webster's speeches, lacks coherence and continuity of
thought, is impressive, and to some minds we should
think would prove conclusive.
A collection of short biographies of President Taft,
ex-President Roosevelt, Hon. James R. Garfield, Mr.
Jacob Riis, W. J. Loeb, and Surgeon-General Rixey is
announced for early publication, under the alluring title
of " Me and My People." It is expected to prove as
popular as "Plutarch's Lives," or that old favorite,
" Rab and His Friends." JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.
the situation.
W. U. Townsend,
Bolivar, Mo.
ADULTERATED FODDER.
Maud — "I have my suspicions about that bale of hay. I think it's adulterated with rails
and thistle and barbed-wire fencing."
Madge—" Oh, nonsense ! It must be all right, Maud. It bears the pure-food inspector's
tag, which in itself is sufficient to guarantee it"
Our American Quarter.
WITH a gentle allegro-non-troppo
movement, the French count
descended from the top of the Seeing
New York auto and advanced to meet
us.
"Well," we said blithely, "what
do you think of our village?"
"Ah!" he replied, " ze American
colony— ze American quarter of ze
greatest city in ze world ! — it is su-
pherb ! It is ze one grand place! It
is exquisite! But it has ze one fault
— it has too many of ze odars. It is
fill wiz ze odar of zis thing and wiz ze
odar of zat thing; it is fill wiz ze odar
of ze rose and wiz ze odar of ze tur-
nip; it is fill wiz ze odar of ze wine
and ze quail-on-toast, and wig ze odar
of ze beer and ze goolash. Ah, me!
I fear zat ze American quarter has
more zan ze twenty-five "cent!"
A COMPROMISE.
-"Wouldn't yer give up smolcin', Chimmy — not even fer de sake
With the Usual Thanks.
IJ^DITOR " Perfect Ladies' Com-
^^ panion,"
Dear sir: Would you be good enough to print the
inclosed poem in your esteemed publication at your usual
rates? Respectfully, A. J. Poet.
A. J. Poet, Esq.,
Dear sir: I would be, but the poem isn't. Respect-
fully, The Editor.
Protest.
THERE was a puir laddie ca'ed Patton;
Sae worrit was he to pit fat on,
That he ganged to his bed,
And on eggs was he fed,
Till a hen cried, " It's time he were sat on!"
uv me an' de child ?"
Jimmy — " Yes-s-s-s, Louise ; fer your sake an' de brat's I gives it up — if
ver don't ax me ter t'row a\vav de butt."
At the Liars' Club.
A NANIAS had just gotten off one he thought rather
** good.
"That's nothing," said the new member. "Just be-
fore I came here Mississippi sent a colored delegate to
the Democratic national convention."
And amid a sickening silence Ananias unbuckled his
championship belt and gave it to the newcomer.
He Knew.
Teachet — -"Johnny, what is an aeronaut?"
Johnny (who has had experience) — "An aeronaut is
a man who goes up in a
balloon, gives you the
hook, throws sand on you,
and then leaves you up in
a tree."
A Truthful Prisoner.
««pOOR fellow!" said
the sympathetic
visitor to the prisoner at
Ossining, "would you
mind telling me what
brought you here?"
"The Peekskill local,
ma'am," said the prisoner
respectfully, " leavin' the
Grand Central Station at
two-ten."
Darn the luck, anyhow ! How the deuce am I ever going to get under that machine ?"
When the plumber sends
in his little bill to the
auto repair-shop, the graft-
ers all snicker.
Spring Fever.
A MAN on third ; two batters out ;
Two runs would win the game.
If he could make a home-run clout,
Deathless would be his fame.
He hitched his grimy trousers up
And spa,t upon his hands ;
He pulled his cap athwart his eye
And faced the howling stands.
"Three balls!" the fans yelled with
delight.
" Two strikes !" the umpire said.
He knocked the next ball out of
sight —
And then fell out of bed.
Why, of Course.
E editor of an agricultural paper
was grumbling about a puzzling
question he had received from a
city man who had recently removed
to the country. The inquiry was this:
'" Will you kindly tell me how long cows should be
milked?"
The office boy, passing near, heard his superior re-
peating the question aloud.
" 'Scuse me, boss," he said; " but w'y don't yer tell
him jes' de same 'a short cows?"
REASONABLE EXPECTATION.
Mother — "Willie, this is Mr. Wise, your new tutor."
Small boy — "Well, why doesn't he toot?"
" Sure! Our anniversary, Margaret dear" (pretend-
ing to have remembered it all the time).
"No such thing" (frigidly). "It's the day yor
promised to nail the leg on that old kitchen table!"
Lysander paled, tried to square himself on the anrii
versary blunder, failed utterly, and the fireworks were on
Bliss.
«C 1 YSANDER " (sweetly), " do you know what day
this is?"
OVERHEARD IN THE NEXT BOX.
" Why have they given up having monkey dinners at
Newport?"
"The question of precedent became too involved.
Weakness.
POOR weakling! Pensive in the corner there,
He runs the gamut of the fancies wild;
Clutching within his futile grasp the chair,
While men ejaculate, " How like a child!"
Content with feeble finger-tips to play,
To pull his scanty hair or hug his knees,
With toothless bite he munches all the day,
Or mumbles meaningless soliloquies.
And friendly persons try to humor him
With nods and smiles and pleasantries inane
But still he nurtures each caprice and whim,
Eccentric as a tempest-veering vane.
He weeps — and yet knows not for whom.
He laughs — the reason's not within his ken
And now and then he totters 'cross the room
For nothing — but to totter back again.
Alarmed by shadows that about him play,
By dreams and unrealities beguiled,
To-morrow he confounds with yesterday.
Dupe of hia senses — ah ! how like a child !
How like the infant actor on the stage
Of life — his childish grief, his childish glee;
But people know the reason is his age —
To-day he is just one year old, you see.
WILLIAM F. MCCORMACK
News Items.
AN ACTOR in Joque has a fur-coated tongue.
** An absent-minded dentist in Quoit put gold crowns
on the teeth of his saw.
A paying- teller in a bank at Kramp is troubled with
two-dollar-billiousness.
Her Highness, the Stenographer Countess
By M. Worth Colwell
MR. SPOTZ was running his hands through his hair
shampoo-wise because his stenographress had
suddenly left.
" Ten dozen letters to get out to-day and no chauffeur-
lady to run the typewriter! What shall I do?" he ex-
claimed.
Just then a young miss, with kalsomined hair, in a
OVERCOMING OBSTACLES,
This kid, having read in the game laws that fishing
with more than one rod or pole, held in the hand, was
finable, set about to find a way to overcome this obstacle.
His remarks on reading the law were, "Gee! dat's dead
easy !"
Fluffy-Ruff-house costume, entered the office, chewing a
popular brand of chewing-gum.
" Need a key-puncher?" was her inquiry.
Mr. Spotz bade her have a chair. Upon investiga-
tion, he learned that she had escaped from Taffy's Big
School, where she had learned to talk stenography ($7.59
puts you through).
The young lady was lined up in front of the type-
writer and Mr. Spotz began to dictate. She did not take
down what he said in shorthand, for he doubted if she
could transcribe her own hieroglyphics. In dictating he
made an effort to assist her in punctuation. When the
letter was finished, it read as follows :
" Mr. B. A. Gudething,
" Hotel Dubb, City.'
" Dear sir: Looking over our leadger comma I notice
that in your account don't abbreviate their is an out-
standing eyetem of $14.34 in figures comma witch I
thrust you will remit by return male parenthesis as we
wish to clothes out all old outstanding accounts period
new paragraph.
" I beg to call 2 your attention the knew line of
european goods we are displaying in our windows and
show hyphen cases dash a line of goods that will a peal
to your good taste full stop next sentence. We have
just recieved a large Pareesian Capitol P consignment
and have sum bargains at fenominally low prices ex-
clamation mark. As the saying goes, quotation marks
a word to the wise close quotes that's the end of the sen-
tence another paragraph will you not call around two see
us at your leezure interrogation point.
"Trusting to be still favored with your patronidge
as in the passed, I remain comma
" Very resp. yours"
Cheating the Modern Boswell.
LIVES of all great men remind us
Things that we had best avoid.
One is: Not to leave behind us
Letters that should be destroyed !
Up-to-date Ads.
A RESPECTABLE widow desires washing.
Wanted — A servant who can cook and dress chil-
dren.
A WELL-CHOSEN OCCUPATION.
"Oi see yure b'y Tommy is sellin' papers, Mrs. Mur-
phy. Ain't he young fer it?"
" He is thot, Mrs. Casey ; but Oi hod t' give him some-
thin' t' do t' kape him off th' shtreets."
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Tlie Biography of Bill
By N. H. Crowell
AT THE age of two my attention was first directed
toward Bill. H.e had just arrived and was
putting up a loud holler for lunch. For one so
young, Bill had a fine tenor voice, and the use
of it appeared to afford him unusual pleasure — more
pleasure than we had, in fact.
Bill exhibited a marked dislike for me from the be-
ginning. I presume this was because I was by long odds
the best looking. As I remember Bill at that period, he
had a nose about the size and complexion of a canned
cherry, and it was suspended midway betwixt a pair of
eyes that reminded me of spoiled grapes. I do not re-
call noticing Bill's mouth when closed — except once. On
that occasion I had been induced by a bribe to insert
my finger in Bill's face for the purpose of feeling his
new fangs. Bill recognized me during the operation
and shut down for keeps, retaining me in a fond em-
brace until dad got a screw-driver and made him loosen
up his features. I never had as much faith in Bill after
that. I imagine he has never placed full trust in me
since also, because I
have never been able
to borrow a dollar
from him.
Bill grew fast —
like a hound -pup.
His appetite worked
from seven in the
morning till the same
time next day. As a
consequence, he grew
big and beefy, and
acquired a head like
a Hubbard squash.
When he was three
years of age he made
the harrowing discov-
ery that I was a miser.
I had hoarded up the
stupendous sum of a
dollar and thirty-seven
cents in cold coin.
Bill broke that bank,
and dissipated its con-
tents among his youth-
ful friends. I made
an attempt to impress
upon Bill the enor-
mity of his crime, but
he grew denser the
longer I argued, and
the thing ended in the
woodshed, with dad
enacting the role of
the villain, Legree.
WOULD NEVER DO.
Mrs. Sinks — " Would you like to come to church with me this
morning ? You may sit in my pew, if you like. "
Mrs. Jinks — " Sorry, my dear ; but my hat isn't trir
tide of »ho rhiirxti »
tide of the church. '
Time flew on and it became Bill's turn to visit the
woodshed where, in the past, I had shed so many bitter
tears to the tune of the rollicking shingle or the lath.
It is a bright spot in my memory. I love to dwell upon
it. Bill had heaved a marble at the clock, and the
marble had knocked time out of the latter. With an
instinctive motion dad gathered me in, but my vehement
protests finally convinced him that for once he was in
error. Reluctantly he released me and formed an at-
tachment to Bill. I followed. Being a casual spectator
of a scene of that sort was new to me and I expected to
enjoy it. It was great — until dad got through with Bill.
Then the fun ran right out of it, for dad saw me gloating
and he took me in. I received what was left over from
Bill. It was quite a lot, too. But it fitted me very
well.
When Bill was five I passed sentence of death upon
him. He had sent me a peculiarly cutting valentine,
and my sensitive nature would not be satisfied with
aught but blood. I met Bill in the yard, and told him
that I was going to
make match safes out
of his pelt in less
time than it would
take a dog to choke
on a sandwich. He
said he was glad to
hear it, as he had
been aching to hand
me a package for some
time, on his own ac-
count. We mixed.
When we separated,
Bill had delivered his
package, and I real-
ized that I had placed
the date of my venge-
ance too late in the
calendar.
Perceiving that Bill
intended to be a per-
manent fixture in the
family, I saw that
discretion was the bet-
ter part of safety, and
so formed a union
with him in the dis-
covery and manufac-
ture of our celebrated
pain-proof pads. In
oar household, these
articles were a
daily necessity, and
Bill and I would
hook on our pads by
: trimmed for that
'APRIL SHOWERS
instinct whenever we sighted dad coming home from
work.
As Bill grew up he manifested a strong leaning to-
ward sport. Elderly ladies, who infested our vicinity,
made no bones of predicting violent deaths for both of
us, although the writer was one of the best boys you
ever saw. Couldn't think of anything wicked without
getting sick at the stomach. Bill, on the other hand,
was a hardened wretch, and was never happier than
when facing death in
some form or other.
He once fell off a forty-
foot windmill without
sustaining a bruise. It
is only fair to state
that he fell into a tank-
ful of soft water. If
it had been hard it
would have killed him.
School was a grisly
specter that darkened
Bill's early life. He
regarded it as an evil
that was to be avoided
whenever possible, and
he made it possible
about four days per
week. Bill got far
enough advanced so that
he knew that one cat
and another cat made
one cat-fight. Then the
school board got their
hooks into him, and
dragged him through
two or three rooms by
main strength. When
he tackled mathematics
Bill got thrown hard.
Physiology made him
step sideways like a blind
horse smelling an automobile
dead ahead. Ancient history
gave him the nightmare so bad
that I refused to speak to him.
When Bill peeked into an al-
gebra one day his digestion
gave completely out, and he
accepted a job at the brick-
yard, passing hot bricks to a
wheelbarrow.
Bill stuck to the brickyard
until he had a complexion like
an orang-outang. Then he
staked himself out on a farm.
Here he did fine — in three
years cleaning up almost twen-
ty-seven dollars in negotiable
cash and securities.
He then resigned from the
farm and came home — to hunt.
His rural existence had presented him with large,
jagged features and fingers like bananas. His face was
tanned the color of an Italian's work-shirt. He had a
voice like a bear in a churn. When he laughed, the
lamps flickered, the loose change in dad's pocket rattled,
and the cows came home. He was as full of fun as a
soda fountain is of fizz — and at the same pressure.
I remember distinctly the time when Bill blew me for
a dog. I was not suffering for a dog at all, but when Bill
-BRING MAY FLOWERS.
TOUCHED.
Mrs. Homespun — "The comic papers say you fellows never work."
Weary Waffles — " Y-yes'm. De comic papers also says dat mother-in-laws is a nuisance, when
everybody knows dat dey are de most sweetest an' angelic uv mortals, an' "
Mrs. Homespun — " You poor, dear man ! Come right in this minute and I will broil a chicken
for you."
bad gone to the trouble of con-
tracting for the animal, I paid
for it without any useless mur-
murs. I had a reputation then,
and I guarded it earnestly. If I
had owned a prophetic eye I
would have countermanded that
pup at the start. It was my
first great error. The trouble
that brute caused in, around,
and among our family would
have made a Mormon mend his
ways.
Bulger, the dog, took a par-
ticular dislike to dad, and would
make a strenuous attempt to
tree him on his return from
work. This was hard to do, as
dad was built like a Saratoga
trunk and hated climbing, and,
in addition to that, he was re-
markably hard to persuade. By the time dad had
kicked Bulger onto the roof of the summer kitchen half
a dozen times, the animal saw a great light and yielded
to superior force.
Bulger led a checkered career. He ended it by giving
way to temptation. Mother had set out a line of lemon
pies to cool. They had lather on them two and a half
inches thick, and were things of beauty and a joy for-
ever. I have seen dad begin at one edge of one of
mother's lemon pies and never draw a breath till he
emerged smiling and triumphant at the farther edge.
Mrs. Henry Peck—"
lect my bridge game this
A FAMILIAR COMPLAINT.
Henry, you must get a nurse for these eggs,
way."
I simply cannot neg-
He could almost inhale one of those pies. A fellow had
to open his jaws till his back hurt, to bite one of those
pies, but when he did, it was worth the misery.
The pies had hardly got acclimated on the back porch
when our canine pet sighted them. He jammed his cold,
clammy muzzle into pie number one, in an endeavor to
learn more of its character and habits. As he drew back
to think it over, the froth stuck to his nose, and, in some
surprise, Bulger ran out a foot or so of tongue to remove
it. As we had not taught him to spit he had to taste it.
Tears of joy came into the dog's deep hazel eyes as he
DEAD, ANYHOW.
Roonty — " Yis, Cassidy met wid a violint death. He took a dose av morphane, wint to shlape, an*
niver woke up."
Riley — " Do ye call thot violint?"
Raoney—" Yis. They pounded th' loife out av th' poor feller thry in' to make him wake !"
did so. He yearned for more
till his hind legs fairly
trembled. It was a terrible
moment — and Bulger yielded.
He scalped those pies with the
neatness and dispatch of a Si-
oux Indian, and went out back
of the barn to take a siesta.
After a while he woke up
and remembered the pies. He
started back, hoping mother
had planted a fresh row for
his benefit. She was just
coming out to interview
those pies as he came up.
She saw him coming — with
foam on his chops, and as far
back as his ears. The sight
nearly scared mother to death,
but a hasty glance at the pies
reassured her. She picked
up a tomato can full of fish-
worms belonging to Bill, and,
with cruel aim, heaved it at
poor Bulger. It missed Bul-
ger by a narrow margin of about a rod, and broke two
dollars' worth of glass in the hothouse. Bulger shot
under the back porch like a shot from a thirteen-inch
gun.
When dad reached home he viewed the pies, and forth-
PROVERB.
"Conceited people are like eggs — too full of
themselves to hold anything else."
with sentenced the animal to
death for life. As Bill re-
fused to curtail the dog's
happy life, and as dad was too
tired to lead the brute out-
side of the corporate limits,
this sad duty devolved on a
neighbor's son.
Sam Berry took the dog in
one hand and a big, round
dollar in the other. His in-
structions were terse and sig-
nificant. He was to come
back with no dog. Sara was
back in an hour with a mar-
row-freezing tale of slaugh-
ter. He went into details
with such vividness and skill
that it nearly broke our
hearts. Mother wept, dad
sneezed, and Bill wore a face
as long as a horse. Sam
finally left us alone with our
grief — a mighty fortunate
thing for him. He had hardly
been gone a minute when the rapid patter of doggish
feet was heard, and Bulger came up the front walk like
a delayed sky-rocket and jumped through the open door
right into dad's lap. The shock pushed dad over and
broke the back off the chair he was assuaging his grief
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A VICTIM TO SYSTEM.
Mrs. Handout — " How did you become a tramp?"
WearyWillie— "It wuz de 'health magazines,1 lady. I
begun takm* lone walks fer me appetite, an' pretty soon I
wuz good fer nuthin' but de long walks an' de appetite."
WE POOR HUMANS!
"Ah, my dear Mrs. Flamingo, you are so fortunate !"
|| Why, how's that, Mrs. Pelican ?"
You never have to ask Mr. Flamingo to button up
your dress in the back."
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on. Bulger then leaped across
the table and gave mother a
hasty facial massage, yelped a
few times in glee, and pounced
upon Bill. He was the happiest
dog I have ever seen — before or
since. Even dad looked pleased
— though he gritted his teeth
every time he thought of those
lemon pies.
In those early days Bill's
clothes were hereditary. Mine
were, too, but I will not admit
it. When dad finally made up
his mind that he had actually
worn his clothes as long as his
contempt for them would per-
mit, they descended by easy
stages to Bill and me, The proc-
ess of revision was a fearful
and wonderful one. The clothes
were turned inside out, and as
clothes of that period wore a
shaggy inner surface, Bill and I
used to be garbed like mountain
goats. Some of the pants we
inhabited had hair on, an inch in length. A fellow once
touched a match to the fuzz on Bill's breeches, and it took
ten of us to put Biu out. After the affair he possessed
a burnt-hair odor that made his society very exclusive.
FISH FIGURES.
" How many fish did you catch yesterday ?"
" Forty-eight"
" Did you eat all three of them ?"
These trousers were always
made on a large scale. Two
could get into them with ease
and comfort. It was not until
Bill began bringing home con-
traband pickerel under cover of
his huge pants that mother saw
the error of her way. If Bill
had lugged in a fish across his
shoulder, the warden, who lived
next door as a precaution, would
have nabbed him. But by slit-
ting the pickerel's tail and but-
toning it over his suspender but-
ton, he could tote in twenty
pounds of fish, provided the
pants remained on.
Mother changed the situation
by cutting a big V-shaped gash
in the upper rim of Bill's trou-
sers and sewing the gash togeth-
er. This puckered Bill up so
that he could wear his pants
without using suspenders, and
he grew quite proud over it.
Bill had a blood-curdling ad-
venture with those hirsute pants once. He had a girl —
also an ice-boat. In constructing the latter, Bill had
stolen the sheets from the spare bed to use as a sail.
This crime was not discovered until mother accused the
AS GOOD AS THE BEST OF THEM.
' Oh, I don't know. She ain't got anything on me !"
presiding elder of the theft, and Bill manfully opened
his heart and confessed.
Bill invited the girl to go ice-yotting — some spell it
yacht, but I can't. She was tickled to death to go, and
Bill tucked her in snugly and then wedged himself into
what space she didn't make use of. He was wearing his
hairiest pants and he fitted the yacht like a new boot does
a bunion.
The boat behaved well, and as Bill was a natural-born
sailor he fairly dazzled the girl by the style in which he
handled it. In due time, however, the girl hinted that
her folks usually had supper about six, and Bill woke up.
He commenced to crawl out of
his corner. Then he hesitated
and looked at the girl in an
alarmed manner. He started
again, and again glanced idiot-
ically at the girl. He then felt
around critically with his hand.
The chilly truth was out — his
shaggy trousers had frozen fast
to the yacht. In the words of
Old Sleuth, "He was a prisoner
— facing he knew not what."
The sad intelligence gradu-
ally percolated to the girl and •
seemed to amuse her greatly.
Bill advised her to run on home
and send down the fire com-
pany or the police, but she
flatly refused. She said he
had brought her there and he
had to take her home.
Bill relapsed into painful thought, and could feel him-
self growing closer and tighter to the planks every
moment. At last, with a rosy blush, which was half-
concealed by the pale light of the setting sun, he ex-
A GENIUS. -
De Style—" Einstein is
a very inventive rro-
moter."
Gunbuita — "What has
he been doing now ?"
De Style— '?Says there
is lots of money in it for
the man who can put up
the bridge jam in subway
jars."
TOO DRASTIC.
"I see by the paper, ma, that a boy assassin has been
hanged."
"Wa-al, a sassin' boy is a great trial, but I don't think
met he ought ter be hanged fer it."
tracted his jackknife and set to work. If memory serves
me right, the girl responded gamely to the call of neces-
sity, and assisted at critical stages of the operation.
At length Bill stood— or, rather, sat — free. From then
on history is inaccurate or fragmentary, and the present
writer reluctantly chronicles his entire ignorance of the
facts. Bill's wife — who was the girl in the case— has
never mentioned it.
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HEN a woman attends a handkerchief sale, it is
probably because she wants to blow in something.
STUDIES OF A GENTLEMAN GIVING SOME GOOD-NATURED ADVICE TO HIS NEIGHBOR
SUBURBAN ADVANTAGES.
Pint suburbanite — "You were not at the church
sociable last night. What was the matter?"
Second suburbanite — " Got carried past my station,
and couldn't get a train back till it was too late."
First suburbanite — " Ah ! reading again ?"
Second suburbanite — " Naw ! Trying to explain
the benefits of living in the suburbs to a city man."
The Amazon Mountains.
HEN I was going to school, ' ' said the prominent
man, willingly contributing his share to the
symposium of boyhood recollections, " it was up in Can-
ada, and the examinations at the end of each term were
oral instead of written. The teacher would arrange the
class on benches before him, ask the boys questions in
turn, and when a boy couldn't answer tne question he
had to get up from his bench and go and stand against
the wall.
" During one examination the teacher asked us, 'What
great range of mountains is in South America?
" The first boy shook his head in despair, got up and
stood against the wall. The second boy stammered for
a moment, then he too got up and went to the wall.
The next boy did the same thing. By that time confu-
sion had hold of the class, and the other boys arose in
one-two-three order and marched to the waif. As I saw
my turn approaching— I was about the last boy to be
expected to answer— I became rattled. For my life I
couldn't concentrate my thoughts enough to recp',1 the
name of that mountain range, and, finally, completely
demoralized, I found myself unconsciously rising and
going to the wall. Not a boy in the class could think of
the name of that mountain range.
" Yet I knew perfectly well then, as anybody knows,
that it was the Amazon Mountains."
HELP, HELP!
First apple — "Say, fellows! that giil over there is a
core-us girl."
Playing Safe.
A MATEUR, holding five aces, leans over to profes-
sional poker player and whispers, " Billie, how
would you play that hand?"
• Professional replies, " My boy, if I were you I think
I'd play under an assumed name."
Jokes.
THE jokes that a fellow
Remembers are yellow
With age — really century pets;
But the true bull's-eye hitters, \
The dandy side-splitters,
Are those that he always forgets.
Professor — "And then, Mr. Sharp, what happened
after Alexander the Great died?"
Student (solemnly) — " He was buried."
TURN DOWN THE LIGHT.
She—" Yes, dear ; if you insist yon may catch a few of
those fireflies. I admit the light is a strain to my eyes."
Sir Galahad and the Balloon He Had
How the Great Knight Met Wondrous Adventure at the Castle of Maidens
By M. Worth Colwell
ANON, saith the tale, Sir Galahad did make amends
upon his balloon so that he might fly again and
kill the sky monster, as he was avowed, and make
good. For sith the airship had been rebuilden and fulled
with eighty-cent gas, it was marvel for to see and of
great prowess.
Then came much good knights of the Table Round
unto Sir Galahad, among the which were Sir Bors de
Ganis, Sir Dodinas le Sauvage, Sir Palomides, Sir Teddy-
bear, and many others. And so when the fellowship
were come they made passing good cheer, and Sir Teddy-
bear said to Sir Galahad,
" What adventure seek ye
now, fair knight? For it
would to look goodily to us were
ye to make a splendorous as-
cending."
" Ye speak well, forsooth,
good sirs," answered Sir Gal-
ahad, as he did lean up against
a live wire, for to rest and
ease him. "To-day an I do
not meet with a sky dragon,
who perchance may send my
balloon all-to-rive, I shall hie
me up high and off to the
Castle of Maidens, which the
same is many leagues afar."
" Dost know whence lieth
the Castle of Maidens?" asked
Sir Palomides, whilst he fixt
his coat of Mail, for it was
Special Delivery Limited Mail.
" Nay, no force and no mat-
ter, but I will away and dis-
cover it, wheresoever it be.
Leave it to muh !" answered
the aero errant knight, scratch-
ing his armor for to take the itch
from out of it; for knights
did much strange adventures
then betimes, for those were
the happy days and happy
knights.
So Sir Galahad did start up
his balloon, and it did rise,
even as an yeast cake, and all
the knights did cheer and all
the noblesse of the court eke
did shout, and the Common
Peepul did peep. So the brave
knight did sail, and when he
had ridden much he saw in a
valley before him a castle with
deep ditches and moats, and
there ran beside a fair river which height Severn, and
the warders who, perchance, did ofttimes shoot crap-
pings, would call out, "Come a Severn!" Then Sir
Galahad met with a man of great ancientage, and he
asked him what was the castle's name.
" Fair sir," said the old man, " it is the Castle of
Maidens, and it hath an huge wall, so that none may
escale it. Sir Knight, if ye do, ye will ride therein to
great folly, for ye have this ditch water to pass over."
" What care I for dish water?" asked the knight. " I
will abut me into the place."
THOSE DEAR GIRLS!
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I hope so, too — justice tempered with mercy."
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HARD AND FAST.
Pat— "It ain't twilve yit, Moike. Thot, clock's fast. "
Mike — "Shure, an' Oi know thot. Ef it worn't fast, be-
gorra ! the dommed thing wud fall down on yer hid !"
Then came from the castle seven knights, all of them
brethren, and called out, " Knight, keep thee, for we
do assure thee nothing but death!"
" Ha!" laughed Sir Galahad. " Will ye all have to
do with me at once? Take that then, and that, and that,
and that ; and when ye be asked, say that a good knight
gave it to yuh!" So saying, he whizzed his airship into
their middest, laying out- three of them. Then the
brothers did assail him main hard with spears and smote
the balloon great strokes, so that their spears break.
But Sir Galahad hit them upon the heads with an auxil-
iary wind-jammer, and nigh broke their necks, so that
they did flee.
Then went Sir Galahad into the castle, and there
were full twoscore damsels standing.
"Good-morrow, fair knight," said they, "for thou
hast rescued us from the false knights who shutted us in
the gaol."
" How came ye hither?" asked Sir Galahad.
Then spake a tall one, " Know ye not that we are the
' Moonlight Maid Burlesquers ' that did to strand, for we
are chorus gentlewomen and our parents were all rich
but honest. And ye have slain all our low comedians."
Then they did all knock wood, for he had slain all the
low comedians.
Whereupon, after bravely rescuing the damsels, Sir
Galahad flew in a jiffy back to his press representative
for to get some illustrated specials in the Sunday Sup-
plements.
Binks — " My sister is coming out this spring."
Winks — " How long was she sent up for?"
THE OBJECT.
" I've got one of my sons learning the cornet and the other the fiddle ; one daughter studying the piano
and the other plays the flute ; while to top it all off, my wife has started taking singing lessons."
" My gracious ! is your family as musical as all that ?"
" No ; but there's a vacant lot next to our place, and we don't want anybody to build on it "
A Few Guesses on Women.
E SHOULD analyze neither the looks nor the
n;ind of a beauty.
The naked truth makes every one who sees it blush
for very shame.
Cynicism is merely idealism turned sour.
The penalty of getting the woman you want is that
you must keep her.
One should be just as careful about lying as about
telling the truth.
When a man begins to write for money, he stops
reading for pleasure.
In a high wind it is the oldest, ugliest, and leanest
women who endeavor hardest to hold their skirts down.
Celibacy has the advantage of involving submission
to the wants and wishes of a single tyrant.
To women love is an occupation; to men a preoccupa-
tion.
Anxious son — " What does ' chicanery ' mean, fa-
ther?"
Fathei — "A place where they can chickens, of
course."
Ready for Him.
E DIGNIFIED president of a well-known and
flourishing New England college, in his moments
of relaxation, tells the following story at his own ex-
pense :
One summer, some years ago, he spent a vacation of
several weeks at a farmhouse in a Maine town. The next
season he received a letter from his former boarding
mistress, inquiring if he would like to return.
In reply he stated that he would be very glad to pass
another summer vacation with her, provided some needed
changes were made about the place.
"First," wrote the college president, "your maid
Mary is persona non grata, being anything but neat and
APRIL WEATHER.
" This shower bath, with music, is certainly a fine institution. '
' HIS BEREAVED MEMBER.
" Binks's best girl is dead."
" Is he going to wear mourning?"
"Just on his arm.'1
orderly in her ways, and if she is still with you I trust
you will at least not allow her to wait on the table.
" Secondly, I would suggest that the sanitary condi-
tions on your place would be greatly improved if the
pigsty were moved back a few rods farther from the
house or done away with altogether.
" I will wait until I hear from you before deciding
about coming."
The somewhat particular college president was reas-
sured by the receipt of the following reply :
" Mary has went. We hain't had no hogs on the place
since you was here last summer. Be sure and come."
A Mich. Wish.
A HOMESICK young angler from Mich.
Sadly said, " How I wish I could flch.
In a Mich, brook
And once more have the cook
Serve a Mich, fich in a dich.
Well Matched.
«{ OHE is going to marry a duke. You know she in-
^ herited fifty millions."
"It's tainted."
"Well, so is the duke."
How He Squared Himself.
" |JOTTEN!" involuntarily exclaimed Higgins at the
^^ play. "I beg your pardon," he said to the
startled man in the next seat, thinking possibly he was
a friend of the actor. " I'm always saying something
to hurt some one's feelings; but I assure you I was not
referring to the star — merely his lines."
" Oh, don't worry about me," he replied. " I'm only
the man who wrote the play."
In Her Name.
N YOU tell me who lives here?" inquired the
postman of the new tenant.
"Well," sighed Mr. Henry Peck — for it was none
other — " if it comes to that, I guess you must mean my
wife."
CAUTIOUS.
"Are ye the injineer o' this train ?"
"Yes, ma'am."
" Well, I want t' introdoose ye t' my son, Caleb, who's
goin' up t' Berkeley with ye ; he's goin' t' college there, an' I
want ye should go reel slow an' careful till ye get there, becuz
he's goin' t' be a missionary t' the heathen."
H6Nai.su.
TAKE THE NEXT TRAIN.
Irate hostess— "Do you suffer from cold feet, Mr. Stand-
around?''
Mr. Standaround— " I do not."
Irate hostess — " Then unwrap them, please, at once.'*
Submarine Finance.
THERE was an ancient mariner.
For threescore years and ten
He'd worked upon a submarine
Until the proud day when
He'd viewed his warlike craft complete,
The happiest of men.
The government inspectors came
And marveled greatly o'er
The wonderful invention that
Was moored down by the shore.
The old inventor glowed with pride
And dreamed of wealth galore.
They sped across the ocean's foam.
The men began to think
This craft the great problem had solved.
Its wonders made them blink —
In fact, it would do anything
Required of it but — sink.
The old man was no financier;
His purse was not rotund.
He'd just enough to float his craft,
But not a cent beyond.
You see, he'd been unable to
Provide a sinking fund.
ROY K. MOULTON.
Consolation.
\A7 ANTED — By a young man recently rejected, apart-
ments adjoining those of a young married couple
possessed of a baby that cries all night, causing the
father to promenade in robe de nuit ; good, loud swearer
preferred.
It Would Crowd Him.
« OIMPKINS refuses to have his flat papered," re-
^^ ported the agent of the building.
" What's the matter now?" inquired the owner.
" He claims they haven't room enough as it is."
The Discontented Lobster
By Ellis Oliver Jones
ONCE there was a lobster who sat in his lobster bed
and sighed. His limitations chafed him; and
especially when he thought of the bright-red
coats of lobsters he had heard about in sharp contrast to
his own somber-hued garb, his contempt for the local
tailors knew no bounds.
" I'm going away from he-ah," he announced finally.
He had acquired the accent from a lobster who had lately
come among them, and who had once belonged in the
preserves of an English lord.
" Going away?" questioned his mother dramatically.
" Yes. I am tired hanging round here. I want to
get into the swim."
"You're in the swim now," observed his little
brother, who was also the village joker.
" I am speaking figuratively, gillie," retorted the dis-
satisfied one. "I'm going to New York."
" You'll be in the soup there, and that's no figure of
Speech," returned his brother.
Ignoring this last witticism, the dissatisfied one con-
tinued, " I'm tired of these old clothes and the rest of
the has-beens around this town. New York is the place
for me."
"This is a pretty kettle of fish," said his mother
feebly.
" I want to hobnob with the big bugs at the swell
hotels," he went on.
" It's plain to be seen that you are indeed a lobster—
a regular chip off the old block," said his mother. She
tried her best to dissuade him from his purpose, but in
vain. The next time the lobster fishermen came around
the young man departed.
But it happened that, on the way to New York, he
got into a fight and lost one of his claws. Being thus
imperfect, he never got farther north than Fourteenth
Street, and ended his days on a Bowery free-lunch counter.
Moral — New York is a big place.
MAN in Petuna drank gasoline by mistake,
instead of coughing, he honks.
Now,
' YES, SIR-REE, HOOK AND ALL, AND HE WAS EVERY INCH OF TWO FEET!"
SERVING HIM RIGHT.
Clancy (down and out) — "Thot settles it! Me cup av sorrow is
filled t1 th1 brim !"
Mrs. Clancy — "Faith, an' it isn't! Will ye hov wan or two
lumps ?"
sap runs like it does thia spring, and, I'll tell
you, I've seen thousands of 'em!"
Austin C. Williams, Westville, Ind.
THE DOCTOR KNEW.
PATRICK O'ROURKE, an Irishman, had the
* misfortune one day of falling from the
second story of a house just being completed.
Mike Flaherty, the foreman, saw him fall and
immediately called an ambulance, which in due
course of time arrived. The surgeon gave one
glance toward Pat's still form and said, " He's
dead."
Pat, who was just coming to, heard him,
and, rising to a sitting posture, replied,
" You're a liar! I ain't!" Mike was standing
close by, and took hold of Pat gently, saying,
" Lay down, Pat! The doctor knows better!"
Charles R. Heyler, New York, N. Y.
NOT FINISHED.
on a time a lonely little boy began praying to
the Lord to send him a baby brother. Regularly
every night, before retiring, he got down on his knees
and offered up his petition. Finally he suggested that
he had waited a long time, and hoped the Lord would
hurry up matters.
In a few days the " little broth-
er " arrived. Looking at the baby
a little bit, the " lonely little boy "
said, "Gee! He's a great looking
thing! Can't talk, can't walk,
ain't got any hair, and he ain't got
any teeth — he ain't finished ! Wish
I hadn't been in such a darn
hurry!"
J. C. Eddingfield,
New Ross, Ind.
.EXPERIENCE ENOUGH.
A FEW days ago, while visiting
a near-by maple sugar camp,
I heard the following conversation
between one of the employes and
another onlooker:
" How's the sap runnin' this
year, Jim?"
"Oh, fairly well."
' 'Bout how much do you cal'ate
you'll get?"
" Well, I reckon, from the way
the sap's runnin' now, we'd ought
to get three hundred and fifty gal-
lon."
" That's more'n you got last
year, ain't it? How do you 'count
for that?"
"Well, sir, I'll tell you, I've
never seen a spring yet where the
FLATTENED HIM.
First chauffeur — " Have you seen anything
of old Speeder lately?"
Second ditto — "Yep; ran across him on Broadway
to-day."
PICKED UP IN THE STREET.
Seaver — " I see the market is pickin' up."
Weaver — " You bet! Picked up all I had last week."
A RACING TERM— "THE FINAL HEAT."
The Reason.
I'VE run a bit with Beatrice and chased around with
Bess- -
I've had a case on both of them, I may as well confess;
I've whispered airy nothings in the pearly ear of Nell,
And told a tale of eloquence to Betty and to Belle;
I've hit the high and toppy poir.ta with Sarah and with
Sue,
And swung to subtle symphonies with Prissy and with
Prue;
I've builded castles in the air, assisted, some, by Nan,
And trolled my moonlight serenades to Dora and to Fan;
I've sworn eternal constancy to Dolly, Tess, and Fay,
And jollied quite a jolly lot with Mabel and with May;
I've turned a double trick at hearts while playing whist
with Pearl,
And hypnotized Miss Cynthia with, " Just one little
girl!"
I would have married each and all — and that's a-going
some!
But — darn their unpoetic souls — they all chewed gum !
STACY E. BAKER.
HARD LINES.
He fondly loved a poetess,
And always ran to greet her.
He liked to scan her loveliness,
And often tried to meter.
Though he, too, tried to poetize,
She did not care to win him.
His shuffling feet did she despise,
And fled the discord in him ! N. M. L.
Inherited.
Weigle — " Judging from the vigorous crowing of your
young rooster, he can whip everything else in the coop."
Ashley — "He can't, though; he's too much like his
mother — full of hot air. You know, she's an incubator."
Anxious for His Health.
Arctic explorer's wife — " Good-by, John, dear!"
Arctic explorer — •" Farewell, my love!"
Arctic explorer's wife — " And, John, be sure that the
ice is perfectly safe."
« ¥ TELL you I must have some money!" roared the
King of Maritana, who was in sore financial
straits. " Somebody will have to cough up."
"Alas!" sighed the guardian of the treasury, who
was formerly court jester, " all our coffers are empty."
A LITERARY hack is not the best vehicle of expression.
HER REFLECTION.
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Who Wouldn't?
AHMED AL M AHEAD, ruler of Mezrah,lsat in
kingly silence on his jewel-incrusted throne. As
was the custom with his forefathers, he had an-
nounced two days before that a basin of silver and gold
would be awarded to the subject who bestowed the great-
est boon on mankind; and the hour drew nigh for the
award. A trumpet sounded, and those who craved the
royal favor filed in.
" Begin !" thundered the king; and the foremost in
the line stepped forward.
" Oh, Son of the Stars, I have allowed myself to pre-
pare, after much labor, a wine, one draught of which
will prevent one from talking in his sleep. For married
men "
" Enough!" interrupted the king. "You have done
well. Thy name shall be handed down to posterity, and
a graven stone shall be set up to you in the public place. ' '
" Oh, Son of the Stars," the second aspirant began,
" I am one skilled in medicine and surgery, and after
years of experimenting I have found that a simple opera-
tion, when performed on the brain of a female child,
absolutely prevents all desire for superfluous frills and
fineries, gossiping and "
" Well done, my son," broke in the king. " You are
a worthy son of a worthy father, and your name shall brf
borne on the wings to the uttermost parts of the earth,
and praises will be on men's lips for ages to come."
" Oh, Son of the Stars," began the third seeker after
fortune, " I am a lover of mankind, and delight in bring-
ing peace and happiness to all. I have here a little con-
trivance so small as would lie in the hollow of your
hand, but which will absolutely prevent pajamas from
rolling up into a thousand and one knots during the
night, and "-
" Enough! enough!" shouted the king, forgetting his
kingly dignity for the moment. "Enough! The prize
is his!"
And the people echoed his words, " The prize is his!"
As Advertised
[AT'S your time?" asked the old farmer of the
brisk salesman.
" Twenty minutes after five. What can I do for
you?"
" I want them pants," said the old farmer, leading
the way to the window and pointing at a ticket marked
"Given away at 5.10."
While He Waits.
FAREWELL to bird and bottle, play and dance !
Yon holy man will guide her thoughts above.
Yet, see ! she casts one long, regretful glance
To where he stands, her first and only love.
Lent lilies fade and spring has bloom, and then
Monsieur the Devil has bis own again.
THE LABOR QUESTION— BOTH SIDES OF IT.
My New Inventions.
Giving and Forgiving.
UE GAVE her a kiss very brave-
•• ly, and then,
Because she seemed shocked at
his daring,
He took it all back like the meekest
of men —
His act by reaction repairing.
Such sign of repentance could not
be ignored—
From further compunction to
save him,
His kiss of contrition she fully re-
stored,
SINCE I sold my last invention (at a price too high to mention)
I have felt ambition stirring in the region of my soul,
And some marvelous creations, fit for women of all stations,
I have fashioned without erring and now offer sound and whole.
I've an Introduction Getter which is warranted to fetter
Any interesting fellow in the twinkling of an eye;
And a new Magnetic Thriller with a Hot-air Gush Instiller
Which will make the heartstrings mellow and ensnare them
by and by.
I've a Wordless Wealth Computer and a Lipless Love Transmuter
And a Male Affection Holder that is warranted O. K.
Then my Sympathy Inciter will make passion flame the brighter,
And my Pseudo Form Enfolder start caresses on their way.
I've a delicate gyrator that I call a Love Equator,
Which will register the fever when it's at its highest clip;
And a wonderful Elixir called the Fast Delusion Fixer,
And a Sign and Seal Deceiver which will circumvent a slip.
I've a Confidence Creator and a Dope Investigator,
Which will satisfy each question that a relative might ask,
And my Wedding Bell Desirer is constructed to inspire a
Sudden form of indigestion which takes lovers all to task.
Then my Happy Home Retainer, or the Mutual Explainer,
Will be counted as a treasure in the family, of course ;
And the last of my inventions which this advertisement mentions
Is my Instantaneous Measure for a Lawyer-less Divorce.
LAURNA W. SHELDON.
Recipe.
¥JICK out a small?
vacant corner
lot. Scatter around
small boys, prefer-
ably barefooted and
with big toes tied
up. Add a twine
ball, several bats,
one broken and
wrapped with wire,
three or four yellow
dogs strolling aloof,
and a brindle cow
grazing with indif-
ferent attitude in
the corner of the
lot. Stir up well.
Fill the air with
cries of " You're
out!" "I touched
yer!" "You're
another!" "I'm
goin' home !" "Aw,
whatchermatterwidyer?" "Never come widinamile!" "Butter-fingers!"
" Whatcherwantdothatfer?" " 01' fraidy cat!" Have the yellow dogs en-
gage in a fight, the brindle cow break her tether and gallop hurriedly down
the street. At this point the twine ball should smash old man Peters's
grocery-store window. The appearance of old man Peters will serve as frost-
ing. Place in the hot sun on a summer's afternoon and label " The National
Game." JOHN MATTER.
The Modern Education.
« ¥ SHOULD never have thought that studying would have cost so much
money "
fer?
WOW!
: Hello, Crowsfeet ! What yer got all yer war paint on
Goin' ter meet yer other girl ?"
No; I'm goin' ter meet her other man !"
And for giving the first she
forgave him. ,. MOXON. " Yes, father; and if you only knew how little I have studied."
HE OUGHT TO KNOW.
Mrs. Hens — "Jest look here, John ! I've found a ten-cent piece in this chicken's craw."
Mr. Hens — " Wa-al, thet makes one authentic case, an' the fust I ever knowed, whar there
wuz money in chickens."
Everybody Swears by Him.
!0'S the best-known man in this township?"
queried the advance agent for the medicine
show.
"Well, young feller," answered Uncle Silas Seaver
slowly, as he carefully packed the tobacco in his black
pipe, "Jake Seymour holds that record about now, by
eatin' the fust new potatoes from his own garden, tho'
Hank Calkins is a close second with his new peas. Aunt
Sarah Stanton is attractin' considerable attention with
her flock of eighteen light brahmas, with an egg record
of twelve dozen in eight days, the same bein' writ up in
the Smithville Banner. An' Wallis Weaver's buildin' a
new hip-roof barn. But I guess, everything considerin',
Squire Hamilton's about the most. popular man about
these parts now. Everybody seems to swear by the
squire, seein's he's jest been elected assessor."
Great Need.
OH, THAT some Burbank of the West
Would patent, make, and sell
An onion with an onion taste —
But with a violet smell.
The Race Is to the Fleet.
C< 'TpHIS is what you call welcoming the fleet," mur-
* mured the hundred-yard sprinter, as he breasted
the tape in eight and four-fifths seconds, amid the ap-
plause of the multitude.
THE end of failures is ofttimes the end of success.
TREASURED HIS LIFE.
Doctor (to attempted suicide) — " You may sit up now."
Suicide — "I know, doctor; but I don't want to do anything
to endanger my health."
GOOD IDEA.
Hairless He»ery—"Can you suggest anything to nourish
my hair?"
Uncle — "Develop your brains a bit and the roots will have
something to feed on."
The Occupant in the Rear.
« ¥S THERE a young lady by the name of Evans liv-
ing in this house?" inquired the strange woman
of the timid-appearing man at the front door.
"Yes," returned he, with a suddenly respectful and
serious demeanor. " She occupies the rear of this house,
so you'd best step round to the rear door and knock
gently, ma'am."
"I did; but no one answered."
" Ah, then, didn't you notice a sign on the door in the
shape of a neat placard?" asked the man, in tones of
awe and admiration.
"Yes. The placard said, ' Out.'"
" Then she's out. That's her sign, ma'am."
" Do you know when she will return?"
"No; we never know that, ma'am. In fact, she
comes and goes whenever she takes the notion, and
wants none to interfere with her doings or habits in any
way, shape, or manner, ma'am."
" She's rather a mysterious and independent sort of
person, I take it."
" Well, rather. You see, ma'am, she's our cook!"
A Problem in Division.
Foreman — " How many av yez are down thot hole?"
Laborers— " Three."
Foreman — " The half av yez come up."
Rondeau.
THE RUMOR ran, not long ago,
That he had come to be my beau.
The gossips shook their heads and talked
If on a Sabbath out we walked
And through the parkways ambled slow.
"Propinquity," they said, you know.
I knew that if he heard he'd go.
And though I at the gossips mocked,
The rumor ran.
So now I sit alone, for no
Tobacco smoke I smell below;
No creak of chair when forth he rocked.
The room is bare, the door is locked;
I've lost my rent, my money's low.
The roomer ran !
AURELIA D. BO WELLS.
These Realistic Babes.
YATILLIE was decidedly realistic and so very fond of
hearing Bible stories read aloud that, as soon as
he could read, his aunty gave him a copy of the Bible
written especially for children.
Not long afterward he was heard howling in despair.
Every one ran to see what had happened. They found
him with his new Bible open.
" Willie, Willie, tell us what is the matter!"
" M-M-Moses is dead! And God buried him! A-and
n-no man knows w-where h-his b-bones are t-to th-thia
day!"
THE LION AND THE LAMB SHALL LIE DOWN
TOGETHER!
THOSE CLEVER STOREKEEPERS.
The child— "Say, maw, how did that storekeeper know
you was from the country ?''
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More Intelligent Than He Looked
By J. Bradley Vandaworker
THE GUIDE connected with the hotel came round
the corner, mounted the steps of the veranda
with awkward strides, and lounged against a
post. He was a lean, lank Greene County
youth from Big Hollow, with a hatchet face and a lantern
jaw. Blinking his sleepy eyes, he addressed us,
" I don't reckon you want to climb no mountains to-
day?"
"Not unless there's a clear sky," said I. " What are
the prospects?"
" Well, I guess ther' ain't none," he said, shifting
his weight to the other foot. " I've most always no-
ticed," he drawled, " that when it starts in with such a
measly drizzle so early on an April mornin', ther' ain't
no lettin' up till the moon comes out."
Charley Moore, with a wink at the others, dryly re-
marked,
" Yes, that's so. I've noticed the moon never shines
when it rains."
Apparently it was lost on
the guide.
" Do you ever see any
bear in the mountains?" I
asked, handing him a cigar.
" Thank yo', sir. Yes,
ther' be some bear. 1 most
always smoke a pipe, 'cept-
in' on Sundays." Throw-
ing one leg over the back
of a chair, he slouched back
against the post in drowsy
contentment.
Ben Teal, looking for
amusement, finally ap-
proached him. " Any snakes
in these parts?"
"None to mention, now.
Used to be," he answered,
evidently not to be drawn
into conversation.
Then one snake story fol-
lowed another, each member
of the party trying to outdo
the other. Occasionally the
guide partly opened his
eyes and ejaculated, "Land
sakes!"
When Charley Moore told
8 tale that put us all to
shame, the Big Hollow youth
showed deeper interest and
axclaimed, "Well, I never!
Looked like a grapevine
hangin' in a tree?"
" Yes, sir," replied Charley.
" How long did you say it was?"
"Twenty feet and three inches," boldly answered
Charley. " And six inches thick," he added, seeing the
astonishment of the youth.
" I never see grapevines that big around here, but I
suppose they do grow that size down your way."
" Any snakes like that here?" asked Ben.
" Not now. A long time ago I hired out to chop
wood, over Elm Ridge way, t'other side Black Head
range. Ed Slater, the man that hired me, lived at the
foot of the mountains. It was quite a tramp to where I
had to chop, so I took my dinner. Well, the first morn-
ing, when I climbed the mountain an' come to the place,
I begun to look for a good spot to hide my dinner bucket,
'cause I didn't want no bear eatin' my grub. I seen
somethin' that looked to me like a log — dead log, you
know. So I put my bucket behind it — an' I still thought
it was a log. Then I went
to choppin'. Pretty soon I
got warm enough to take off
my coat. Yes, sir; I went
back an' actually put my
coat on what I thought was
a log. Then I chopped on,
once or twice lookin' back
to see if my grub was safe.
At noon I went to eat. Yes,
sir. I give my axe a swing
inter what I supposed was a
log, then I spread my coat
on the thing, for it hadn't
moved, an' sat there eatin'
my dinner just as comfort-
able, an' feelin' as safe as a
little girl in Sunday school.
All the while, mind you, I
thought it was a log. Yes,
sir, I did, by jingo!"
Then he slowly closed his
sleepy eyes in silence.
Charley Moore, his curi-
osity getting the better of
him, asked, "What was
it?"
Slowly opening one eye,
he replied, " It was a log."
BRIDAL PROBLEMS.
I want a man 's shirt-waist — some fashionable shade —
and I don't know the exact size; but he's an inch taller than
I am, with shoulders something like yours, only handsomer,
of course. '
His Dilemma.
Knickei — " How do you
suppose Taft feels?"
Backet — " Like a girl who
is chaperoned by a widow."
The Nervy Young Man.
R," said the nervy young man, coming into the
rich merchant's office and taking a seat near
the head of the firm, " I would like to ask you for your
daughter's hand!"
" Why, I don't even know you, sir!"
"Oh, don't let that bother at all, sir. We'll soon
get acquainted."
" So you, a perfect stranger, ask for my daughter's
hand, eh?" said the rich merchant, gazing in amazement
at his caller. " Which daughter do you mean? I have
three."
" I mean the one with the golden hair," imparted the
young man, unabashed.
" I am still in doubt, young man. Two of my daugh-
ters have golden hair. Do you mean Ellen or Maria?"
" Can't say which, sir. I had only a moment's view
of your daughter, and have never met her to know her
name. But the moment's sight of her was enough to
tell me that I love her, sir!"
" And you come here to get my decision without con-
sulting or even seeking an acquaintance with my daugh-
ter?"
" Yes. You see, sir, the time is short. Yesterday
I came across your daughter and a young man in the
park. Just as I had made up my mind that I loved her,
I heard the young gentleman tell her that he was coming
SEDUCTIVE.
" Le' me take yer pie fer a minute, sonny, an' I'll show
yer how I kin eat it an' balance a feather on me nose at de
same time."
here to-day to ask you for her hand in marriage; so I
hurried right along to get in my bid ahead of him."
" Young man," gasped the fond parent, " it's a fore-
gone conclusion that you will accomplish what you start
out to do. And you've certainly got the nerve! So go
ahead and obtain an introduction to the daughter of your
choice and do the rest. You've got my consent!"
CHARLES C. MULLIN.
A DISCREET POLICEMAN.
Boy — " Alderman O'Rourke and old man Riley are having th' divil av a scrap just around the corner !'
Office^-" Which is on top ?"
Boy—" Alderman O'Rourke."
Officer — " Shure, thin, ut's as much as me job is worth to interfere!"
"You talk about your shocks of hair,"
Said Uncle Ezra Fitch.
"I jest received a dreadful scare
A-pullin' 'Mandy's switch."
News.
'TpHE ROAD which has been running from New York
to Boston has got there.
Mr. Jones recently went to his office, leaving the lid
off the family jar. An explosion resulted.
Miss Jenks, who was seen to take a street car at the
foot of Main Street last night, has been arrested.
Miss Mason has been having trouble with her eyes.
Yesterday they persisted in running up and down the
columns of the morning paper. Then they became fas-
tened on the picture of a departed friend, and at last re-
ports they were glued to the opposite wall.
Professor Seeley, in a moment of deep thought on
Friday afternoon, threw his eyes into the fire.
When Mr. Morton arrived at his office this morning
he had a young lady on his arm. Dr. Smith is the at-
tending physician.
On Tuesday the night editor, while
following a train of thought, walked
off a high trestle and fell into a rev-
erie, but his injuries were slight and
he is now able to be at his desk again.
Everything looks very bright to-day.
It is reported that one of our early
risers swept the landscape with his eye.
ADA T. DRAKE.
Sarcasm.
ONE day, when Eve, in joyful mirth,
Perambulated on this earth,
She gazed at Adam's scant array
Of fig-leaves — two or three, they say —
And said, as only woman can,
" It's a good thing clothes don't make
the man."
Acts Daytimes.
Mrs. Knox—" Why did you refer to
her as a great actress?"
Mrs. Bangs — " Why, a good many of
her acquaintances think she is a per-
fect lady."
A Natural Churner.
-WILD-EYED DISCOVERER WOULD UTILIZE AN AMAZON TREE.
AN ANGULAR man, whose chief characteristics were
a wild eye and a rusty frock coat, entered the office
of a prominent investment concern. Through some fluke
on the part of the office-boy, he gained admittance to
the private office of the president.
" I wish to present an idea," the visitor said, without
parley, " that will revolutionize the great dairy industry
of this country."
" What is it?" asked the financier; but, even as he
spoke, he touched the little push button on his desk
marked " alarm."
" You are doubtless aware that down on the Amazon
there is a tree whose sap consists of a fine grade of
milk."
" I have heard of that nature-faking tree," said the
financier.
" Well, my idea is to transplant this milk tree from
the peaceful valley of the Amazon up to the southern
coast of America, where hurricanes and cyclones would
continually shake this tree."
"What then?"
" This^churning would produce a fine grade of butter!
Now the Natural Churn Company (Inc.), capitalized at
five million dollars "
Just then the clerks rushed in and led the discoverer
away.
PETER PRY SHEVLIN.
Poet — " Have you read my last poem?"
Friend—" I trust that I have."
A PLEASANT KIND OF COOLNESS.
Although there was a coolness between them, her face wore a beatific expression.
The Philanthropist.
E JUVENILE grammar
class was wrestling with
the sentence, " A philanthro-
pist gave to his servant a
beautiful cottage in the sub-
urbs."
" Now, then," continued the
teacher, " we have before us a
positive statement, embracing
a subject, a predicate, and an
object — do you understand?"
"Yes-sum," chorused the
class.
" Very well, you shall have
a test. Come, Thomas; what
is the subject?"
"Cottage" (doubtingly).
"Why, no, child! Philan-
thropist. ' '
"Oh!"
"And the predicate, Wil-
liam?"
"Servant" (confidently).
"Mercy, no! Gave is the
predicate; but what is the ob-
ject, Casey?"
Silence.
" Come, come ! It's quite
apparent!"
" I guess he was stuck on
her," ventured the lad.
T ONLY can the leopard
not change his spots, but
neither can anybody his kin —
worse luck !
SOME HARD-LUCK
STORIES.
SIMPLE.
Passenger — " How do you feel, my good man, when the giant waves come tumbling
over the ship?"
Old salt— " Wet, ma'am — --merry wet!"
Drawing a Line.
¥T IS an East Side barber-shop. An Irishman enters to be shaved. He
takes a seat and barber proceeds to lather him.
Barber is suddenly called into an adjoining room, where he is detained
some time.
During his absence the barber's pet monkey jumps from his resting-place,
seizes the brush, and proceeds to finish lathering the Irishman's face. Then he
takes a razor from its case, strops it, and turns to the Irishman to shave him.
Irishman sits up suddenly. " Shtop that!" he exclaims. "Ye kin tuck
th' towel in me neck an' put th' soap on me face, but, be gorrah! yer father's
got to shave me!"
Noncents.
WHOEVER has gazed on a bright copper cent
Has noticed, unless I'm mistook,
The proud aborigine's classical face
And remarkably in-a-cent look.
Generous to a Fault.
Cohrtr—" Einstein settled mit his creditors for fifty cents on der dollar."
Levy — "Mein gracious! his liberality vill make him a pauper,"
Murphy's Dilemma.
l^fURPHY, evidently un-
*" der the weight of a
hilarious jag, was zigzag-
ging his way along the
country road. Meeting a
minister of the gospel, he
straightened himself up and
asked,
" Can yez tell me how
fur is't frum here to White
Plains?"
" About four miles," an-
swered the clergyman ;
" but, my good man, you
have a long road before
you."
"It ain't th' lin'th of
th' road that's thrubblin'
me at all, at all, y e r
rivirence," hiccoughed Murphy.
it."
Continuous.
THE WEARY model gets no rest;
Her life o'errun with woes is.
She poses all the day with zest,
And all the night reposes.
Knew His Rights.
Landlady — "What's the matter with that pie?"
Boarder — " 'Tain't fit for a pig, and I ain't goin' to
eat it."
REAR VIEW OF ANDREW JACKSON JOHNSON
IN HIS PRISON SUIT.
"It's th' width of
A Limited Luxury.
O Irishmen were dis-
cussing the phenome-
non of sleep. Said one, " Oi
hear as wan av thim poethry
lads calls it ' bald nature's
hair-reshtoorer.' "
" Yis, " assented the oth-
er; " shlape's a grand luxu-
ry. It's a pity a man can't
kape awake long enough to
inj'y it. Jist whin he's
thinkin' phat a foine long
shnooze he'll be hovin', be-
gorra, it's marnin' !"
An Explanation.
Police justice — "Jackson,
this affair looks to me more
like a common dog fight than
a case of assault and battery. You claim thia man
assaulted you, and that you did not even try to defend
yourself; yet he bears the marks of your teeth in sev-
enteen places. How do you account for that?"
Jackson — " Well, boss, it was jest like dis. He hurt
me so when he was a-poundin' of me, dat I had ter have
sumthin' ter bite on, or I couldn't 'a' stood it."
Spiritual Information.
« AHA!" said the Pullman porter, as he drew the
flask from under the passenger's pillow, " I
have learned the secret of his berth."
THE COMFORTS OF HOME.
Old bach — "James, take off this record and put in the 'Where was you last night; it was one o'clock before you got home — one.'
Comedian Scored.
|T WAS a wet and
stormy night. The
wind howled and hissed
round the rattling win-
dows.
" I guess you've heard
a noise like that before,"
remarked the villain in-
sinuatingly.
"Sure," replied the
comedian pleasantly; " but
I guess you never did."
Advantage of Prov-
ing Superiority.
«¥JA," boo-hooed the
Bad Gin.
Mrs. Podunk — " I dew
think it's outrageous to
send our fleets over to
Japan."
Mr. Podunk — "Oh,
'shaw, ma! it's jest on a
friendly visit. Why is it
outrageous?"
Mrs. Podunk—" Why,
them sailors will be full
on them Japanese jinrik-
ishas the hull time."
In Oklahoma.
chastised son, " if
I had let Willie Simmonds
lick me, instead of me licking him, would you've whipped
me just the same?"
" Yes; but remember that in such a case you would
be getting two lickings in place of one!"
Nenv clerk — "Yes, sir; but once I get accustomed to the
position I may be able to stand it longer."
PRACTICE.
Neiv clerk — " I should like two weeks' vacation, sir."
Boss— "What! Why, this is only your first week with
Keeper — " I don't know
what I shall do with No.
1323."
Assistant — " What's the trouble?"
Keeper — " He's too far gone to run around here at
large and not quite crazy enough to send to the Legis-
lature."
Retold.
« Itf 0," said the eminent scientist, " I have never
seen a Plymouth Rock hen lay a corner-stone,
but I have frequently seen a pineapple layer cake."
LITTLE drops of water,
Little lack of sand,
Make the frenzied panic
And the wiser land.
IV.
When your knees is shaky
And your spine is limp,
When the garter snake he
Straightens out his crimp,
When the bees is buzzin',
When you hear the lark,
And the piney rozzin
Oozes from the bark
F1SHIN' TIME.
I.
SISKIN' time's a-comin'!
I've a kind o' feel
Soon we'll hear the hummin
Of the nickel reel;
ee the line a-flyin'
Thiough the quiet air,
And the fly a lyin'
On the water tiwiv.
II.
Sort of have .. feelin'
Trout have got a hunoh
That the bell's a-pealin',
Callin' 'em to lunch;
Lurkin' round the water,
With their eyes so bright,
Lookin' for a sorter
Sop for appetite.
Hi.
When the grass is greenin'.
And the trees awake,
And the birds are preenin'
Down along the lake,
Isn't any doubtin',
To my knowin' eye,
That the time for troutin'
Is a-drawin' nigh.
v.
When the kids is stretchin',
Yawnin' in the schools,
Then's the time for fetchin'
Out your fishin' tools;
Droppin' all your duties,
Family forsook,
For the speckled beauties
Waitin' for the hook!
JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.
DID YOU EVER!
Did you ever descend in the night, with the view
Of smashing a burglar chap burly,
To find it was only "the girl " in a stew
To tackle her wash good and early ?
In the Padded Cells.
«< \A7HO IS that young man
there, repeating to
himself, ' Eighty-nine, ninety,
ninety-one,' all the time?"
" He was saving a thousand
coupons for a meerschaum pipe,
and the company went bank-
rupt on his nine hundred and
ninety- first. "
Together.
THE rich man and the poor
man
Are together raised or
crushed.
The freight car will be empty
When the auto's toot is hus-
hed.
Careless.
<i \A7HAT 'S the matter with
the candidate?"
"'Sh! He's very ill."
" Isn't it rather sudden?"
" Very. He smoked a cigar
from the wrong pocket."
A Fable.
AS THEY came out of church, so impressed
was Brown with the Rev. Dr. Bishop's dis-
course on the problems of life in this sad world
that he could not forbear exclaiming, " Beauti-
ful, beautiful!"
Said his wife, " I think you are a very poor
judge. The rim is entirely too large, and those
flowers are very, very unbecoming!"
Not Such a Good Hand.
Judge — " What have you to say as to the
charge that, while the husband of one woman,
you married three others?"
Bigamist — " Simply this: that having four of
a kind isn't what it is cracked up to be."
Police.
Jonesby — " That Chicago man who slept two
weeks was arrested yesterday."
Smithson — " What was the charge against
him?"
Jonesby — " Impersonating an officer."
BY SHOULDER cold and marble heart
Full oft my love was froze,
But the greatest chill 1 knew not till
I got the tilted nose.
RUSHING THINGS.
Young patriot — "Golly! that
beats firecrackers all holler. ''
PAINTING THE LILY.
Jealous He — " What makes his lips sweeter
than mine ?"
She— "Chocolate."
Jealous He — " Huh ! He's mean — he eats it
all himself."
She—" Possibly. But I get the flavor when
he kisses me !"
Her Testimonial
By Norman H. Crowell
SHE WAS tall, bony, and evidently strong, for as
the pill agent came up to the door she was in the
last stages of heaving a half-grown Newfound-
land dog out of the rear window. The agent
coughed slightly as he witnessed this feat of arms, and
passed the remark
that it was a fine
day, although it
looked like a frost
was due.
" Ye're right,
stranger — hain't
d i s pu t i n ' you
thar, nohow,''
said the woman,
as she wiped the
dog-hair off her
hands and ap-
proached the door.
The agent tilt-
ed his hat back
with a profession-
al gesture and
placed his elbow
familiarly against
the jamb of the
doorway.
" Madam,'
he
said, in a far-
away voice, " the
last time I had the
pleasure of look-
ing upon your
form, now glow-
ing with health
and the strength
of man — er — of
womanhood, you
were a pitiable
object. Racked
by disease, miser-
able from pain,
and helpless from
incurable mala-
dies, you spent a
melancholy existence.
" What're you talkin' about, stranger?" broke in the
woman, as she elevated her shoulders slightly and
squinted at him in a dangerous manner.
"This, I believe, is Mrs. Arabella P. Yocum?" in-
quired the agent easily.
" It shore is; an' what of it?"
" Am I right in asserting that Bedloe's Little Bilious
Bullets cured you of weak back, nervous prostration,
insomnia, and night-sweats? Your picture and testi-
monial are familiar" —
" Hoi' on, young man — jest a second. Be you the
man that sold me them Bedbug's Bilious Bullets? If so,
I want words with you consarnin' them pellets."
" Yes, madam; that was my pleasure, I admit," re-
sponded the agent.
" An' maybe you are the literary light what edited up
them thar testi-
monials what has
been runnin' in
our paper every
week senct. Be
you?"
"Why, I— that
is, perhaps "-
The woman
reached forth and
seized the agent
by the collar and
gave a yank that
made his heels
crack together.
Then she slammed
him down on to
the solid end of a
section of oak log,
and pulled out a
bunch of news-
papers from a
pigeon-hole near
at hand.
" I've got cake
in the oven an'
it's burnin', but
I've got time
enough for you to
read that. Read
it good an' loud,
an' don't miss
any."
The agent
tremblingly took
the paper and fo-
cused the spot in-
dicated by her
long, red forefin-
ger. Then he
loosened his collar and began weakly, but with a gradual
gain in power.
' ' Before taking Bedloe's Little Bilious Bullets I was
a physical wreck. My liver was worn to shreds, my
kidneys were afloat, and my groaning drove my husband
to drink. My heart was so weak that a fly lighting on
me sent me into convulsions. My oldest son left home
and was jailed for horse-stealing just before I began
using the bullets. At this period I was a living skele-
ton, and the doctor said there was no hope for me. My
daughter then eloped with a negro. bartender. But Bed-
loe's Bullets cleared away the dark clouds. After using
INFERENTIAL.
Lady from Boston—" I'm so worried about my daughter ! Her head is full of
anarchic theories.'1
Lady from Cheyenne— "Goodness me! Ain't there nothing you can put on
it to get rid of 'em ?"
You were gaunt, hollow '
only two crates of them my daughter got a divorce, my
son broke jail, my husband signed the pledge, and I was
cured. To-day I can run faster, jump higher, kick
harder, and yell louder than any man in Pike County.
Arabella P. Yocum.' "
The agent finished reading and laid down the paper.
" Well?" snapped the woman fiercely.
" Well, this is the strongest testimonial I ever saw
for the bullets. It is delightful to read" —
" Delightful? Say, Mister Agent, the minute I
clapped eye on that testimonial, I said to myself, says I,
'Arabella, there's goin' to be trouble with them pill
men, shore as you're born an' breathin'.' The time has
come — it is here — an' I reckon maybe Arabella P. Yocum
is goin' to know if this Bedloe man is financially sound."
"What do you mean, madam?" said the agent
weakly.
The woman reached in behind the stove and withdrew
a large, shiny Winchester and began slipping big, brass
cartridges into its insides. Then she chucked it shut a
time or two and pushed up her sleeves.
" Have you got fifteen dollars in money on you,
agent?" she suddenly inquired.
"Why — er — yes, I have."
"Lay it on the table!"
The agent looked sheepish a moment, then slipped
three fives to the position mentioned.
"Good-day, stranger!"
"Good-day, madam — fine weath "
"GIT!"
He did.
Of all our human aspects,
There's nothing half so queer,
As to see a fellow telling
A joke you cannot hear.
A HARD MILKER.
The boarder — " How much milk does that cow give ?"
The milker — "She don't give none. What yer git yer got
ter work hard fer. "
Couldn't Afford It.
Congressman Blank (after buying voter a drink) —
" My friend, can I rely upon you to support me?"
Crimson-nosed friend — "Sorry, gent; but my wife's
kickin' now 'cause I don't support her."
So Thoughtful.
Mr. Westend — " You seem very happy to-night."
Mrs. Westend — " Yes, indeed. That jewel of a maid
is not going to leave me
after all."
Mr. Westend — •
" Why, I thought you
told me only the other
day that she was going
to Mrs. Murrayhill's?"
Mrs. We stend —
"Yes, she was; but
Mrs. Murrayhill died
this morning. Was it
not sweet of her?"
A Cure-all.
UAVE you a wart?
Have you a reced-
ing chin? Have you a
bunion? Have you
any money? Come to
us! We will take it
away from you. Dr.
Onion, adv.
Enough Left.
Mrs. Benham — "You
took the words right out
of my mouth."
The only sight that's queerer, Benham — ''I don't
It really seems to me, seem to have done a
/Is to see some fellows getting . ,,
A point you cannot see. complete job.
A Lesson in Horticulture
By E. A. Wader
MY NEIGHBOR Brown came to the garden fence
and said,
" How do you do your grafting?"
" My grafting?" said I.
" Yes — grafting apple trees. I want to try it my-
aelf."
" Oh!" I exclaimed. " Yes, yes! Well, in the first
place, I begin by lying; that is, I lie in bed and think
the whole thing out in every detail. I watch my oppor-
tunity, and on the first fine day I steal a few hours from
PUGNACIOUS.
The voluble one — " I can always remember striking faces."
Pat — " Hegorra ! ye'll niver wake to recolliction av ye
poke moine. "
my business. Then I borrow a saw — a steel one — and
with it I rob the tree, upon which I wish to graft, of
some of its larger branches. This I try to do in such a
way that the loss of the branches will not be noticed.
These limbs should not be left lying — that is, lying on
the ground; they are unsightly and may attract the at-
tention of passers-by. They should be hustled behind
the lattice-work screen at once. So far, so good. Now,
let me see — oh, yes ! I rob another tree of a few twigs
having buds on them, and insert them in the ends of the
sawed branches on the tree. Then I take some beeswax
and tallow and melt it together. This must be thor-
oughly worked— work it for all you're worth, to make it
pliable. Finally, with this I try to hide all appearance
of the graft— from sunlight and air; and there you are
— the job is done."
" I see," said Brown; " and I think I'm foxy enough
to do the trick the first time trying. Many thanks."
Shortly after, I heard Brown telling his wife how I
explained the process. This is the way he had it:
"First," he says; "you must be a good liar; then
you watch your chance and steal a half day from the
company's time. Then you steal a saw; then you de-
fraud the tree of some branches, which you must hide,
so nobody will get on. Then you rob somebody's tree of
twigs, put them in the ends of the branches, and cover
your tracks with beeswax and tallow."
Said Brown's wife, " I don't think that man can be
trusted; he has two kinds of grafting mixed; and, be-
sides, he didn't tell you where to steal the apple trees."
" Over the Hffl."
THERE was once in the service a gunner,
At hitting the target a stunner;
But after a lark
Hit a four-masted bark,
And has since proved a very good runner.
Not Well Spent.
OENATOR BEVERIDGE was showing a colored con-
*^ stituent about Washington.
"That is the weather bureau, "said the Senator.
" The government spends a lot of money on the weather
now."
Colored constituent — " Ya-as, sah; an' it's a heap
wuss now dan when dey didn't."
ALL ABOUT HER.
Winkle—" See that little woman in black over
there? I'll bet there are more men crazy about
that woman than any woman in town. "
Hinkle — " What makes you think so?"
Winkle — "Well, she's the matron out at the
insane asylum."
The Tri-weekly Train.
A NEW ENGLANDER was traveling in Texas on a
new railroad.
" Hello, neighbor!" he called out to a fellow-traveler.
" How about the south-bound train? How often does it
run?"
" She's a try-weekly," said the Texan. "She runs
down one week and tries mighty hard to get back the
next. ' '
A Time-saving Query.
Stranger (in office of Courier-Journal) — " What are
your advertising rates?"
Proprietor and editoi — " How do you want 'em quoted
— in eggs, vegetables, butter, cordwood, cider, maple
syrup, or dollars and cents?"
A Little Widow.
A LITTLE widow now and then
Plays havoc with the single men.
— -Houston Post.
Because a widow loves these men
Like mother, sweetheart — and some then.
Or a Swindler.
Mrs. Dewtell — " I do think Mr. Hankinson is the
meanest man I ever heard of, without exception."
Mrs. Jenkins — "Why, what's he been doing?"
Mrs. Dewtell — " Sued a man for alienation of his
wife's affections and set the damages at only ten dollars."
MARRIED, HIMSELF.
Mrs. Peck — " Henry, listen to those wedding bells !"
Henry Peck — " Wedding bells ! You mean lemon peals.1'
Digs Them Out.
«« T\0 YOU have any literary people in your town?"
*^ asked a guest of Mr. Booth Tarkington out in
Indiana.
" There goes Hiram Spaydes — that man with the pick
and shovel on his shoulder," replied Mr. Tarkington.
" He has produced some of the best cellars every season."
A Withering Glance.
I ONCE had a doggie named Spark,
Who met with an auto at dark.
It gave him a glance
That pressed out his pants,
And tore off a part of his bark.
Ready for Them.
Friend — " Now, if I were building a house, I'd "
Owner — " Step around the corner, please, and you'll
find a house I'm putting up to carry out the ideas of my
friends. This is the one I'm building to suit myself."
Her Proper Sphere.
Madge — " Where is she going for the summer?"
Dolly — " To one of the seaside resorts, I should say.
I heard her tell a friend she had nothing to wear."
THE BOY FOR THE JOB.
Employer—" Are you truthful?"
Young applicant—" Yep ; but I ain't so darn truthful ;
spoil your business."
A FELLOW from Detroit wants to know the scien-
tific name for snoring.
" Sheet music," John.
Everybody Happy
By Ralph Bergengren
AN INVETERATE theater-goer had noticed, in a
certain New York theater where the play is
changed weekly, another patron apparently as
inveterate as himself. But there was this dif-
ference between them : One came for the play, but the
other, an oldish gentleman, spent the whole evening
reading his newspaper, or sometimes a rather heavy-
looking book, in the smoking-room. He didn't smoke,
but he just sat there comfortably and read.
He was there the same evening of each week, and
finally the observer's curiosity got the better of him.
A -7 a
THE BIG STICK
still meets with approval in some quarters.
He dropped down in the next chair and started a conver-
sation.
"It's a pretty good play, don't you think?" he re-
marked tentatively.
The other looked over the top of his newspaper.
"Haven't seen it, " he replied. "Used to see 'em
when I was young. Ali very much the same thing."
"In many particulars," agreed the playgoer.
"Still, you must admit that there are differences
Every generation has its own school of acting and play-
writing. I see you here frequently."
"Every Saturday."
"Indeed! Well, that beats my record. You evi-
dently enjoy acting even if you find the plays somewhat
monotonous."
"Not a bit."
" And yet you keep coming?"
" Every Saturday."
" I'm afraid I may seem inquisitive — but perhaps you
have a relative in the company."
The oldish man looked indignant.
"I should hope not," he responded. "I've a wife
and three daughters, but, thank fortune! they're not on
the stage."
" If they're like most wives and daughters," hazarded
the other, " I should think they would want to be here
with you."
"They do."
" And you never bring them?"
The older man laid down his newspaper.
"This is a comfortable sort of room, isn't it?" he
queried.
"Yes."
" Comfortable chairs, good light — all that sort of
thing?"
" Excellent."
" Might as well be here as anywhere else, eh?"
" I suppose so."
" Wouldn't care to have your own wife and daughters
going to the theater alone, would you?"
"Not if I had any."
" Don't have to see the show if I don't want to?"
" Evidently not."
The older man picked up his paper again.
" Well, that's the way of it. Wife and daughters
down there in the audience. Me up here with a good
book or the evening paper. Show over — all of us home
together and everybody happy. Man's first duty to
make family happy; second duty to be happy himself.
And, Lord bless you, sir! I don't have to see the show,
even if I were interested in it. I hear it all the way
home."
A SUMMER resort — Borrowing one's neighbor's lawn
ower.
OPPOSING VIEW-POINTS.
Boarder — " You poor old mutt ! What fun do you get
out of life?"
Poor old mutt — " We sees you things hoppin' 'round at this
time o' year— that's fun."
A Transparent Confession
An Original Melodrama in One Chapter
By Charles H. Fitch
JOLLY little Mrs. de Verre had been married seven
years and hadn't even had a quarrel. But that's
nothing to do with it.
Her cut-glass was disappearing! Had been
disappearing for the past year, several pieces every
week!
This morning it was a beautiful cut-glass sugar bowl.
It was gone — -absolute-
ly gone ! And she
prided herself on her
large collection. It
was her only hobby
and mania.
" Henry de Verre, "
she began at the break-
fast table, " the sugar
bowl has ' went ' !"
Henry looked up
from his coffee with
a glassy stare. " Sor-
ry," he muttered.
Henry had a
glass eye and
was a man of
few words.
" You're the
boss, Henry. I
always said
that you wore
the pants in
this family.
And I searched those
pants last night, but I
didn't find any."
"Any what?"
asked Henry, look-
ing at his wife furtively.
"Pawn tickets!"
" Theodosia " — Henry's voice grew deep as he spoke
his wife's name — " I did not pawn your cut-glass.
Neither was it stolen by burglars. I ate it!"
" What!" screamed Mrs. de Verre.
"Before I inherited my wealth," continued Henry,
rising from the table and putting his hand to his fore-
head, while the hurdy-gurdy below played jiggly music,
" I was a glass-eater in a dime museum. Then I re-
formed. Later I married you. But you tempted me !
Have been tempting me for the last seven years!"
" Good heavens! With me cut-glass?"
" Yes; I was always used to the choicest of cuts."
" And in the summer, when you were hot, Henry,
you ate the frost "-
" Yes, the frosted glass, Theodosia!"
" And in the fall, when you were sick and the doctor
said that you must eat pills, and Willie's mar " —
HELLO, CENTRAL!
" Yes, that's what happened to Willie's marbles."
" Oh, that I had done this in time!" wailed Theodosia.
" Why didn't I send for it—' Dr. Cutting's Celebrated
Cure for the glass-eating habit. Put it in hubby's coffee
every morning.' But I will not desert you, Henry.
Hand in hand we will fight this curse. You shall not
suffer in secret! To-night we dine on isinglass — to-
gether!"
They embrace.
(Curtain.)
A Long Stay
Expected.
" r)AUGHTER> *
^^ have a request
to make. "
"All right, pa."
" I have just wound
that eight-day clock.
Will you please wind
it again before that
young man goes?"
They Killed Him.
Smithson — " Poor
chap ! I understand
that he was clubbed
to death."
Jonesby — " Yes.
He belonged to four, I
think."
His Youthful
Start.
JIM COOTES, the
old, gray-headed
good-for-nothing and village failure, led the boys down
to the red bridge and pointed up the stream to where
a tumbledown sawmill had half fallen in the dam.
" Thar!" said he proudly; " upthar, et thet sawmill,
'swhare I got my start."
Dressed Up.
WHILE mounted on top of a bbl.,
A stump speech was made by O'Fbl.
But you couldn't, they say,
Hear him ten feet away,
So loud was his wearing apbl.
A Village Hampden.
Amro — " Abner has got it in fer the Standard Oil
Company."
Ebenezer — " I should say he had! He lets all of his
lamps burn all night- — says he's goin' ter do all he kin
ter exhaust the resources of the Standard, b'gosh!"
LITTLE JOE'S AUTOMOBILE.
...
NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE HAPPENED.
A WEALTHY New York gentleman, on account of
** ill-health, was told by his doctor to go up to the
mountains for about two months. When going away he
gave instructions that no matter what happened he
should not be advised.
At the end of two months he came back, and on meet-
ing his footman at the station, he could wait no longer for
some news and he said, " Henry, has anything happened?"
The footman replied, "No, sir."
The man kept on asking the footman until the latter
said, " Well, sir, only this happened — your dog died."
" Is that so!" said the man; " but tell me, how did he
die?"
" Oh," said the footman, " he ate some burnt horse-
flesh."
" Where did he get burnt horseflesh from?"
" You see, sir, your stable burned down and six of
your horses were killed."
" Then how did the stable catch fire?"
"It was this way, sir," said the footman — "the
flames from the house "-
" Why, you don't mean to say that my house is de-
stroyed!" said the man, quite nervous.
" Yes, sir," replied the footman; " the flames of the
candles were blown on to the curtain by the wind and the'
house caught fire."
" Why, I have no candles in my house ! I use nothing
but electricity."
"I know, "said the footman; "but your mother-in-
law died "
" From what?" interrupted the man.
" Some people say that she could not stand the shock."
" What shock?" interrupted the man.
" Well, you see, your wife ran .away with another
man." Joseph Pelezzari, New York, N. Y.
THE RIVAL SALESMEN.
A COUPLE of salesmen for two rival fireproof safe
* manufacturers chanced to meet in the lobby of a
hotel, and each began praising the particular make of
safe that he was representing.
One of them said, "Just to give you an illustration
of the superiority of our safes, I will tell you of a test
we made recently. We put a living rooster in one of
our safes, built a huge fire around it, and left it in this
intense heat for twenty-four hours. When we opened
the door of the safe, the rooster stepped out, flapped his
wings, and crowed, as lively as when we first put him
in."
"That is nothing," remarked the other salesman.
" Our company made the same test, putting a living
rooster in a safe and leaving it in the fire for twenty-
four hours. But when we opened the safe, the rooster
was dead."
"Ha, ha!" laughed the first salesman; "so I
thought."
"Yes," returned the other; "he was frozen to
death."
W. B. Otto, Chattanooga, Tenn.
RECIPROCITY.
" Here is a little flower fer yez, Bridget," said pa-
trolman McFarrin, gallantly bowing and extending a
full-blown, blushing rose through the open kitchen win-
dow.
" An' be gorrah, I'm afther a returnin' of the com-
plimint, " quickly replied the unapproachable culinary
queen, as she heartlessly dumped a sifterful of the
principal ingredient of the staff of life down upon the
hapless head of the guardian of the law.
Max F. Cunningham, Flora, 111.
NOT ENTIRELY FREE.
"Pat, did ye know Oi wor a Free Mason?"
" How th' divil kin thot be, mon, whin ye jist towld me ye hod a woife an' tin childer."
Stretching a Joke.
ONCE there was a country boy who came to the city
to forge his way in the world.
He secured a position in a wholesale grocery,
working conscientiously and faithfully. By stint and
sacrifice he saved a nice portion of his earnings, until at
the end of two years he had about two hundred dollars
in the bank to his credit.
Coincident with this date chronicled above, a well-
dressed and smooth-talking agent of a Nevada gold-min-
ing company came along and met the country boy.
After some clever descriptions regarding the marvels of
wealth buried in the shaft of a certain mountain and the
immense quantities of glittering treasures dragged from
the bowels of the earth, the two hundred dollars were
transferred from the bank to the agent, and a pretty en-
graved share of stock with the name of the country boy
upon it was carefully packed away in the tray of his
trunk.
A month passed and then a letter came. On the out-
side of the envelope was the name of the Nevada mining
company. On the inside was a check for one thousand
dollars, the first monthly payment on one share of stock.
Moral — Some humorists try to carry a joke too far.
JOHN H. MCNEELY.
The Real Test.
*• OOME people believe a man cannot smoke and be
*^ a Christian. Do you?"
" I've never tried any of your cigars."
Natural Inference.
Knicker — " Jones is wrapped up in his auto."
Backer — " When did the accident occur?"
Corner
LOT for
DIRT CHEAP.
Simply Great.
*1*HE train dispatcher opened the door of the waiting-
room and let loose.
" T'ain f 'r Blubb'er, Rummin', Blib-Blib, Wh' P'ains,
Do'ces' Ites, Redin', an' Kins'on! Ga' num'um!"
" Oh, oh!" exclaimed the college freshman. "Isn't
that a bully yell?"
Another Stage Victim.
MARY made an awfus fuss
Getting hit by an omnibus.
Thinking of it makes her wince.
She's been stage-struck ever since.
Incumbered.
Magistrate — " You are willing to go bail for John
Preston and offer your farm as security? Have you any
incumbrance on the farm?"
Farmer — "Oh, yes; my old woman."
THE SUICIDE CLUB.
Fruident— "Brothers, another section of subway has been opened, and the new reservoirs will soon be full. On to glory!"
The Summer Boarder's Kick
By A. B. Lewis
CALKINS, the city chap, who had spent a few
weeks in the country and expected spring chicken,
roast beef, and ice-cream three times a day, was
bidding the landlord, an aged farmer, good-by at the de-
pot, and he thought it would be a good time to relieve
his mind.
HARD TO GET OUT.
Finnigan — " An' is there anny money in goats ?"
Hennigan — "There is in thot wan."
Finnigan — " So ?"
Hennigan — " Yis. He ate me pocketbook this marnin'. "
"Your so-called hotel," he said, "would be a para-
dise for people who had been wrecked on a desert island
six or seven years, but "-
" Wa-al, that's real good of ye to say so," broke in
the farmer, who thought a compliment was intended.
" Oh, you can keep the
change," continued the man from
the city, sarcastically. " The
meals you serve would probably
tickle a longshoreman to death,
but "
" By gum ! but it's kind of ye
to praise Sary's cookin' so!" en-
thusiastically interrupted the
landlord again. " She'll be as
proud as a settin' hen when I
tell her."
" Yes; she ought to be proud
of her work. She'd be a gem on
a canal -boat, but "-
"She would, hey? Wa-al,
I've allus said Sary could lay
over anythin' in the county on
cookin', an' now you come along
an' back me up in it. Why, I
hev to chase the hired man away
from the table with a club, or
he'd kill hisself eatin'."
" Oh, he'll kill himself if he lives with you a little
longer. And those corn-husk mattresses your guests
have to sleep on. Say, they're the limit!1'
" They be, hey? Wa-al, it's jest fine of ve to say so!
By gum ! but Sary kin stir up a bed ! Slept Mke a baby,
hey?"
"Yes; just about as much as most babies sleep
at night. You must have heard me moving around
at all hours, but thought I was anxious for breakfast
time to come around, so that I could have some more
of that hash you serve."
"Jest what I told Sary— jest what I told her!
She kinder thought you was tired o' hash, an' how
tickled she'll be when I tell her you couldn't sleep
fur thinkin' of it!"
The man from the city was wondering how he
could make his kick better understood., but when he
saw tears of pride and gratitude in the old farmer's
eyes, he gave it up as a bad job and boarded his train
with a sickly smile on his face.
A Modest Singer.
I DO not care who makes the laws
Of this great land of mine,
If I can only sing her songs,
And get one bone per line.
Misunderstood Each Other.
« *1*HE second girl on the left is gorgeously
painted," whispered the gentleman with
chin whiskers.
" Great Scott!" exclaimed the bald-headed man. " I
thought they were tights."
SOME men never head a procession until they're dead.
NO GROUNDS FOR LYING.
Sea<ver (in railroad eating-house) — " Waiter, waiter ! this coffee tastes like lye.
i thunder do you serve such stuff?"
niter — "Well, to tell you the truth, it is four parts lye.
dissolve the sandwich so it can be digested. "
We serve it that way to
A "Stand-by "All Right.
Landlady's son (addicted to nickel lit-
erature)— " Say, pardner, what's meant
by ' stand by to repel boarders '?"
Mr. Newcome (sadly eying his des-
sert)— " Stewed prunes!"
Conclusive.
First doctor — " Do you consider the
operation absolutely necessary?"
Second doctor — -"Surely! The only
way we can possibly find out what ails
him is to have a post-mortem."
A Contingency Foreseen.
t« f UNDERSTAND, "observed the vis-
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INFORMATION WANTED.
Ticket agent — " Well, what is it? Don't keep the other people waiting."
Weary — "I merely wish ter know, sir, if de nort'-bound t' rough freight
on time."
The Retort Courteous. ator .
Street railway superintendent — "I don't think we the part of
can use you any longer. Your cash register doesn't ring time."
often enough."
Conductor — " I have got rheumatism and can't reach
up to the register cord." Carsone
Superintendent — " All right. I think you need a long Gebhart
vacation." Carsone
Conductor — "I am much obliged to you
for allowing me to run the car as long as
you have."
Superintendent — " Don't mention it. I'm
much obliged to you for bringing the car
back."
itor, " that there is talk of investi-
gating some of the corporations that you
s are interested in. I hope you are pre-
pared to welcome such a move."
" We shall be prepared," replied Sen-
" In fact, I may say that preparations on
the company have been in progress for some
Laying On of Hands.
'• — " I believe in the laying on of hands."
:— "You do?"
s — "Yes; I cured my boy of swearing with it. "
Johnny's Career as an Office Boy.
rONDAY, hired.
Tuesday, tired.
Wednesday, fired.
M(
Partly Making Good.
Suburbanite (Monday morning) — "What
do you think of that, Mary? — a letter from
the cook I hired Saturday, canceling her en-
gagement."
His wife — "The mean thing! What
reason does she give?"
Suburbanite — " She says she has decided
to cut out the kerosene circuit for the pres-
ent, but if we'll move to town she'll give us
a trial."
Probably.
First skeptic—" How do you suppose
Noah could see during all that flood and
darkness?"
The believer — " He probably had arc-
lights aboard."
WRONG DIAGNOSIS.
He — " I feel rotten. I didn 't sleep all last night '
She- — ' ' Dear me ! Insomnia ?"
He—" No— er— poker. "
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IVia, F*a, and the Baby
By LA TOUCHE HANCOCK
SCENE.
A parlor in a flat. SHE is discovered, rocking the
baby in a cradle.
SHE — Late again ! And it's my birthday ! I will
stand it no longer. After having given the maid an
evening out in honor of the occasion, and cooking the
dinner myself, he thinks fit to be an hour late. Busi-
ness, I suppose. Bah ! I — oh, here he comes at last !
HE — (Enters quickly and goes toward her, making as
if to embrace her.)
SHE — How dare you? You can spare your caresses!
HE — (Pauses, looks at her dubiously, and attempts to
take her hand.)
SHE — Don't touch me! All is over between us. I
will not — no, I will not endure this tr»atment any
longer !
HE — (Gives a look of astonishment.)
SHE — Oh, you needn't feign surprise ! I'm ashamed
of you !
HE — (Sighs and sits down.)
SHE — Yes; naturally, after having been out amusinj;
yourself, you need a little repose.
HE — (Rises to offer her his seat.)
SHE — Don't disturb yourself. I'm sorry I waited for
you. It's now nine o'clock, and
HE — (Points co clock.)
MOTHS.
SHE— Pshaw ! That clock
is alow, and you are per-
fectly aware of it.
HE — (Takes out watch
and looks at it.)
SHE — Your watch is no
better. I wonder you didn't
stay out all night, while
you were about it. I sup-
pose it never occurred to
you that it was my birth-
day?
HE — (Nods affirmative-
ly.)
SHE — Don't wag your
head like a mandarin!
HE — (Smiles indulgent-
ly.)
SHE — You look as if you'd
been enjoying yourself huge-
ly— in low company, I'll be
bound. You're not very en-
tertaining at home. I sup-
pose you only put on your
engaging manners like you
do your dress clothes — when
you go out !
I HE — (Opens his mouth
to protest, and makes mo-
tion as if to soothe her.)
SHE — Keep your blandishments for those who appre-
ciate them. You can't deceive me. Who was it this
time?
HE — (Shrugs his shoulders and lights a cigarette.)
SHE — You can't deny you went somewhere on the
way home.
HE — (Assents.)
SHE — Of course.
I knew
UNDER FiRE.
May — " There were several army officers there, but not
one of them asked me to dance.''
Belle — "And they are accustomed to the smell of pow-
der, too."
it.
HE — (Lays back in chair
impatiently.)
SHE — Please don't sulk.
I abominate sulkiness in a
man. Well, if you're not
going to speak to me, we'd
better separate.
HE — (Looks at her with
surprise.)
SHE — You've nothing to
say even to that? No, don't
answer me. Don't attempt
any apology.
HE — (Wheels his chai
to window, with back to
her.)
SHE — That's right! In-
sult me! Haven't I always
been a good, faithful wife
to you? Why are you con-
siderate to every one but
mo?
HE — (Turns his head
over chair and looks at her
with friendly gesture.)
SHE — Yes, that's all very
well; but it seems extreme-
ly hard for you to show any sympathy for the woman
who loves you.
HE — (Gets up and advances toward her.)
SHE — Not another step! I insist on knowing every
thing you've done since yon left the office!
HE — (Smiles.)
No chance for Snoozer to nap during fly-time — —
until he spied his wife's unfinished piece of fancy
work of spider-web design^
SHE (sobbing) — This is only
the beginning of my misery!
HE— (Stands aghast. Then
again he approaches her.)
SHE — No; you've broken
my heart. My poor mother
told me how it would be. She
said I would find you out some
day.
HE — (Whistles in astonish-
ment.)
SHE — Now you're swearing
under your breath. Why, why
did you deliberately select this
day of all others to make me
miserable? I know you forgot
all about it.
HE — (Shakes his head.)
SHE — Oh, don't make mat-
ters worse by denying it!
HE — (Takes a step toward
the cradle.)
SHE — Don't touch her!
You've no feeling for either of
us. Why don't you speak?
HE — (Loses patience and
walks up and down the room.)
SHE — Why did I marry a man with such a temper?
HE — (Raises his hands in astonishment.)
SHE — -Can't I make you see how terribly you treat
me?
HE — (Drops his hands in despair.)
SHE — Not a
thought of me while
you're awayl Why
can't you think of
my happiness some-
times?
HE — (Gives a
chuckle and puts
his hand in his
pocket.)
SHE — Utterly
callous — utterly —
HE — (Takes
hand out of pocket
and hands her a vel-
vet jewel case.)
SHE — I'm — (see-
ing the case and
reading the inscrip-
tion) — "To my
dear wife on her
birthday." So .it
was to buy this you
were late? Oh, you
dear hubby, I do
love you!
(They embrace,
ind the baby cries PARTICLE OF SMOKE,
with fervor.) MICROBE,
A CINCH.
Teacher — "You must be a good boy and study
hard, and maybe you'll grow up to be a great man
and have your birthday celebrated, too"
Bobby — "Wot good 'ud dat do me? I wuz
born on de Fourth uv July."
[AUTHOR'S NOTE — The care-
ful reader has observed that in
all this conversation the hus-
band did not say a word. As usu-
al, the woman did all the talk-
ing-]
Desperate Remedies.
¥T WAS just before daybreak
— the darkest hour of the
night. The shutters of a
third-story window in a large
summer hotel noiselessly open-
ed and a heavy object was
cautiously lowered to the
ground. A young man in
fashionable clothes, gripping a
heavy hand-bag in his teeth
and an umbrella and a cane
under his arm, slid hurriedly
down the rope to the ground.
With nervous fingers he untied
his suit-case, tiptoed out of
the yard, and started at a trot
across lots to the station a
mile and a half away.
The first golden beams were
dancing across the eastern hills as the young man neared
the depot. The sleeper whistled sharply for the station
and he quickened his pane into a mad run, heedless of
his aching arms and the sand in his low shoes.
" It's a bad get-away," muttered the young man
three minutes later
in the smoker as he
wiped his steaming
face, " but my bills
are all paid. I left
tips for the ser-
vants and a hurried
note explaining
that an uncle had
died in Honduras or
some other place.
It certainly was a
desperate chance,
but the only means
I could think of to
get away from that
straw ride the girls
have planned for
to-morrow."
DON. CAMERON SHAFER.
UIS SAILS full
** spread, his
rudder swinging
wildly, his craft
shipping water as
it bears away, hell-
CONTAINING FOURTH OF JULY bent for nowhere—
HIGHLY MAGNIFIED. such is a blusterer.
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On Business Principles
By E. MIRRIELEES
I HAD had Peter plant hyacinths on my Uncle Wil-
liam's grave and they had bloomed and faded;
then I had had him plant roses, and they had
bloomed and faded, and still the murderer of my
Uncle William was undiscovered.
As my Uncle William's heir and business successor,
I felt this condition of affairs bitterly, and it was as the
result of brooding over it, and over his dying charge to
me, that I at last determined to engage my friend Keene
to ferret out the mystery. Mr. Keene was a gentleman,
nominally a lawyer, who dwelt, quite retired from the
world, in the heart of Brooklyn. Only myself and a few
intimate friends knew that, in fact, the profession
of law was his pastime, and that his real occupation
was the hunting down of famous criminals and the
solving of those important problems which had al-
ready baffled the law-enforcing world.
It was the very simplicity of my case which so
far had kept me from him. Finally, however, de-
spair drove me to an appeal, and hardly had my
messenger had time to return from the great man's
retreat, before Keene himself followed in person, to
gain from me a few additional details. I offered to
show him the room in which the murder had been
committed, but he refused with characteristic de-
cision.
"No — tell me about it. There's not much to a
limple thing like this. No use climbing stairs."
SWEET POTATOES.
" It's on this floor," I answered; "but I can tell
you. It was on the evening of the seventeenth of
April at about seven-forty o'clock "
" Never mind the hour."
" Well, I won't, then. It was on the evening of
the seventeenth of April that I determined to come
downstairs "
" I don't care what you did!" cried Keene, spring-
ing out of his chair. " Get to the murder!"
I looked at him in perplexity. I was afraid these
little interruptions would make me inaccurate.
" I'm sorry," I said, " I can't tell the story any
other way. I'va told it so often." And I wenfon
with my recital.
" That I determined to come downstairs and get
my book from the library. I was reading ' Peter Pan.'
I opened the door and saw my Uncle William lying on
the floor, with the remnant of a wallet clasped in his
hand ; his skull had been fractured by some blunt instru-
ment. There was no one in the room, for I looked; but
there was a low window opening on the street, through
which a murderer might have come. My uncle recovered
consciousness only once. That was long enough to seize
my hand and say, 'Willy, discover my murderer! I
charge you, discover my murderer!' Then he died."
"That's important!" Keene broke in. "That's
THOSE MOUNTAIN-RESORT GIRLS.
Lady boarder, at same house—" Oh, Mr. Spriggins— John—
won't you please pick that sweet spray of columbine on your
way up f"
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HE SPOKE FEELINGLY.
Motorist — " I suppose all the police around here use stop-watches ?"
Native — " Haw ! They relies most on their own judgments,
watches is too accurate.''
awfully important! Are you sure that's
just what he said?"
" Exactly. He said just those words.
Then he died."
"I see," said Keene thoughtfully.
Then what you want to do is "
"To discover him! I don't care so
much about getting back the money —
there was eight thousand in that wallet
— I don't even care about — er — exposing
the villain. But I must fulfill my uncle's
dying charge."
"I see," Keene repeated, this time
more thoughtfully. " Well, how much
are you willing to pay for it — to cover
expenses, of course?"
"Twenty thousand dollars," I an-
swered firmly. It was a large sum, but
peace of mind is worth something; and,
besides, I had underestimated my Uncle
William's life insurance by exactly twen-
ty thousand. " We have found out a
few things," I went on. "The detec-
tives have discovered that the murderer
brushed against the window casings in
getting in, showing that he was a large,
stout man who had difficulty in passing.
He must have seen my Uncle William
from the street, and from that they
thought his eyes "
"Don't tell me what they thought!"
Keene checked me. " Can't you see Tm
thinking?"
He sunk his head in his hands for a
minute or two. Then he rose, reaching
for his hat and cane. " It's perfectly
simple," he said. " Just put yourself in
Stqp-
the murderer's place and decide what
you'd do. Can you be at home to-mor-
row night? No? Well, the night after?
And you'd better give me a check for
half that money now, and have the rest
by you."
On the night in question I remained
at home, pacing up and down my library
in a state of great excitement. Would
Keene come himself? Or would the mur-
derer be dragged in by policemen? I
was so deep in speculation that I was
only half conscious of a low tapping at
the library door until the door was slid
softly open from without. A thin, un-
dersized young man stood on the thresh-
old, peering near-sightedly at me through
heavy glasses. He held an evening paper
in his hand.
" Good-evening," he murmured, when
I noticed him. " I am speaking with Mr.
Herrick?"
" Yes, with Mr. William Herrick," I
LUNAR INHABITANTS ARE FOND OF POINTING OUT TO
THEIR CHILDREN, ON A CLEAR NIGHT. "THE
WOMAN IN THE EARTH."
assured him. I suppressed the accustomed "junior" with
a sigh.
The stranger started slightly at the name. " Then I
think we have a little business together," he said, after
a moment. He closed the door carefully, and, coming
forward, laid the paper he was carrying in the circle of
light on the table. I noticed that it was open at the
" Wants " page. One advertisement in the column was
heavily starred.
"$10,000 Reward — If the slight, near-sighted
man who, on the evening of April 17th, mur-
dered a gentleman in his library will call at
the house of the gentleman in question, be-
tween the hours of seven and nine, he will re-
ceive the above reward. No questions."
I laid down the paper, half dazed. I recognized the
hand of Keene; but the genius, the superlative clever-
ness of his move left me breathless. He had put nay
appeal directly to the man himself; he had even omitted
giving a house number, so that none but the right man
might apply. And yet, when I glanced at the new-
comer, a doubt stirred within me.
"I'm the man," said the stranger. "My name is
Mills, and I did it. I was sorry to do it," he added,
" but I needed the money.'.'
" You are — not large," I ventured.
Mr. Mills shook his head. "I'm very strong. I've
been a gymnasium worker all my life. Besides, I had
my cane. I came quietly in through the window, and
Mr. Herrick was sitting with his back to me — why, just
THE OLD PLAINT OF THE CIVILIAN,
if I had a pair o' dem dinky pants an' some shiny leg-mitts, mebbe I wouldn't have a string o" dames.
" I quite believe
sit down in that chair for a minute, and I'll show
you ' '
" No — no, thank you," I demurred,
it was you."
"Well, then," Mr. Mills suggested. His eyes
dropped significantly to the heading of the advertisement.
I went to the safe, unlocked it, and counted out tlie
money. I looked over
my shoulder once or twice
as I did so, but my guest
remained standing on the
farther side of the table.
I felt a little ashamed,
then, of having looked,
but you can't help being
nervous. When the
money was counted, I
laid the roll of bills on
the straw hat which Mr.
Mills had deposited on
the table. "And now,"
I said impressively, " I
hope that you'll "
" Reform " was the
word I meant, but it was
" prosper" which came.
Mr. Mills smiled fee-
bly at me and nodded. He
seemed to be struggling
against some embarrass-
ment.
" See here," he said
at last. " I understand
ACCURATE.
Landlady— " My other tenants complained of the noise last
night. You assured me that you retired early."
New tenant — " So I do, so I do — early in the morning. "
you can't feel very kindly to me, but I want you to see
how it was. I'd like to talk the matter over."
I waved my arm toward a chair; he seated himself
on its edge.
" I told you I needed the money," he repeated, in a
firmer voice. " I was not in debt, but I was not estab-
lished in any way of life. I took that eight thousand
and invested it in the
stock of a small drug-
store. I have gotten on
nicely in a small way —
I hope to own my build-
ing before long— but, all
the same, it has worried
me that my start was
not entirely honest. You
know how those things
can trouble a man. I've
fairly brooded over it.
So when I saw this offer
— and I knew it would
be a long time before I
could take that much out
of the business — I de-
cided to get the matter
off my mind."
He laid a part of the
roll of bills on the table.
"There!" he said,
rising; "there's 'your
eight thousand. It's go-
ing to be a great relief
to me to know that
ANNOYING.
Photography enthusiast (while drowning man calls for help)—" Confound that fellow !
do two things at once ?"
How does he expect me to
A BAD OUTLOOK.
Mrs. Weighty—" Rowing so much will make you real strong when you grow up to be a man."
Stimmy (the boatman) — " I don't believe I'll live to grow up, mum."
everything I have invested is my own." He hesitated a
moment, twirling his hat between his fingers.
" 1 — I hope there's no hard feeling. It was a very
clever advertisement," he murmured.
I rose, too. I was even more embarrassed than he.
As he said, there could not be a very cordial relation be-
tween us — he had undoubtedly murdered my Uncle Wil-
liam. But, on the other hand, eight thousand is a good
deal to get back unexpectedly all at once. Besides, I'm
collecting my uncle's rents now, and we frequently open
that library window for ventilation.
" Do you mean to — will you — call again?" I ventured,
as he vanished through the door.
Didn't Matter Much.
*1*HE LOVE-SICK young man ran up the steps and
was met at the door by a very pretty young lady.
"Constance," he said eagerly, as he held out his
hand to her, " did you get my letter this morning?"
" No, " carelessly returned she; "I presume Vivian
took it."
"Vivian!" The swain blushed profusely. "Why,
that letter was ad-
dressed to you !"
" Yes; but Vivian
and I are twins and
look alike, you know.
Indeed, our most in-
timate friends often
mistake each for the
other!"
" But your names
are nothing alike,"
stammered the be-
wildered young man.
" I wrote 'Constance
Withers ' very plain-
ly on the outside of
that letter. I don't see how any such mistake could
be made."
"Oh, it wasn't a mistake! Anyhow, it doesn't make
much difference."
" What? Constance, that letter contained more than
you think ! In it I made apology for my too ardent ac-
tions before you last night; and, furthermore, I sent it
to ask you if — if you would be my "
" But it belonged to Vivian !"
" Are you crazy? I beg pardon ! I meant — goodness
gracious! how has Vivian anything to do with the let-
ter?"
" Because when you made love last night you mistook
Vivian for me!" CHARLES c. MULLIN.
Observations of a Sport.
OOME people are temporarily embarrassed all the
^^ time.
Many a man goes fishing and comes home with a
hunted look.
Jug not — that ye be not jugged.
The best gamblers don't gamble.
Trumps are some-
times found in the
discard.
The piper has been
overpaid — and we
are still dancing.
ROBERT CARLTON BROWN.
POPULAR SONG.
" Ain't it awful, Mabel ?"
««npHERE'Ssome-
* thing on
foot."
"Why do you
think so?"
" I saw him go-
ing into a chiropo-
dist's."
His "Pitty Itty Picture"
By MAX MERRYMAN
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»ES; IT'S the very first time he ever had his
jihotograph taken, so, of course, we want
to get the very best picture possible, and
— no, grandma; I don't think, after all,
that we'd better try to have
it taken with his little rat-
tle in hand. Do you, Aunt
Harriet? You see, he would
be apt to want to shake the
rattle at the very moment
when the photographer
wants him to be perfectly
still; but I don't believe we
can get him to keep per-
fectly still for ten seconds.
He is really the most active
child I ever saw, Mr. Pho-
tographer. He doesn't even
lie still in his sleep. I real-
ly think that it is nervous-
ness more than anything-
else. The doctor says that
the child is perfectly well.
In fact, 1 never saw a
healthier child. He has
never been sick a minute,
and he is six months old to-
day. I didn't want his pho-
tograph taken any earlier
I haven't
AN ACCURATE PHRASE.
"Where in blazes have you been, Tom?
seen you for a year."
" I've been in New York blazes. I'm on the fire de-
partment, an' this is me day off. "
than that, for I think that a baby hardly ever has much
expression until he is about six months old, although
every one says that our little Reginald is different
from most babies in that respect. His Aunt Lucy was
saying yesterday that he
had the most intelligent ex-
pression of any — oh ! I want
several negatives taken, and
see which one I like best.
His grandma — that is, my
mother here — wants one
just head and shoulders; and
his other grandma is very
anxious to have a full fig-
ure, with him lying on a
pillow we brought with US.
His Aunt Lucy wants us to
try and get a profile of him
for her, for she says he has
really a remarkable profile
fora child of his age; and
I want one picture with him
in my arms, and his dear
little cheek cuddled up to
mine; and then we think it
would be nice to have him
and his two grandmas taken
together; and I want one
with him and my mother
INFORMATION WANTED.
)~" Wondherful ! An> °ha11
and myself all in it, showing three genera-
tions. I think that — better not fuss with
his hair, grandma. Those little curls are
about right, and I hope they will show good
in the picture. So many people rave over
his hair. My sister has a baby boy, ten
months old, and he hasn't a third as much
hair as our baby has; but then he has nev-
er been real well, and he weighs a pound
less than our baby, and — yes; we will be
ready in just a few minutes. We want to
slip on his best dress. We brought it with
us in a box, so that it wouldn't be all mussed
up by him wearing it. Then we brought his
best little cap, that his Aunt Jennie sent
him from out West, and we want one taken
with it on to send to her. This odd little
rattle we brought is one his grandma had
when she was a baby, and she thinks it
would be nice to have it in his hand when it
is taken. I am expecting his father in every
minute. He said that he would meet us
here at — here he is now ! Here we are,
papa, baby and all, and — see him hold out
his little hands to his papa! He did that
when he was only four months and one week
old, and a friend of mine has a baby, eight
months old, that has never yet held out its
hands to any one. I want one photograph
with the baby in his father's arms, and — be
careful, papa! Don't get the child excited,
or it will be so hard to get him still for his
picture. The moment he sees his father he
wants to romp and play. He is so full of
vitality and — no, Aunt Kitty, I don't be-
lieve that we'd better all go into the operating-room
with him. I think that if his papa and his two grand-
mas and I go it will be enough. Too many might
distract him and make it hard to keep him still. Is
your father coming in, papa? You know, he said when
he was over to the house last night that perhaps he
GUESS THE BOY'S HOME TOWN ?
Resident — " Be you lost, Bub ?"
Summer boy — " That's a personal matter that I decline to discuss with
an individual with whom I have had no previous acquaintance, nor even a
formal introduction."
would try to come in, and we thought that maybe we
would have him and you and the baby taken together,
as you all have the same name. I do think that it is
nice to hand down a family name from one genera-
tion to another, and — yes, we will be ready in just
a moment, as soon as — now, mamma's baby is going to
A DIPLOMATIC HUSBAND.
His wife was always kicking because he spent his So he gave wifey some shares in a mine, and she was up
time while home from work in doping up the stock early every morning to get the paper,
market She said stocks made fools of people.
ACCURATE, BUT MISLEADING.
Pa — " I think you should make a reduction in his case. He
only eats one meal a day."
Lady — " One meal a day? Well, well ! Yes ; 1 can make
a reduction. When does he take this one meal ?"
Pa — " From about eight a. m. till twilight, as a rule.''
have his own, owney, itty picture taken, so he is,
and he must be ever and ever so — what? Baby isn't
going to cry! Oh, my, my! Tut, tut, tut! He won't
cry long. He never does. A cousin of mine has a baby
that will cry all night, but, of course, the poor child
isn't well. I don't think that well babies ever cry much,
and I know that — papa, you'd better step out of sight
until I get him ready. He wants to go to you when you
are around. I do hope that the pictures' will come out
good. You see, we want to have some of them enlarged
if they are good, and, as I say, it is his first photograph,
and — baby doin' to have his own, owney, pitty itty pic-
ture taken — yes, he is ! The picture man will show baby
itty bird — yes, he will ! Baby must be good. Hand me
a safety-pin, some one. Have you his little comb,
grandma? Aunty Lou, supposing you moisten a corner
of my handkerchief with water. There is a tiny smooch
on one cheek. There, I think he is about ready. I do
hope the picture will come out good ! We mean to have
more taken on his first birthday, and every birthday
after that, and — no, papa, I'd better carry him into tha
operating-room. Tome, baby, and have his owney, own,
pitty itty picture taken!"
The " Cord " That Wasn't Lost.
ft 1JINE knot," the woodman said;
* " I'll soon return to yew.
The train 1 take on the Oakland branch
Leaves this here town at two."
She saw him board the waiting train;
His face was all a-beam.
They took his trunk and threw it in,
As the engine got up steam.
All spruced up, home at last he came,
A poplar man of mark.
She met him there, and at each kiss
Her little dog-wood bark.
STOVE, STOVE, WHO'S GOT THE RANGE?
Old Jones (settling argument)—" I tell yeh, Congress did right not to vote the people's money fer no four battleships.
Why, them navy fellers is thet extravagant an ' keerless thet they're all the time losin1 an' mislaying their stoves. Every
ship— I read it myself— hez range-finders onto it !"
A Square Deal and a Square Meal
By JOHN KENDRICK BANGS
A DVICES from Washington state that the gum on the
back of the postage stamps is made of sweet po-
tato. This is all very well as far as it goes, but it does
not go far enough. If the public gum is to be made of
food-stuffs, why, in a republic like this, should one man's
taste be permitted to prevail over another's? We do not
all of us care for sweet potatoes, and we cannot be com-
pelled to even by the great I Yam himself, for all
his big stick and its power. The sweet potato is not a
bad thing, but there are thousands of us with cultivated
gastronomic tastes who prefer other edibles, like Cam-
embert cheese, canvas-back duck, lobsters, shrimp salad,
and so on — there are even people who can eat squash
with relish. Wherefore, why sweet potatoes exclu-
sively? Are all these other tastes to be ruthlessly ig-
nored because some bureaucrat likes sweet potatoes?
We trow not — not, at least, if this is the age of the
square deal. It is therefore respectfully suggested that
the Post-office Department vary that recipe a bit, and
give us a more extensive menu. Let the one-cent stamps
be gummed with sweet potato, if you will, but on the
twos let us have a hint of pickled oysters; give us a
three-cent stamp flavored with stewed rhubarb ; a four-
cent stamp with pumpkin pie; put mint sauce on the
nickel stamp; and so on up to the highest denomination,
catering as the stamps rise in value to the more ex-
pensive tastes. Surely if the man who never buys any-
thing more expensive than a penny stamp is entitled to
his sweet potato — and nobody denies that he is — the
chap who buys a dollar stamp should be able to get
something for his money in his gum — as the office-boy
says, he should get what is gumming to him — ruddyJ
duck, pate de foie gras, or even a hint of a Bronx cock-
tail, if that is what he likes.
While we are on this subject, we feel constrained to
interpellate the Post-office Department also on the point
as to when it proposes to obey the mandates of the pure-
food law and stamp its gum with a statement of its in-
gredients?
Johnny's Fourth.
JOHNNY blew his eyebrows off.
" I don't care," said he.
" I can make another pair
With a cork, you see."
When his fingers went he said,
" Who cares, anyhow?
I won't have to practice on
The piano now."
When his legs departed he
Still remained quite cool.
" Good !" he chortled. " Now I sha'n't
Have to walk to school."
So it went. By slow degrees
Johnny blew away,
Celebrating with much zest
Independence Day;
And when night came on th.> scene
Johnny cried with glee,
" Now there's nothing left, pa won't
Have to bury me!"
HORACE DODD GASTIT.
A TERRIBLE THREAT.
' Now, look here, wifey ! If you don't stop nagging me I'll never button you up the back a^ain.1*
A RUSHING BUSINESS.
A CITY-BRED man, who had never been to the sea-
** shore, decided one day to make the trip.
Arrived there, he remembered an old saying that sea
water was good to bathe aching feet in, and straightway
.he took a bucket and proceeded to the seashore.
He noticed a party of men near the water, and, think-
ing they owned the sea water, he asked, " What do you
charge for a bucket of your water?"
"Twenty-five cents," answered one of the party,
who was out for a joke.
The city man handed over a quarter and filled his
bucket.
After bathing his feet in the salt water and finding
same beneficial, he decided later in the day to go and
buy him another bucket for another bath for his feet.
He accordingly took his bucket and proceeded again
to the shore. The tide had now gone down and the
water was at low ebb.
" H'm," he mused; " those fellows must have been
doing a rushing business since I left!"
Benjamin J. Strauch, Memphis, Tenn.
A GOOD REASON.
'TpHE OTHER day the school of a local town was vis-
ited by an inspector. Wishing to test the knowl-
edge of the junior classes before leaving, he asked the
following question :
" Can any of you tell me why Adam was made a man?"
The class meditated for some time. At last a little
girl, sharper than the rest, exclaimed, "Please, sir, if
he was made a baby there wouldn't have been anybody
to nurse him!"
Walter Willse, Jersey City, N. J.
MORE LOVE-LESS DIVORCES.
ll^ORE of our rich papas in America should follow the
• same manner of testing the affections of the ad-
venturous, commercial-minded, moneyless wife-hunters
—both those of our own nationality as well as the
empty-headed, titled foreigners who are " ramping" on
our hunting grounds — that " Uncle Zeke " did in Austin
some time since. After several months of violent pro-
testations of love made for his daughter, it was at last
understood that the father was at their marriage to give
his daughter a house and lot. " Uncle Zeke " was a sly
old coon, and to test his future son-in-law's affections,
he said, as they were smoking their pipes,
" Mr. Crow, I has been cogitatin', an' has come to de
'elusion not to donate Matildy dat ar house an' lot on
Austin Avenue."
Mr. Crow sprang to his feet and, sticking his stove-
pipe hat on the side of his head, said,
" In dat case, sah, our future relations done ceased to
exist from dis moment, sah."
" But, Mr. Crow, I was gwine to say "— — -
" Oh, go hire a hall an' invite yer friends to attend
de meetin' !"
"All right, Mistah Crow. Our relations has done
ceased to exist, but I only wanted to say dat dat house
am too small, so I am gwine to gib Matildy dat two-story
cottage on Peacon Street, wuf twict as much."
Jim tried to explain, also; but when " Uncle Zeke "
solemnly lifted a boot the size of a ham and pointed to
the door, James Crow refused to linger.
Alice Rollins Crane-Morajeska, Redondo Beach, Cal.
BUTCHER in Euknow, with a tobacco heart, was
told by his doctor to give up smoking hams.
THEY HELPED HIM TO RECALL HIS BOYHOOD.
J'K I't l!611 >;OU.'ub0T5' " •mak?8 m,e feel twenty yfiars young" 2. Somewhat later,
to be back here in the old swimming-hole once more !"
A Close Game
By CHARLES L. FUNNELL
SPEAKING of close games always puts me in
mind of a game we played a few years ago.
It happened in our game with the Sluggers.
They came to Lemonhurst to play us, and we
used a couple of those new balls, made^ in two parts,
you know, and are "guaranteed to last a full game."
The first inning went off fine, but in the beginning of
the second we went to the bat, and Bill Nigh, our center
fielder, was up. Pretty soon he seen a slow in coming
his way, and he stepped back and lammed it. It hit on
the edge of his bat and so
went almost straight into
the air. Bill, he set sail for
first and then went off on the
other tack for second. See-
ing he had head winds for
third, he started his auxili-
ary and went around third on
two wheels and crossed the
plate at a record. When he
got there, though, he was
surprised to see everybody
rubbering skyward instead
of waiting to slap him on the
back. The ball hadn't come
down yet. Well, the um-
Courtship.
THREE WICKS."
Marriage
pire he looked plumb through the rule-book five times
and couldn't find nothing to fit the occasion, so he al-
lowed he'd give it five minutes to come down, and if it
didn't show up then he'd resume the game. Well,
would you believe it, that ball never come down. We
resumed the game, and the stand was pretty nervous
because they didn't know just where that ball would
come down. We resumed with the other two-piece ball,
and we didn't get a run the rest of that inning. The
score was three fc one in our favor when we went to
the bat in the third. Our
second baseman got up, and,
being a south paw, he fa-
vored ins and walked into a
nice one just as it crossed
the plate. The ball busted
in two pieces, and our man
ran to first. The pitcher
stopped half the ball and
shortstop the other. The
pitcher being rather slow
didn't catch on to the racket,
but shortstop threw the half
he got to first and put him
half out. Pitcher made thf
motion with his half and
Divorce.
OT-TO 1.A.NXS-.-
TRUE ENOUGH.
He (thinking aloud) — " The way these women claim to be independent and then become slaves
to a silly fashion ! Why, these absurd big hats tickle me half to death.''
V"
IMAGINATION.
How that expensive, big, red firecracker
looks to the small boy on Independence Day.
runner went to second, where he was put a
fourth more out by the half of the ball first
threw to second. Force of habit made the
runner leave second when pitcher made the
next motion, and he was caught on third by
second base's half of the ball, making him
altogether seven-eighths out. Third threw
his half to pitcher, and catcher threw his at
the same time, and, while pitcher was try-
ing to catch on, the runner got in, making
one-eighth of a run. Now the pitcher stuck
the pieces together and threw them both to
batter. Before they reached the plate,
though, they parted company, and the first
piece the batter knocked right into first's
hands, but the second, which came a minute
later, he lammed out for a home run, mak-
ing one-half a run. Then the umpire, who
had been teaching the scorekeeper algebra
so he could keep score, called for the other
ball which hadn't come down yet. So we
sent a kid after a ball made all in one piece,
guaranteed not to get the divorce fever.
Well, the rest of the game we made four
runs and they five, so the final score was
seven and five-eighths to six in our favor.
I said final, but the next day, when their
pitcher and catcher were having a catch in
our field, before taking the train for home,
the catcher suddenly went into a conniption
fit and began jumping up and down to beat
the band. Looking in the same direction
as the catcher had been gazing when taken with his fit, the pitcher
saw the cause of his excitement in the. shape of a bpseball, a good
way off, but rapidly approaching. Following a sort of second
nature developed by ball players, he got under it and caught it.
Then it dawned on him that it was the same ball that Bill had
hit the day before. He promptly called the umpire, who identified
the sphere and declared Bill out, and the final score six and five-
eighths to six in our favor. That was the closest game I ever see.
A Philosophical Poem.
WHAT a wonderful thing is one's nose —
The guide to wherever one goes.
It bows low when we pray,
And is first in the fray,
And it tells, with its smells, all it knows.
What remarkable things are one's ears —
Undismayed by whatever appears.
Though they keep far apart,
They are loyal at heart —
Each tells one whatever it hears.
And consider one's fingers and toes —
Arranged, five together, in rows.
If they grew on one's back,
What convenience we'd lack- -
And one couldn't lie down, I suppose.
RANDOLPH HARTLEY.
DELICACY.
"How'd yo' like ter do dat fo' me fo' life, Miss Johnsing?1'
One on the Soda Clerk
By N. H. CROWELL,
E DAY was hot and business at the soda fountain
had been of the rush description. The clerk at
the upper end was enjoying a breathing spell when a tall,
thin man in a bamboo hat dashed in hurriedly and walked
briskly up to the bar.
"Just give me half a glass of water, will you?"
jerked the newcomer, as he threw up his elbows and
"lit" on a stool. The clerk obligingly drew half a
glass of water and slid it in front of him, bracing him-
self for further orders.
" A slice of that lemon — just a wafer," suggested the
newcomer, with sudden interest.
The clerk, though slightly bewildered, complied. The
man dropped the lemon into the water and then put both
hands into his coat pockets. His right hand brought up
a pint bottle of whiskey and his left produced an egg.
Skillfully cracking the egg with a blow he dumped the
contents into the glass, following it immediately by
three stiff fingers of the liquor. Diving into a vest
pocket he produced a sprig of green that proved to be
mint. This went in and the rnan then slightly rose on
his toes and scanned the array of condiments and flavors
before him. Suddenly he shot out a long arm and
clutched the cinnamon shaker.
A few dashes of cinnamon and he seized a soda spoon
from a near-by rack and began stirring the mixture dex-
terously. When a bead appeared on top he withdrew
the spoon, yanked the glass to his lips and drank the
contents in six big, satisfying gulps.
Setting the empty glass down carefully, as he wiped
his taffy-colored mustache with a handkerchief, he rose
slowly to his feet.
" Gee! Ain't this a warm one?" he remarked, as he
tugged at his collar in an effort to loosen it from his
neck.
Then he went out, leaving the clerk weak in the
knees and absolutely speechless. He had been up
against the very latest.
Also, Consarn It.
UP IN the mountains I would hie
And have a cool time in July
At some resort hotel up nigh
The summit.
I'd have the finest time, you know.
There's just one reason I don't go —
I can't accumulate the dough,
Gol dum it!
I've often planned a gay career
Of life at Narragansett Pier.
I've figured that most every year
Would bring it;
But somehow, and I don't know why,
When to the ocean I would fly,
My roll of long green turns out shy,
Gol ding it!
Last year I swore that I would go
To Coney for a day, you know,
And take a dollar bill or so
And burn it;
But when that long-expected day
Arrived I found I had to stay
And hustle for my weekly pay,
Gol durn it !
ROY K. MOULTON.
Two A.M. Maxims.
AN ICY reception befits a skate.
** A pickled husband gets into family
jars.
People who live in stone houses should
throw down the glass.
Half a bun is better than low bred.
Little pitchers hold long beers.
The wages of gin is breath.
'TWAS ITS NATURE TO. fT Ig reported that last SundaV( at Swamp.
" Hard luck, old chap! But you were interested in that airship that the , . ,T T ... • „,
government was going to buy-how about that ?" hurst' N- J" two mosquitoes became m-
" Oh, that went up long ago." toxicated with rage at a mosquito bar.
HENGLE.H.
A TIME AND PLACE FOR EVERYTHING.
Passenger — " Do you seamen often see the sea-serpent ?"
Captain — " Only when we're ashore and off duty, sir."
It Was the Other Nursery She Wanted.
AN ANXIOUS mother determines to ring up the day
nursery to ask for some advice as to her child.
Calling fo.r the nursery, she is given Gottfried
Gluber, florist and tree-dealer. The following conversa-
tion ensues:
" I called for the nursery. Is this the nursery?"
" Yes. ma'am."
" I am so worried about my little Rose."
" Vat seems to be der madder?"
" Oh, not so very much, perhaps, but just a general
listlessness and lack of life."
" Ain'd growing righd, eh?"
" No, sir."
" Veil, I vill dell you vat to do. You dake der scis-
sors und cut off alaoutl two inches from der limbs
und"—
" Wha-a-at?"
" I say, dake der scissors und cut off aboud two
inches from der limbs, und den turn der garten hose on
it for aboud four hours in der morning "
" Wha-a-at?" And the receiver vibrated at her tone.
" Turn der garten hose on for aboud four hours in der
morning, und den pile a lot of plack dirt all around und
shprinkle mit insegt powter all ofer der top "
"Sir-r-r!"
" Shprinkle mit insegt powter all ofer der top. You
know usually it is noddings but pugs dot "
" How dare you, sir? What do you mean by such
language to me?"
" Noddings but pugs usually causes der troubles, und
den you vant to vash der rose mit a liquid breparations
I haf for sale here "
" Who in the world are you, anyway?"
" Gottfried Gluber, der florist."
' ' O-o-oh !" rather weakly. ' ' Good-by. ' '
W. B. HANSON.
Precautious.
De Style—" Does he fear hydrophobia?"
Gunft^a-'-You bet! Why, he won't even eat a
Coney Island frankfurter."
Man's Inhumanity.
(WITH THE LATEST IMPROVEMENTS.)
OIR JASPER, the Fire-eater, was still for a moment,
** "Yon prisoner," he meditated, " was once ac-
quainted with a friend of the cousin of mine enemy,
Now, let me devise something lively, even energetic,
for him."
Sir Jasper ran over the list of familiar atrocities on
his fingers, toes, and the legs of a passing centipede.
" Naw," he saith at length. Sir Jasper was sad and
kicked a passing cur into the next county.
" I' faith," he declared, " I know of several things
that should keep him interested for a spell, but I can't
seem to strike on that deliciousness of agony that I
seek."
Sir Jasper musingly sliced off the ear from a page
who had attracted bis attention.
" But hist, and hold, methinks I have it. Dog!" he
bawled at one of his loving servants, who drew near on
hands and knees.
Sir Jasper indicated the prisoner.
" Take that, and put him in a dress shirt that scratch-
eth under the collar, and send him to a dinner."
As Well As Could Be Expected.
Patient — " Do you think raw oysters are healthy?"
Physician — " I never knew any to complain."
Knickei — " It doesn't always pay to be polite."
Booker — " No; end-seat hogs are never sugar-cured."
HOW HE WORKED IT.
McCoffey — "Gee whir, Bill! you look pretty pros-
perous to be caught eating in a lunch-wagon.'1
O'Sinkers — That's how I keep looking prosperous."
A LITTLE BLACK KING VISITS NEW YORK TO STUDY CIVILIZED METHODS.
9
1- 2.
Upon landing the little black king became very much inter- Then a short trip through busy Broadway gave him a fait
ested in our many automobiles. One in particular struck him idea of our excellent heating system.
quite forcibly.
Presently the little black king returned to his home and his
people, where a banquet was prepared in his honor by his own
hands. And after the sumptuous repast his dusty majesty
spoke at length of his experience in civilized New York and de-
At the Flatiron building he gained some experience in clared that civilization was all right, provided it was stewed
aerial navigation. down in a kettle and well seasoned.
Clubton's Venture in Keyholes
By GEORGE FREDERICK WILSON
CLUBTON, fortunately for all concerned, -was a
bachelor.
It required a half-hour of ceaseless effort to
fit the key. One minute it would be labori-
ously scratching its way to victory, only to be widely
swerved from its course the mxt by a convulsive hic-
cough. Clubton was beyond swearing. A mirthless
laugh, a minute's rest, and then another tedious and
fruitless effort. Round and round the key circled, and
then, with a quick jab as though he were spearing fish,
Clubton would bring it and his fingers against the hard
panel of the door.
When, finally, the keyhole was located and the key
safely inserted, Clubton grasped it convulsively with
both hands and brought his entire weight to bear upon
it. He turned the key slowly, fearing that his hands
would slip from it, and because of his full weight
against it, the door suddenly swung inward and Clubto
sprawled upon the floor.
Dazed, he arose slowly, guiding his course by the
wall, and groped his way to the button and switched on
the lights.
He closed the door, and, getting a whiskbroom,
brushed carefully his clothing. He next divested him-
self of the major portion of his personal adornment and
threw all in a heap upon the floor. Then he crawled
into bed and was shortly fighting a nightmare.
He awoke late the following morning considerably
refreshed and feeling chipper. Clubton was an old-
timer, and " the-morning-after " headaches were a thing
of a dim past. The lights were still burning in a vain
attempt to outdo the sunshine. His clothing lay in a
heap where he had thrown it, save for one shoe which
still encompassed his right foot, the other posing grace
"UNCLE TOM'S CABBIN1."
CUT RATES
Mrs. Mulchacherty — " Phat's the price of this mate a pound?"
Butcher — " Dot iss dvendy-doo cents."
Mrs. Mulchacherty — " Thin lit me have three cints' worth, a--.d don't be afther givin' me all bone "
fully on the chiffonier where his hat should have been.
The hat itself was discovered in the region of the small
of his back, upon an investigation of a peculiar and un-
comfortable pain in that portion of his anatomy.
ASLEEP AT THE SWITCH.
Clubton's groan expressed only disgust.
"Confound it," he growled, flinging out his arms in
helpless rage. " Why can't I get into this room without
a lot of useless endeavor to locate the keyhole. It's
that confounded hot hallway that puts me in this condi-
tion. Don't I know?" he snarled, as though some one
had disputed the statement. " I'm never in a maudlin
condition when I'm in the street and can breathe the
fresh air."
Grumblingly he removed the balance of his clothing
and went into the bathroom.
There, during his ablutions, he raged inwardly over
his inability to locate the keyhole on his first effort.
The helpless, useless rage gradually expanded into an
idea, and the idea grew amazingly as he fed into it con-
centrated thought.
He was smiling when the bath was completed — and
smiled all the way down to his office, where the sign on
the glass of the door proclaimed to all that he was an
electrical engineer.
Instructing his clerk against interrupting him, he
went into his private office and locked the door. It was
Saturday, and few came to be turned away.
During all of an hour Clubton pored over the contents
of an electrical library, then he abruptly left the office,
to return a half-hour later with a brown paper parcel.
In this parcel were a large lock, key, and door bracket,
and over these he spent an hour of labor, at last breath-
ing a contented, soul-satisfying sigh.
He dined at the club and afterward strolled about,
awaiting a full house. At
nine the rooms were well
filled with members and their
friends, and Clubton begged
that all assemble in the
smokeroom.
His request was hilarious-
ly responded to, and when all
had quieted down, Clubton
mounted a chair.
"Gentlemen," he began,
' this is the night of your
emancipation. All of you —
no, I refuse to make excep-
tions—have upon divers oc-
casions drunk deep of the
flowing bowl. Aye, so deep
that when you reached home
you found it serious and diffi-
cult labor to locate the key-
hole. Gentle-nen," he added,
bringing into view a lock and
key, " I wish to introduce to
you to-night, Clubton 's Mag-
netized Keyhole, the Abe Lin-
coln which is to give you
freedom. Note the absence
of all mechanical features. It is just a plain lock and
key doctored with electrical juice. The secret of its
marvelous power can be yours alone, as you need but
A "RAH-RAH AVIS."
have your personal nightkey
treated. I magnetize the
lock and key. Note the re-
sult."
He extended hiu arms un-
til a distance of about two
feet intervened between the
lock and key. Then he gradu-
ally diminished the distance,
and, when it was within a
foot of the lock, the key and
Clubton's arm were jerked
swiftly to the lock, the key
inserting itself speedily and
properly.
" Hold tight to the key,
gentlemen, and it will guide
you. No more suspicious
wives. All is well with you.
Before you close the door,
withdraw the key, as the cir-
cuit between the bolt of the
lock and the bracket is then
broken. Come up, boys, and
place your order. Prices are
right."
It is reported upon au-
thority of the club steward that seven men were pain-
fully injured in the rush which ensued to place an order
with Clubton.
OVERWHELMED.
You look sore about something, Hank."
"Sore is no fit term for it, Bill. Just imagine the humiliation of one seeing part of himself decorating the hat of a
molasses-colored cooness !
An Enterprising
Agent.
<t| JkTOW, SIR," said the
EH agent, " I am sure
I have got what
you want. Now here is a
new patent paper cutter, sir,
that I am selling for twen-
ty-five cents. It is the best
in the market, never tears
the pages of an uncut
book "—
" Very nice, indeed," in-
terrupted his victim; "but
I have no uncut books, and
so "
" I suspected that, sir,"
returned the agent. "That's
why I have brought along
this beautiful, uncut copy
of Fox's ' Book of Martyrs.'
Three hundred pages of ele-
vating reading, embellished
with beautiful pictures.
Just the thing for a center-
table in this superb bind-
ing"
" I haven't got a center-
table, "said the victim ;" so
you see "-
" Fine!" said the agent.
" Let me' show you the catalogue of our company's fur-
niture. It is all of the very best make, and a center-
table like that in the picture on page twenty-two will
prove an ornament in your parlor "
MUST HAVE STOLEN IT.
Judge — " What's the charge against the prisoner ?"
Officer — " Carrying a concealed weapon — I found this
hook on his person."
" But I haven't any par-
lor— I have no house, my
friend. Consequently "
"Glorious!" cried the
agent. " I represent the
Own Your Own Home Com-
pany of"
" Oh, thunder!" said the
victim. " Here's your
quarter. I'll take a paper
cutter."
Invincible.
«^POU Yankees are eter-
nally bragging about
your possessions," said the
British tourist, as the trav-
elers visited Vesuvius; " but
tell me, my friend, where
in all the splendors of your
country have you anything
to equal this volcano?"
"Out in Lincoln, Neb.,"
said the American.
" Never heard of it,"
said the Englishman con-
temptuously. "What do
you call it?"
" William Jennings
Bryan," said the American.
Brevity.
A TRAVELING salesman was thunderstruck upon be-
ing presented with a telegram which ran:
" Twins this morning — more later. Sadie."
UP IN MILLINERY.
Calf (startled by Wild-West runaway,—" Oh, ma! pipe the cow with the 'Merry Widow* horns \ "
Ip^jpl^;
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A Blossom Fancy.
BY R. K. MUNKITTRICK.
OH, FILMY, silken blossom,
Of finest wind-spun gold,
You fill my dream with fancies
That can't be sung or told.
You are a meadow fairy,
Disporting in the breeze,
And as I watch your dainty
And frail embroideries,
I touch my harp in rapture
And sing in accents gay,
" This blossom will be sweeter
When it has passed away;
" Because when it, a blossom,
No longer nods and sighs,
'Twill be the gorgeous pumpkin
That makes the pic of pies."
Equal to the Occasion.
Tourist — "My. physician advises me
to locate where J may have the benefit of
the south wind. Does it blow here?"
Landlord — "My! but you're for-
tunate in coming to just the right place !
Why, the south wind always blows here."
Tourist — "Always? Why, it seems
to be blowing from the north now."
Landlord—" Oh, it may be coming
from that direction, but it's the south
wind. It's just coming back, you know."
HIS GEOGRAPHY AT FAULT.
Visitor — " Do you live here, little girl ?"
She— "No ; this is my aunty's house— I am from Frovidence."
Visitor — "Oh, are you?"
She— "Oh, no, R. I."
Her Bag.
BY LURANA W. SHELDON.
just a tiny jeweled thing
That dangled on a chain;
A gewgaw to which women cling
In sunshine and in rain.
Ue looked upon it as a toy,
A plaything for the hand —
A bauble easy to destroy,
It was so frailly planned.
Alas ! she dropped the thing one day
Upon the windy street,
And he was paralyzed, they say,
At what fell at his feet.
The clasp had opened ; on his knees
He clutched a gross or more
Of everything one ever sees
Within a dry-goods store.
A Slight Misunderstanding,
« ¥\O YOU take any periodicals?"
^^ asked the new clergyman on his
first round of parish visits.
" Well, I don't," replied the woman;
" but my husband takes 'em frequent. I
do wish you'd try to get him to sign the
pledge."
NO DOUBT ABOUT IT.
" Is not your brother a jolly fellow ? So full of spirits
me a moment ago under water."
" He muit be full of spirits !"
He kissed
Philos (sagely shaking his head) —
" There is nothing new under the sun."
Justwed (with timid reluctance) —
" Have you seen my baby?"
The Howl of the Hack.
BY HAMILTON POPE GALT.
THE EDITOR has scissors long,
A glue pot, large and full of strong
Adhesive glue,
Placed handy, too.
Of what he prints he clippeth half;
The rest is written by the staff.
The editor will seldom fail
Rejection slips to send by mail ;
And often ships
Acceptance slips
By freight; while, painfully and slow,
His checks around Cape Horn must go.
THE MYSTERY OF A COWS TAIL.
One little goose (to the other) — Naow, haow do you suppose
thet durned caow crawled through thet thar knot-hole ?"
WHERE HE AIMED.
City sportsman — " That may be some other hunter I am
aiming at, and not a deer at all. It is very dangerous for him to
move so quietly."
Indian guide — "Huh ! Him safest of all."
A Cruel Inquiry.
t< I'M SUAH," said Chollie Softleigh with a drawling
lisp, " that I don't know what I shall do when I
get out of college. Mothah wants me to be a minithtah,
but I have a leaning toward litratchah. "
" Did you ever think of becoming an actress?" she
asked cruelly.
Horse-power.
« 1JOW MANY horse-power is your machine?"
** " It's too heavy for one horse, so I generally
use two."
NO DANGER.
"Ah know fo' positive fac' dey is paris green on dat melon."
"We don't eat de green ; we eat de red."
When the Scorcher Died
By LOWELL OTUS REESE
THE SCORCHER gave a terrifying " Honk,
honk!" and prepared to drive through the Jas-
per Gates; but just then the barrier fell, and
he barely saved himself from smashing into it
by throwing on the safety clutch.
" Here !" he demanded. " What's this?"
" You can't take that thing in here," said St. Peter
firmly.
ADVANTAGES OF A MODERN CAMPING OUTFIT.
1. Stranded on an island in the wilderness, his boat adrift —
to
"I'd like
know why!"
fumed the scorch-
er. " Down on
earth I've been
used to getting
everything I
want. I won't
stand for it "
"There's noth-
ing doing, bo!"
said St. Peter.
" We're a peace-
ful set of citi-
zens up here, and
there's an anti-
threw over the High and was soon lost in a cloud of star-
dust.
Charon scratched his head and looked doubtful as the
scorcher whizzed to a standstill upon the Ferry. But
the silent old ferryman said nothing and rowed on across.
"Where's the Speedway?" demanded the scorcher,
as they approached the landing.
Charon stroked his beard and spat into the water.
"Ask the Boss," he said, pointing
toward the red-hot gates.
The scorcher knocked. The Devil
appeared, peeped through the wicket,
and gave a yell of terror.
"Throw that machine into the
Styx!" he said. "You can't bring
it in here!"
The poor scorcher looked utterly
dejected. " And I thought it would
make such a hit in this place !" he said.
" You made hits enough on earth!"
said the Devil cuttingly. " Of course
I know it would be a star addition to
my list of tor-
2. he remembers his pneumatic mattress and the oil stove
tures, but even
the Devil has a
little compas-
sion. Honestly, I
wouldn't have the
heart to spring
that thing on my
subjects. Besides,
Hell is getting an
awful reputation
as a smelly place,
and I've simply
got to draw the
line somewhere.
automobile ordinance tacked on to our
city charter. If you come in here you
must leave that snort-wagon outside."
The scorcher was true to his creed.
" If I can't have my machine in Heav-
en," he said indignantly, " I won't go
in there 1"
" Very well," said St. Peter indif-
ferently. " Then there's only one
thing for you to do — take your ma-
chine and go to Hell."
He gave the scorcher a road map,
showing the way down. Thanking him
with the courtesy which characterizes
automobilists in general, the scorcher
turned down the Broad Way.
"At least," he thought, "they
ought to have a corking cinder path
down there." And at the thought he
3. and soon he is on his way toward home and mother.
BOYHOOD DAYS
ANIMAL LAND.
The Lady's Opinion.
A CERTAIN member of Con-
Jimmy Monk — "Aw, come on in !
Cither."
It's only so deep, and perfectly safe. I can't swim,
Throw that thing into the Styx or else clear out!" and
the Devil banged the wicket shut. The scorcher turned
his beloved Juggernaut around.
"Ferry me back!" he said to Charon. "I'll spend
the rest of eternity in Yuma. I know it's worse than
Hell, but I'd rather be there with my machine than in
Heaven or Hades without it."
And all Hell breathed a sigh of relief when he went.
A Proposal and Acceptance.
A YOUNG colored man asked permission of his em-
• ployer to use the telephone, as he wished to speak
to a colored girl employed at another residence. Upon
receiving consent, he explained, " You see, it's dis way.
I loves dat gal an' wants to
ask her to marry me, but,
'fore de Lord! I ain't got de
grit to ask her ' word out of
mouth ' ; an' so I wants to
use de 'phone. I'll jest call
her up.
"Hello! Is dat Dinah?"
"No. Will call her."
"Hello! Dat you, Dinah?"
"Ye-as."
"Dinah, you knows I
thinks a heep of you."
"Ye-as."
" An' I bin tryin' to make
you think a heep of me."
"Ye-as."
" I more den thinks a heep
of you. I loves you, Dinah."
"Ye-as."
"Now, Dinah — 1 — er —
wants to ask you if you will
marry me?"
"Ye-as, indeedy! Who is
dis what's talkin' to me?"
gress from New England
went to a Southern State some
years ago to make a few cam-
paign speeches. It was his first
experience in the South, and he
had considerable to learn. One
day he stopped at a farm-house
for dinner.
" I'm sorry, ma'am," he said
to the lady presiding, " but 1
don't eat hot bread."
" Why don't you?" she asked,
being quite as inexperienced in
Northern customs as the con-
gressman was in Southern.
" Because it is indigestible
and unhealthy."
" What kind do you eat?"
"Cold bread, always."
She looked him over careful-
ly, sizing up his [scrawny form
from every point of view, and after the survey she re-
marked with a sniff,
" Well, it seems to me that it's about time you had »
change of diet."
Diplomacy.
«|'M SURPRISED at you."
* " What's the matter now?"
" Why, your wife tells me you've invited the grocer
and butcher to your party to-night!"
"Well, what of it?"
"Think of what you owe society."
" Yes ; but think what I owe my grocer and butchei !"
Jimmy Mont (as Willie Hippo jumps into
blub ! Help ! it's over my head !''
pool)— " Help ! Gurgle, splosh ! Glub,
A Musical Education in a Nutshell
By JOHN KENDRICK BANGS
THERE was, some years ago, a writer upon musical
topics in a German periodical who gave a cleverly
comprehensive method by which the musically un-
educated should be able to detect whether or not the com-
position to which they were listening should rank as a
masterpiece. " If the music goes 1-2-3-hop-hop-hop, or
1-2-3-boom-boom-boom, ' ' said he, " you may depend upon
it that you are listening to unmitigated rubbish. But
when you hear music that sounds as if a number of well-
arranged notes
were stuck into a
barrel and energet-
ically stirred about
like a sort of har-
monious oat meal
porridge, then you
may assume that it
is a fugue, and at
once compose your
features into an
expression of pro-
found satisfaction.
If, later on, you
fancy that the
notes are dropped
on the floor, and
from time to time
asserting them-
selves again in a
quiet, dreamy sort
of way, then the
piece is probably a
nocturne ; and noc-
turnes, as you are
HIS WEDDED
" Never will I marry — I am wed-
ded to my art. Art is my wife," he
told his friends.
probably aware, are very high-class music indeed.
When the notes seem to arrive in truck-loads, and each
truck contains a different sort from the one that has
preceded it, and when the series of vans appears to take
an unreasonable length of time to pass a given point,
then the masterpiece is doubtless a symphony, and the
symphony is the greatest musical creation yet produced
by the masters of music. Finally, when it seems as if
the notes had been tumbled down helter-skelter, then
vigorously shoveled
up into a heap, and
blown into the air
with a dynamite
cartridge, that is a
rhapsody; and the
rhapsody is, on the
whole, the most
popular variety of
good music ex-
tant." The writer
of the above doubt-
less lived too soon
to continue and add
to his formulae the
further assertion
that if the notes
bring to you that
feeling of lassitude
which conjures up
visions of cold
broiled lobsters and
the odor of gasoline
and talcum powder
in equal propor-
WIFE.
And his art mastered him.
STRANGE SIGHTS OF THE CITY.
farmer bird—" Gosh all hemlock I thet's the spryest squirrel I ever saw.'
IT WAS A 1905 MODEL.
" What's the matter ?"
Constable — " You are under arrest for cruelty to automobiles. You have no right to overload a poor old machine like that."
tions, you will instantly recognize it as
the composition of that famous and pop-
ular composer, Herr Broadway, of New
York.
The Snake
Curve Ball.
YOU'RE NEXT.
Kid--" Say, mister, ain't it about time yer t'rowed away dat butt?"
Leisure Latvian — " Sorry, me boy — very, very sorry, I assure you ; but
I just pirVfd it up myself, don't-chew-know ?"
BY EDWIN L. SABIN.
IN THE golden days of summer,
When with Skinny, Red, and Fat
On the pasture-lot of Homeville
You indulged in two old-cat,
You remember — aye — the presence
Of that wizard 'mongst you all,
Who possessed the magic secret
Of the snake (^^~*~-) curve ball !
Tis the mastery of all things
Given boyhood, nothing less,
That enables him to sock 'em
Wriggling like the letter S;
While the eager batter flushes,
'Wildered by the mocking call,
"Aw, I fooled you! Aw, I fooled you!
That's a snake (^-^-^) curve ball!"
See those fearsome, long contortions!
Hear the quick, triumphant shout,
Which apprises all newcomers,
" I can throw an in-an'-out!"
Tens of thousands, why your homage?
Clarkson.or Waddell are small
When compared to freckled urchin
With his snake (^^^) curve ball !
You, no doubt, were that brave pitcher —
(" Watch me make it do it!" " Gee!")
Spiting scoffers, baffling science.
("Can, too— can't I, Fat? Now, see!")
"Papa," "captain," "judge," "profess-
or"—
Oft may honor's mantle fall,
But there's none like to the mantle
Of the snake (•^•—^) curve ball f
IT ALL DEPENDS.
Adrian Absyntheface — " Maud, I want you to put this un-
der your pillow to-night and dream of me. Will you ?"
Maud — " Well, that depends upon what I eat before going
to bed."
Come Home, Father.
BY M. WORTH COLWELL.
« IjVATHER, dear father, come home with me now,
* The clock on the dashboard strikes one !
Don't fuss with the car any longer, pupah,
You can't get the old tub to run !
The cylinder's cracked and the timer won't work,
And mother's been waiting since tea,
So tether the car to a post, father dear,
And come home on the trolley with me!
Come home, come home " — etc.
" Father, dear father, come home with me now,
The speed-meter clock's striking two!
The night has grown colder, the rear tire's flat,
And mamma may fret about you.
The cam-shaft is twisted, the pump's out of gear;
Perhaps before morning shall dawn,
Ma may grow real angry and want a divorce —
Come quickly, or she may be gone!
Come home, come home " — etc.
" Father, dear father, fly home with me now,
The clock's striking three — it's struck out!
Don't fool any more with magneto and coil;
The wires have grounded, no doubt!"
The child's plea was answered — the answer was short,
Which the night winds repeat as they roam;
The gas-tank exploded — some noise and some smoke,
And father and daughter blew home !
" We're home, we're home!" — etc.
Down to Brass Tacks.
" 1J*VER stopped to think where you will go this
^^ summer?" asks the friend.
"Well," answers the other, "we think we will go
to southern Europe for a while, then run over into
Switzerland and Germany, then go on through Russia
and Siberia, and come back by way of Japan, the Philip-
pines, and Hawaii."
" My! That's a splendid tour!"
"Yes, we think we'll take it; but we know blamed
well we'll go to Atlantic City maybe twice during
the summer."
THEY DISAGREE ON DETAILS
" I am afraid of Mr. " Littleman is afraid of me,"
Big," says Mr. Little- says Big, " because he does know
man, "because I don't what I'll do."
know what he'll do."
NEEDED RENOVATION.
Neiv pastor — "Perhaps you don't know, my boy, that I anr
your new pastor ?"
Kid — " Maybe I don't, but I tell you now, that old meetiu'
house of ours certainly needed pastorizin'."
HE SPOKE HASTILY.
" Allow me to take you down to eat, Mrs. Scrambledegg-
face."
" Oh, thank you ! It's so good of " —
" Not at all. Your husband has made lots of little sacri-
fices for me."
The Threat.
'l^HE Bingses, mother and daughter, had long out-
* stayed their visit at their country friend's house.
Moreover, they evinced no sign of going away, nor did
the mother seem to be in any way affected by the strong
hints to go which the overtaxed hostess threw out from
time to time. Finally, forbearance exhausted, the en-
tertainer decided to reach the mother through her daugh-
ter. So one day, calling the little visitor to her, she
said, " Maimie, when do you expect to go home?"
" Oh, I'm sure I don't know," was the careless reply.
" We've several other places to stop at yet."
" Well, when do you go on to the next place 'r"
" Can't even tell that. Mamma says it's immaterial to
her just when she'll leave here."
"But, my dear child," exclaimed the exasperated
hostess, " doesn't your mother realize how high living
is these days?"
".Oh, yes; she knows how high it is. That's why we
left the city."
"Well, Maimie, I cannot afford to entertain visitors
any longer, and I wish you'd tell your mother that at
once!"
" Is that an insult?" rejoined the child, turning
haughtily to the speaker.
" Why do you ask that, child?"
" Because when we're insulted we go on to the next
place!"
Judgment.
BY CARLYLE SMITH.
CRITIC of my neighbor let me be,
No flaws in him, I pray thee, let me find;
Or if, perchance, some blemish there I see,
To it and him may I be ever kind.
But of myself, as Father Time rolls by,
Let me be critical of my own ways,
And so reform my erring self that I
Won't care a rap what anybody says.
The Poet Sings.
BY B. J. DASKAM.
ONE DIFFERENCE only, Chloe proud,
Between your love and mine — -
While you've forgotten all you vowed,
I get six cents a line.
And, Daphne, though your melting glance
Was bought with violets,
Don't think that I'd neglect a chance
For lightsome triolets.
Oh, Phyllis, oft you've strained my purse
On loving pleasure bent;
But, now we're through, it might be worse —
You've helped to pay the rent.
L' ENVOI.
Ye poets, when your lady's kiss
Grows cold, pray don't rej5ine,
But scribble off some stuff like this
And get six cents a line.
A Work of Supererogation.
UENRY dislikes being bathed and argues with his
* mother over every square inch of his four-year-old
anatomy.
One night, when his patience was especially tried by
what he considered wholly unnecessary work, he ex-
claimed,
" Oh, mamma, couldn't you skip my stomach? No-
body ever sees my stomach !"
Additional Comforts.
tt ¥ SEE your rates here are double on rainy days,"
said the drummer. " What is the reason for
that?"
" Sir," replied Landlord Sparerib, " a careful exam-
ination of this hostelry will convince you that all our
rooms are furnished with baths at that time."
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THE VOICE OF THE BLACK HAND."
STRIKING THE HOT IRON.
E FOLLOWING is the conversation carried on
between a blacksmith and his helper; both, as it
happened, stuttered.
Blacksmith's helper—" Sh-sh-shall I h-h-hit n-n-n-
now?"
Blacksmith (who is holding a piece of heated iron on
the anvil for the helper to hit) — " Y-y-y-yes, h-hit it
n-n-now."
Blacksmith's helpei — " Sh-sh-shall I h-h-hit it h-h-
har-hard?"
Blacksmith — " Y-y-yes; h-h-h-hit it h-hard."
Blacksmith's helper — " Sh-sh-shall I-I h-h-hit it
h-hard n-now?"
Blacksmith — " N-n-no; i-it's c-c-cold n-now."
Stanley E. Williams, Seattle, Wash.
CERTAIN.
« UOW TIRESOME you are," said the wife of his
U
bosom. " I can never get a straightforward
answer. Can't you be certain about anything?"
" Wise men hesitate, " he replied loftily ; " only fools
are certain."
" Are you sure of that?"
" I'm quite certain of it."
" Oh!" was all she said.
Seale B. Johnson, Jackson, Tenn.
AN EMBARRASSING POSITION.
A PRETTY young kindergarten teacher got on a
crowded car and, seating herself, nodded and
smiled at a handsome gentleman opposite her, and upon
discovering the fact that she had mistaken him for an-
other, said in a sweet voice,
A JOLT FOR
" Have you heard the
perfectly dreadful!"
"Why no, sweetheart.
" Some horrid person
apartment house between us.
CUPID.
news, Charlie ?
What is it?"
is going to build
Boo-hoo !"
It's
DISAPPOINTED.
She — " I was crazy when I married you."
"' — " You were — but we all entertained hopes of your recovery. '
" Oh, I beg your pardon. I thought you
were the father of two of my children."
The horrid crowd giggled.
She got off at the next corner.
Mrs. James W. Gault, Eaton, Col.
WHAT HE WAS WAITING FOR.
A MAN who was so full that he couldn't
even stand on his feet was standing
about midnight clutching a lamp-post, when
a policeman accosted him, " Here, my man,
why don't you sober up and go home?"
"In fact," answered the drunk, "that's
just what I am after doing. You see, the
whole street is turning round and round this
lamp-post, and, when my own house reaches
here, I will just step in the doorway."
Ben J. Strauch, Memphis, Tenn.
CIRCUMSTANCES ALTER CASES.
Mother-" Hear him ! He says ' mamma. '" Mother—" He wants you ! There, there ! he says he
Father— " Oh, no ! He says he wants to come wants papa. '"
to papa.'1 Father — " Confound it ! can't you hear him saying he
wants mamma.'1
Gray's Elegy.
" Full many a gem of purest ray serene."
BY WILLIS LEONARD
FULL many a gem of purest ray
Is born to blush unseen ;
Full many a flower that smiles to-day,
Full many a leaf that's green,
Will never make the dreamer pause,
Nor his fond gaze entrance,
Because— why, can't you see? — because
It never had no chance.
CLANAHAN.
Full many a brave Demosthenes,
Full many a Cromwell bold,
Full many a Milton— more the cheese
Than e'er was John of old —
Are sitting round the country store,
A-wearing out their pants,
Because — as hinted heretofore —
They never had no chance.
DID SHE MEAN INTO A FAMILY TREE ?
Count — " Come with me to my ancestral home I''
Clara — " Impossible, count ! I cannot climb I"
Reflections of Uncle £zr&
By ROY K. MOULTON.
CERTAINLY it is gettin' so nowadays you can't tell
from a feller's clothes and hair-cut whether he
is a rube or a genius.
Many women are not as bad as they are painted.
When I see a widder wearin' crape twenty-five or
thutty years, I always think that her husband must have
died before she got very well acquainted with him.
If Roosevelt gets too strong with his nature-fakin'
charges, he will git to be disliked in my town for bein'
too pussonal. Those of us who ain't got false teeth
have got glass eyes, cork legs, artificial hair, cold-cream
complexions, or dyed whiskers.
Hod Peters, of our town, is so stingy he makes his
wife write all her letters in shorthand, so as to save ink.
It may be all right to belong to the Four Hundred,
but, by gravy! I'd hate to have any of the Four Hundred
belong to me.
They say accidents will happen in the best of fami-
lies, and, accordin' to reports from Pittsburgh, most of
them do.
I never see a married woman who didn't cry at a
weddin' and wish the couple much joy while she was
wipin' her nose.
Don't make fun of an old maid. A woman who is an
old maid at thutty may be a dashing young widder at
thutty-five with a life-insurance roll.
Job may have had boils, but, by jing! he never
grabbed his wife's hot curlin'-iron in a dark bedroom
and put it in his mouth by mistake for a cigar. •.
The government laws on substitution may be pretty
strict, but they can't prevent us from usin' a good old
buckwheat pancake for a porous plaster.
Anybody can write for a magazine, but it won't be
sent unless the subscription is paid in advance.
Education is a great thing. A school teacher who is
extra efficient can get thutty-five dollars a month. A
plumber gets five dollars a day.
Hi Huggins says he can't afford an automobile to
take his gal out ridin' in, but as long as the old gray
mare lives he has got a good spark-plug, anyhow.
I know a feller who is usin' four hoop snakes for rub-
ber tires on his buggy, and I ain't any nature faker either.
WATCHING IT WARILY.
tionesy Bates— " Well, how's things ?"
Languid Leary—" Pretty good ; I got me eye on a job."
Honesy Bates—1 ' Aw ! wot's eatin' youse ?"
Nuttin'; youse'd keep yer eye on a bull if youse wuz in a field with one, wouldn't yer?"
Notes from the Basswood Bugle
By ROY K. MOULTON
HANK TUMMS has broke the record. Now he
can't have any more music on his phonograph.
Miss Pansy Tibbits, who has been away to
cookin' school, made a fine hickory-nut cake
last week. Old Bill Tibbits ate seven pieces and has
been laid up with the indyspepsia. Come to find out,
Pansy forgot to crack the hickory nuts before puttin'
them in the cake.
The county-fair folks are advertisin' a race for green
trotters. Who ever see a green horse? Nobody but
some nature faker, perhaps.
The' only trouble with huckleberry pie is that it gits
all over a feller's ears too much.
Old Cap Whipple has only got one tooth, and when he
gits through eatin' an ear of green corn it looks like a
corkscrew. The cob, not the tooth.
There is two grades of society in this country, pianola
and phonograph.
It is more pleasanter to have a photograph taken
TWO VERSIONS.
Patty (recently affianced)— " Philip says he will love me
when I'm old."
Brother— "When you mould! Don't believe him, Sis.
Men like girls when they are young and fresh."
than to have a tooth pulled, but it seldom appears so on
the photograph.
The only time Cal Stebbins's face gits thoroughly
washed is when he eats a piece of watermelon.
Hotel soap always seems like a piece broke off from
a soapstun griddle or footwarmer, judgin' by the ab-
sence of suds it makes.
The Bugle office has had a half-column of obituary and
two columns of Ladies' Aid Society resolutions set up
for Grandma Jenks for nine years, but as Doc Hanks
says she is now out of danger we will sell the same
mighty cheap to some other person, who is expectin' to
die, by the name of Jenks.
This was quite a busy week in our town. A medicine
lecturer on the street Monday evenin', a dog fight Wed-
nesday afternoon, an organ grinder Thursday mornin',
and the usual mid-week prayer meetin' Thursday evenin'.
Nothin' stands out more prominenter than a wart on
a feller's nose unless it is a foreign hotel label on a new
dollar-ninety-eight suit case.
Miss Euphemia Mudge, our poetess of passicn, has
resigned as poet-laureate for the tombstun works and
expects to accept a lucrative position on some New York
magazine soon, if she can get it, which is rather skep-
tical at this writin'.
Hank Tumms is such a strong union man that he
won't patronize any railrud that don't run into a union
depot.
Last time Grandma Perkins went to New York she
says to the conductor, says she, " Does this train stop
at New York?" The conductor says, says he, " By
ginger, I hope so, because if it don't there will be about
the goldingest smash-up that you most ever see!"
Elmer Spink says them New York fellers that come
out here summer resortin' ain't so blame stylish after
all. He ain't seen one of them yet with a celloid collar
on, and the fellers around here have been wearin' them
for a year or two. Elmer has had his pretty near three
years and it is just as good as new, if not better, as it
now fits his throat better than former.
Them foreign noblemen must be a tough lot. We see
that an indictment has been issued down to New York
that has got twenty counts in it.
The Basswood Corners Silver Cornet Band gave a con-
cert on Main Street last Thursday evenin' free gratis for
nothin', but nobody heard it, as everybody was down to
the railrud depot to see the eight-fifteen come in, and
she was an hour late.
Hod Peters fell down-stairs last Wednesday and broke
three ribs and seven commandments.
A drummer from New York was in our midst the
other day, sellin' goods. We haven't heard whether he
is a bass or snare drummer. Miss Amy Stubbs, our mil-
liner, says every drummer is a delusion and a snare.
Grandpa Bibbins went to church in the rain last Sun-
day, and is now at home, sufferin' from inflammatory
religion.
To the Belle of Monday.
BY ALICE E. ALLEN.
WRING out, wild Belle, with swish and swash,
With cloud of steam and rub-a-dubs,
With squeak of wringer, creak of tubs —
Wring out, wild Belle, the weekly wash.
Wring out the old, wring out the new ;
Wring lightly, Belle, and have a care —
That sheet is tearing. Let it tear;
"Pis thus we tell the false from true.
Wring out that shirt-waist home-designed;
It ne'er shall vex my spirit more.
I'll send it to the heathen poor
To help re-dress some womankind.
Wring out that slowly fading frock
Of ancient form and last year's sleeves;
That shirt quite a la mode of Steve's,
And Maud's newfangled fancy stock.
Wring out odd shapes of every size —
The ever-narrowing under vest,
The worn-out socks, and all the rest —
Wring out, wild Belle, to the wild skies!
A LL TALK is not cheap. For instance, back talk to
** a magistrate has not infrequently cost a man fifty
dollars as an alternative to going to jail. And then
there is Bryan.
HIS DESERTS.
Pausing at Alcove G, in the lower corridor of
Hades, we observed a young man dancing a jig on
a red-hot radiator.
"And who is that?" we inquired
" Why, that is a street-car conductor who
used to tell people to ' step lively,' " responded
the guide.
Mrs. Hi Huggins has taken in washin' by the day or
week so long that Hi has been able to save up enough
soap wrappers to get a good, double-jointed, bamboo
h'shin' rod.
Last week we inserted an adv. in our lost-and-found
column, to the effect that the galoot who stole an um-
breller at the meetin '-house lecture the night before had
better bring it to the Bugle office or be prosecuted.
Fifteen cords of umbrellers have been throwed into our
backyard since that time, and they are still comin'.
Hank Tumms is gettin' to be quite a successful
author. He has had two recommendations for Curemall
and three for Binks's Tonic accepted within a month.
Hank says the road to literary fame is some arduous,
but he expects to remain on top as long as folks continue
to make patent medicine.
Elmer Spink is gettin' quite well acquainted down to
New York. He can call three bartenders by their first
name. He asked a policeman where the Battery was the
other day, and the policeman told him it was out to the
ball ground.
The Saucy Seesaw.
A GIRL bade her escort named Chaucer
*• To tilt on a teeter and toss her.
Said she, with a thud,
As she fell in the mud,
" Such a saucy seesaw I ne'er saw, sir!"
A JUVENILE SUGGESTION.
"Grandfather," began Jimmy, as he gazed thoughtfully at
the aged man's shining head, " why don't you tell yourself a
hair-raising story ?"
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LOVE! AND GHOSTS
By MARION FOSTER WASHBURNE
THEY had been dipping amateurishly into the
mysteries of the hidden forces. They had tried
lifting one of their number — the heaviest — by
the tips of their fingers, all breathing together.
The experiment had failed, because never could five of
them manage to take three long breaths in unison with-
out laughter. Next they had tried mind-reading.
"Wasn't it wonderful, Harold.'"' Marcia asked.
" Why, when you held my hand I seemed to know exactly
where to go. I wasn't afraid. I went down those dark
cellar stairs and up to that ash-heap and found that
hidden ring as easy as could be. What do you suppose
did it?"
"I don't know," Harold answered. "It seemed to
me that something strange went from my hand to yours. ' '
" Do you think any one else could have led me in the
same way?" Marcia asked.
" No, I don't," said Harold shortly. " I think there
has to be some sort of a sympathy between the person
whose mind is read and the one who is doing the reading.
Don't you ?"
" Perhaps," she said.
Above them on the stairs others were wondering over
the same occurrence. Every one had a ghost story to
tell. To no one had been denied the touch of some ex-
perience out of the common.
" Goodness!" cried Marcia, rising with a little shiver,
" I shall be afraid to go home. It must be almost mid-
night now."
Harold and Marcia were glad to get away and be
alone together for the walk home. It was not easy to
talk while their hearts were beating so loud.
Marcia broke the silence. " Aren't you almost afraid
to pass that queer old house to-night?"
"What house?"
" Why, the Haunted House. Harold, let's go round
the other way. It'll be just about midnight when we
get there."
"DAT AM YO' BRIDAL VEIL, HONEY.'
OUGHT TO BE DUG OUT.
Blank — "They say there's a lot of money in farming, nowadays."
Blink — "Ought to be, the way these rich city fellows are dropping money
into it "
« XT
Nonsense!
You don't suppose
I'm afraid of an
old house ! What's
there to it, any-
how? Just a little
forlorn house
standing alone in
a big yard."
" Wouldn't you
think that old
woman would be
afraid to live
there alone? They
say that once her
husband lived
there with her and
they had several
children; but one
by one they died.
All the funerals
went out from that front door and down the street-
They say she will live there until her own funeral car-
ries her away from that same front door. Oh, I hope
that will never happen to me, Harold !"
" It won't. I'm not going to die first."
Marcia gasped. Never had he spoken so openly be-
fore. For a wonder, she could find no words with which
to rebuke him.
They drew nearer to the Haunted House. The moon,
driving through the mist, lit these rising white forms
now and then. The house, a brown, battered cottage,
was surrounded by an overgrown, unkempt garden.
Marcia caught Harold's arm in a tighter grip.
"Look, look!' she whispered fearfully. Harold
turned his reluctant eyes away from her enticing face
and looked across the street. What he saw there
stopped him where he stood. There was, indeed, some-
thing white moving in and out among the shadowy trees.
" It's a ghost, Harold ! It really is !"
"No, it isn't! Of course it isn't!"
"I dare you to go and see." The intoxication of
that calm assumption of his of a few minutes ago was
rising to Marcia's brain. She felt she must say or do
something — she
didn't care just
what. Ghosts
were nothing com-
pared with the
thought that Har-
old was actually
planning a life for
them together.
"Pooh! I'd
just as leave go
as not. But what's
the sense in it?
I'd rather stay
here."
" I dare you! I
dare you! Oh,
see, Harold! It's
truly there !"
Harold covered
the clutching hand
on his arm with his other hand, and they both faced
about to look more* searchingly into the depths of the
old garden. This time they not only saw the crouch-
ing, moving, white figure, but a wavering cry came to
their ears.
" Oh, do go! It seems to be in trouble. Go and see
what's the matter."
Now, Harold had no relish for this job. Another
look into the mysterious garden made him hesitate
again. Something was moving about there. Again
the wavering, faint cry came to his ears.
Marcia gave him a little excited push. "Oh, go!"
she urged. "You aren't afraid!" Harold turned to
her indignantly.
" I'll go because you want me to. But, if I go,
you've got to give me my reward when I come back."
" And what's that?" Marcia looked down. Harold
bent nearer.
" A kiss !" he said, and then dashed across the street,
fairly afraid of his own boldness.
He moved over the wet grass silently. Plainer and
plainer he saw before him that white thing. It was,
without doubt, the form of a woman. As he drew
INANIMATE EXPRESSIONS.
When your friend asks you for a twenty. When you ask him for the return of the twenty.
nearer he saw not only her
white gown, but her gray
hair. She was stooping
and peering behind the
bushes. She drew nearer
the house. As she reached
the steps, he heard again
that plaintive cry.
At first he could not
make out the words she
cried, but in a moment
they reached him, clear and
unmistakable:
"Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!"
called the ghost.
Even more noiselessly
than he had entered, Har-
old slipped away out of
sight. He did not allow
himself to laugh until he
was half across the street.
" It was only an old
woman looking for her
cat," he called to Mar-
cia. "And now I get my reward!"
" Oh, no, you don't!" cried the girl. She picked up
her skirts and fled on fleet feet down into the mist-filled
hollow. He pursued her. The mists caught them and
hid them. Do you think he got his reward?
AN OLD TIMER.
Her Roughing Outfit.
WITH our prying X--
ray,
In her grip we discern
The latest French play,
A cure for sunburn,
Some open-work socks,
Some chocolate creams,
A Japanese box
Of gloves that are
dreams,
Collections unique
Of puff-balls and lace — •
She will rough it a week
At a camping-out place-
A Preference.
« OH ALL we have
*^ Tommy Noodlepate
for dinner?" asked Mrs.
Wiseacre.
"No, my dear," said
Professor Wiseacre. "I'm
fond of calves-brains, but
I think they are better
for luncheon than for din-
ner; and besides, they are not served on the hoof this
year."
« \ATHAT'S done to kill time there?"
" "Oh, the bored walk."
OTTO L./MNG .-
A CURIOUS FACT.
'Tim Murphy's a loafer. He quits th' job ivery fifteen minutes an' shtays away an hour."
Cupid and the Summer Girl
By LA TOUCHE HANCOCK
SHE SAT on the shore and gazed into the distance.
Her age was not uncertain — quite twoscore and
more. Very likely she had been beautiful in
the far off, but she had certainly lost her good
looks. A lack of exercise had aged her, and she was
distinctly Maypoley; in fact, hardly an enticing pic-
ture. Evidently she thought so herself, for, as she
gazed, she murmured, " Oh, that I could be beautiful
again, and live forever!" Then she blinked. (She had
a peculiar habit of blinking her eyes just like an owl
when exposed to the daylight.) Resting her head on a
small rock, and humming that old, old ditty, " I wish I
had some one to love
me," she reclined almost
at full length. Some dis-
tance away was another
rock, on which she fixed
her eyes. So great was
her concentration that
she presently fancied —
no ! it could not be ! She
blinked again. Yes, it
was a diminutive, half-
clad figure approaching
her, carrying a bow and
arrows. The form ap-
proached still nearer. It
stood before her.
"So," said a voice,
" you wish to be beauti-
ful and live forever?"
ILLUSTRATED FINANCIAL TERM
Floating a Loan.
The words were spoken in such a chummy, half-
humorous way that she was encouraged to reply, " I do
most certainly !"
" Well," and the little god looked her up and down,
"it's not difficult to make you live forever, but" — he
made a closer scrutiny of her features — " it will be
rather a hard task to make you beautiful."
She blinked at the rudeness of the remark.
"Pardon me!" went on Cupid; "I am as blunt as
some of my arrows. Tell me your name."
" Green," she replied, with a tiny blush.
" Green? And your first name?"
"Olive."
" A colorable combi-
nation, and yet you are
dark."
" I was born in India
and have curry in my
blood."
Cupid hid a smile.
"Well, "said he after
a pause, " I'll make the
best job of it I can.
Beauty fades, you know ;
but I daresay a little un-
natural attention on your
part will preserve the
countenance I shall give
you. I can only, " he add-
ed, "grant your wish
with a qualification. You
MODERN IMPROVEMENTS
First scholar — " What's the 'lectrician doin' over at the schoolhouse ?"
Second scholar — " Puttin' in a 'lectric switch."
First scholar — "Gee mully ! If they's goin' ter do the lickin' by Mectricity, I quit.
shall certainly live forever if you wish to, though I fan-
cy you'll get a trifle tired of immortality ; but as for
good looks, you shall enjoy your share of them for a
time, anyway."
" Why not forever?" she interrupted.
" It can't be done," replied Cupid; "but I'll make a
compromise. What do you say to becoming a Summer
Girl?"
She jumped to her feet with delight.
" Agreed!" she cried with fervor.
"Very well. Sit down again and close your eyes;
and, by the way," said he, as he commenced to walk
away, " if you should ever need me, just pronounce my
name, and I'll be with you. Your eyes shut? Ta, ta!"
For a moment she 'lay with closed eyes; then she
opened them and blinked. Cupid had disappeared. She
looked at the rock in the distance. It was apparently
immovable. Then she took a small hand mirror from
her pocket, looked into it, literally leaped for joy, and
axclaimed,
" He was as good as his word!"
Yes, she was beautiful, or as beautiful as she could
be made. The job was qualified, but certainly accept-
able. As she rapturously kissed the mirror, a man ap-
proached. His face was pale and his clothes were de-
cidedly shabby. His hair looked underdone. It was
quite sanguineous. He stopped a few paces from her
and sighed.
" Lovely evening," he murmured, approaching still
closer. She fancied she had heard the phrase before,
but, being now a Summer Girl, she entered into the
spirit of his small talk.
"Beautiful!" she murmured in unison; and then,
A SHIP OF THE DESERT HEAVING TWO
ONE OPTIMIST AT LEAST.
" How's business ?"
" Oh, looking up.''
with a nonchalance that was surprising to herself,
added, " Won't you sit down?" He would and did.
" Doesn't the sea look delicious?" she next ventured.
" The sight of the sea " — and he made a grimace —
" is as sickening to me as if I were on it. I look upon
it as a magnified wash basin."
This was disconcerting. She tried again.
" Wasn't the sunset splendid last night?"
" I have never seen the sun set, and I am never up
late enough to see it rise."
This reply was so astonishing that she blinked and
blurted out, " Are you a human being?"
" No," said he conv'ncingly, " I'm not. I'm a mar-
ried man !"
She started up with a shriek.
" I mean," he corrected himself, " I was a married
man. I am now a kind of widower."
As this was partially satisfying, she resumed her
seat.
"You needn't be alarmed," he continued. "I am
not in search of a wife, but a collaborateur. "
An idea struck her.
" You are a literary man?"
"Yes; a ghost!" then perceiving that she was
alarmed, " but a somewhat substantial ghost. Once on
a time no happier journalist lived, or lied. No editor
ever put my manuscripts in the basket where he was in
the habit of placing his waste paper. Whenever I wrote
for a periodical, it's circulation always went up ten
quires. Then came a change. I was, the editors said,
written out. I disagreed with them and formed a plan.
I would not wring your withers, but shall I unfold it to
you?"
Being in doubt as to the exact position of her withers,
and being also exceedingly curious, she assented.
FROM THE PUPVILLE PRESS.
" Miss Pugg came out to-day in one of those new tight-
fitting gowns "
" I noticed that some of the contributions to the
magazines, with celebrated names affixed, were con-
temptibly weak. The works of the present-day writers
had become exceedingly uneven. I knew that magazine
editors were always on the watch to discover new talent
— in old names, so I became a literary ghost. Had I not
done so I wouM ere now have been a literal ghost."
She blinked at the pun.
"I confess it. I am a humbug. I write, and the
celebrated authors put their names to my stories."
The idea was so noyel to her that she did not exercise
her prerogative of interrupting him, but merely glued
her eyes on his face.
" I know little about woman's dress. Jet passemen-
terie, blue broche, chiffon, filosselle are Greek to me.
I steal " — -and he lowered his voice to a whisper — " I
steal from the woman's pages. I have no conception of
scenery. I am color blind. My plots and characters
are as old as the hills. Consequently, I — and the cele-
brated authors whose ghost I am — are successful!"
"Wonderful, yet curious," she muttered. Then,
" You said you had been married. Did your wife help
you?"
" A little. When I first met her spluttering and
gurgling in the Atlantic, she filled me with inspiration.
Our very introduction was in this way a kind of domestic
idyl. A writer, I knew, sometimes acquires a fresh
lease of popularity by taking a wife, so I took one."
Again a fit of nervousness overtook her.
" Where is she now?" she faintly inquired.
He disregarded the question and proceeded, " I am
a bad hand at the matrimonial game. I am eternally
being mated, but now "
" But now?" she repeated.
" I am in search of a collaborateur, not a wife."
She considered for a moment. According to the
ethics of a Summer Girl it didn't much matter whether
he was married or not. Therefore, why not remain in
ignorance of his domestic affairs? She would,
" What are you doing here?" she asked.
" Here?" and he sighed again. " I left the giddy
metropolis for a while to inhale the pure and ambient
air of simple-minded nature, tinted with "
" Yes, I know," she interrupted, " you left the city
for a day to " •
"Get engaged," he blurted. This comforted her.
He was evidently not married. " I have had enough of
marriage. I wish to be engaged — forever!"
She saw her opportunity. She had never heard of a
Summer Girl marrying. Why not be engaged forever?
She would be. He had led up to the subject. She
would clinch it.
" Don't you hear some music?" said she romantically.
" Only your voice," he murmured in reply. This was
a good beginning. He followed it up.
" Who are you?"
She hesitated, and then slyly blinking said, " A Sum-
mer Girl"!
His face lighted up.
" The very thing!"
"Thing?"
" Woman, adorable woman, I mean. Will you be en-
gaged to me forever?"
Impetuously she cried, " I will!"
" But do you think you— I mean — your promise will
last so long?"
" Listen," said she. " Once in my young days, when
I always wished 'to be what I am now, I wrote a poem."
He shuddered.
" I am not a poet."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"But under some weird inspiration these lines fell
from my pen. I don't think they're bad. Shall I recite
them?"
" Is the poem long?"
"No."
" Then I'd love to hear it."
NO VIOLATION
Old party — " Can't you boys read'"
Boy—" Cert, mister ; but it's all right — we can't swim."
So in lilting tones she spoke as follows:
" Time was when love and I were well acquainted,
Time was when we walked ever hand in hand —
A Summer Girl with every one acquainted,
None better loved than I in all the land.
Time was, I bore a sisterly relation
To very nearly every man I met;
All gazed upon me, rapt in adoration.
Ah, me! how soon my sun of love has set!
" Time was when each aspiring bard affected
An ode to me in rather rapturous rhyme.
Why is it now the Summer Girl's neglected?
You never hear of me in winter time.
Time was — but is there really any reason
Why times so good as those should pass away?
For men may come, and men may go each season,
But I'll go on forever and a day !"
"That settles it," he exclaimed as she finished.
" We are engaged forever."
" Forever!" she echoed, as a neighboring clock
chimed out a quarter of the hour of noon. He took her
in his arms.
" The symbol of mutual sympathy between man and
man appears when cigar meets cigar. When man
meets woman, a kiss " — • — •
He stopped suddenly and looked at her. " Great
Scott!" he ejaculated, " what a change!"
" Where?" cried she in dismay.
" In the weather," he returned, at the same time dis-
engaging himself from her. " It's raining. I almost
always carry an umbrella with me, but," he continued,
" I really cannot have the trouble of opening it only to
fold it up again. Good-by !" And off he actually ran.
She stood stupidly staring after him for a moment and
then flung herself on the sand.
"A lunatic!" sh« eried, and burst into tears. Pres-
ently, growing calmer, she wiped her eyes, and taking
out her pocket mirror looked to see if the traces of tears
were quite gone. She started back as she beheld her
old face.
" Cupid, Cupid!" she shouted in alarm, and turning
around she saw the little god standing by her.
" What's this? You have deceived me."
"Deceived you? Nay!" said Cupid. "I said you
should be beautiful as a Summer Girl. You forget the
date. 'Tis now September the twenty-third, when at
eleven-forty-four a. m. the summer ends. Autumn has
begun, and with autumn you resume your former face."
"A trick,' she cried. " No more of this. I'll be no
Summer Girl again. I "
"Very well, "said Cupid smiling. "The spell is taken
off entirely. I think you're wise." Then, as she seemed
about to change her mind, he took a furtive glance at
her and muttered to himself, " I don't think I ever be-
fore realized the potentialities of ugliness to which thr
sex may attain."
Then he flitted, and left her blinking.
HONK! HONK!
She—" Do you think nervousness can be cured by auto-suggestion ?"
He — " No ; but I think a good many cases could be cured by auto suppression."
BRUTE!
Jimson—" Where's your wife ? Haven't seen her often lately.
Weed — "Oh, I sent her away on a little vacation."
Jimson — "So ? Where'd she go?''
Weed—" To the Thousand Isles."
Jimson — " Stay long ?"
Weed— "Yes. I told her to take a week to each island."
For Value Received.
By DON KAHN.
Ann Harbor, Conn.
PRESIDENT Yarnell University— Dear sir: I write
to tell you of the sociable evening that I enjoyed
last week, and to request you to thank your sopho-
more classes for the same. Wednesday night I attended
prayer meeting, and as I stepped out of the church was
met by a gang of second-year men, fifty strong. My
reception was most cordial. A freshman at your univer-
sity cannot complain that he is given any half-way wel-
come. The second-year men escorted me to and up a
very high maple tree, fearing, I suppose, that from the
ground I might miss some of the beautiful and pictur-
esque scenery in the vicinity.
Upon descending from my elevated position I was in-
troduced to a young lady who was passing, and was
invited to pour out my soul in eloquence to her. It
speaks for great liberality of thought at your university
that one should be so heartily encouraged to propose
marriage on such short acquaintance. I was even re-
quested by the enthusiastic sophomores who gathered
about me to kiss the young lady's hand.
A song service down-town near the moving-picture
show, in which I was given a solo part, was the next
thing on the program. Nine " rahs " for the sophomore
class and a mud bath ended the exciting evening for me.
I mention these things not because I believe that you
are actively interested in them, but merely to show you
that such hospitality is appreciated by a stranger who
had been in your college town but a short time. It is
this sort of hospitality that speaks louder than the
welcome on the door mat.
What was so pleasing about the whole entertainment
was that it came so unexpectedly. Had I been a fresh-
man I might have anticipated something of the kind,
but merely being a traveling man, who was in town on a
business visit, I can assure you that it came as an
unlooked-for pledge of universal good fellowship.
Very sincerely yours,
MARTIN L. MURDOCK.
No One Questions It.
AN AUTOMOBILE party was tour-
ing through the mountainous dis-
trict of western Pennsylvania, and
had made a stop in one of the small
towns to make some repairs to the
machine. While they waited, the at-
tention of one of the party was called
to an intelligent-looking lad of about
fourteen who seemed to be very much
interested in the work, and of whom
the following question was asked,
" Say, son, what do you live on out
here?"
"Nuthin," replied the somewhat
surprised youth. " Dad's a preacher."
1 OVE is a sea skirted by long piers,
^ out upon which young couples
stroll to sit down and fall in.
Bah
MIRACULOUS
Englishman (reading)— '" Keep Out — This Means You!'
Jove ! how did they know I was coming?"
Crosscut's Persuader
By GORTON CARRUTH
speed mania is undoubtedly a great evil, but
it is not incapable of correction. Moral sua-
sion is what is needed — -not coercive measures. Cir-
cumstances once forced me to quiet the nerves of the
speed maniac, and the methods I adopted were peculiarly
persuasive and efficient.
" I was living on a farm at the time, and naturally
was possessed of chickens, cows, pigs, and other animals
incident to the bucolic life. Near my farm passed the
main highway
leading to a neigh-
boring large city.
Along this road
there shot night
and morning a
quivering streak
of automobilists
going to and from
their offices in the
city. Naturally
my live-stock be-
gan to suffer.
First some chick-
ens, then a couple
of pigs, and final-
ly a cow became
the unwilling vic-
tims of the gaso-
line Juggernauts.
The chief offend-
er, and, in fact,
the leader, was a
red-haired, r e d -
nosed individual
in goggles who
drove a large red
car. He lived
about ten miles on
beyond my place. It was not, I fear, always purely
animal spirits that drove him to emulate greased light-
ning. He used to zigzag through my unsuspecting poul-
try with such remarks as, 'Caught him on the wing,'
' How's that for high?' ' Over the fence for yours,' and
such sporting phrases. I saw that I must act at once if
I wished any of my stock left alive.
" So I bought myself a light, speedy motor-cycle, and
constructed thereon, of canvas, rubber, and light wood,
a huge figure of the common, every-day, barnyard rooster.
It stood about fifteen feet high and was arranged so that
I sat on the saddle within the body of the bird. The
legs hung down on either side and were attached to the
wheels so that they worked back and forth true to
nature.
"I selected for my purpose one evening at dusk,
when my speedy friend came racing along, tossing .my
hens about in his usual facetious manner. Then just as
TOO MUCH
Tall man — " Why, Judkins, old man,
Short man—" What ! Broke again ?"
he passed I sparked up and started after him up the
road. He looked back and saw in the twilight a gigan-
tic rooster leaping after him with great twenty-foot
strides, wings outspread and long neck stretched for-
ward, the bill opening and shutting in raucous squawks.
The unfortunate man gave one glance, then threw on all
his power and crouched down in his seat. But he could
not escape me. Gradually I closed up on him and reach-
ing over began to peck at the back of his neck with my
tin bill. That was enough. He gave a yell of terror,
stopped his motor,
lit on the road in
front on all fours,
and disappeared in
the woods.
" He never re-
turned for the
automobile and I
took possession of
it. With his go-
ing the other
fiends quieted
down and I was no
longer troubled.
Yes ; moral sua-
sion is the thing
every time."
Very Busy.
^TEARS ago a
Northern vis-
itor was walking
along the street
i n Jacksonville,
when he espied a
small darky sit-
ting in the sun,
brushing flies off
of himself.
" Well, "Rastus," the visitor said, pausing to address
the youth, " do you manage to keep busy these days?"
" Yassuh," returned the boy.
" Very busy?" queried the visitor in an unbelieving
tone of voice.
" All de time, suh," said the boy.
" At it now?" grinned the visitor.
" Yassuh," said the boy.
" What is your business — shooing flies?" asked the
visitor.
"No, suh. My business is jest growin', suh," ex-
plained the youth.
Reasonable.
Little girl — " Say, mamma, ain't I made of dust?"
Mother — " Yes, dear."
Little girl — " Well, why don't I get muddy when 1
drink?"
PLEASURE.
I am pleased to see you !
The Editor and White Paper
By WILLIAM J. LAMPTON
THE Managing Editor of a Metropolitan Newspaper,
price one cent, was submerged in thought. He
was confronting a condition, not a theory, and he
was chock up against it.
He was a very Superior Managing Editor, drawing an
Immense Salary, and it was up to him to make Good.
This he had done Nobly by the introduction of the latest
Improvements in News-getting, Labor-increasing De-
vices for Reporters, New and Novel Designs for Sunday
Editors, and the thousand and one other Methods known
only to Very Superior Managing Editors. The result of
his devotion to Duty showed in a largely augmented
Circulation. Indeed, he did not hesitate to announce in
Vociferous, Vermilion type that his was the LARGEST
CIRCULATION in the City. That his Obscure Con-
temporaries made similar statements did not disturb
him One Whit. They were mere Imitators. That was
all.
Consequent upon the Increased Circulation of the
paper, Prices of Advertising were Advanced to the
Limit, as was Perfectly Legitimate and Customary.
This was done by the Business Office, which has no
Visible Connection with the Editorial Office, and the
Managing Editor had not been apprised of it. Nor did
he care to be. Business was none of his business.
The Managing Editor continued his Efforts with Fer-
vent Zeal, and the Circulation continued to increase.
But the Advertisers would not Stand For an Increase of
Rates. They were willing to play the Limit, but they
id not w/sh the Roof to be raised to accommodate it.
At or about this stage of affairs came the Opportunity
of the Managing Editor's Life. He had learned, as only
Superior Managing Editors can learn, of a SCOOP of
such Tremendous Import that its Virtues would last not
for a Day only, but for Weeks and Weeks, adding New
Readers every day. It would cost $5,000, spot cash, to
secure it, with the necessary incidental expenses. The
Managing Editor had full authority over incidentals, but
he must go Higher Up for a Large Wad ; so he called a
meeting of the General Council, including the Business
Manager, that Commercial-minded person who is ord*
narily kept Down-stairs somewhere out of the Lime-
light.
The Managing Editor stated his Case in Glowing
Language, and the Editorial End of the Council exploded
with Enthusiasm. It was the Grandest that ever hap-
pened, and they turned Admiring Eyes upon the Superior
Managing Editor, who blushed with Modest Pride.
Next came the Business Manager. He had a Hook
up his sleeve.
" You say," he said in Hard, Unfeeling tones, " that
this proposition will increase our Circulation by about
50,000?"
"At a Moderate Estimate," replied the Managing
Editor, whistling, as it were, to keep his courage up.
" I would not be at all surprised if it hit the hundred-
thousand mark."
" Very well," continued the Business Manager with
steely coldness; " let us split the difference and call it
75,000. Our present circulation is 150,000. With white
ON INTIMATE TERMS.
~~i""r~" L<?" sakes ! thet "abob in the automobile waved his hand at ye real familiar like. Do ye know him, Si ?"
Sgutre S,~" Yew bet ! Why, I do all his finin' fer him."
paper costing
what it now does,
we are losing
money on every
paper we sell. If
you increase our
circulation fifty
per cent., you in-
crease our losses
fifty per cent.,
not to mention
the $5,000 you
ask for to effect
the additional
loss. That's all I
have to say," he
concluded, rising
from the Council
table; " and you
may look over the
books at any time
to verify it."
The Council,
with Dampened
Ardor, dissolved,
and the Managing
Editor returned to
his chair, where
he became sub-
in e r g e d in
Thought, as else-
where noted. And
the Condition con-
fronting him was
This: If be did
not Earn his Sal-
ary by supplying
readers with the Stuff which would Increase the Circu-
lation, he would lose his job; and if he Increased the
Circulation the Paper would Lose the Money out of
which his Salary was paid, thus letting him in Bad.
Now how was he to Escape the Business Manager's
Hook?
Infant Philosophy.
THERE was a young boy known as Bill,
Who ate till he made himself ill.
When his mother said " Why?"
He replied with a sigh,
" It's dreadful how quickly I fill!"
Promptness.
By F. P. PITZER.
THE Foozelem Insurance Company is noted for its
promptness in settling claims. The last pulse-
beat of an insurant is hardly sounded when the
first hoof-beat heard on the threshold belongs to our
agent coming to pay the claim.
This is on the dead level.
Die and see for yourself.
We give below a few testimonials.
We have millions more just like them. Come to the
PUZZLED.
"Don' yo' reco'nize me, Uncle Eph ?"
"Well, yo' face looks fawmilyah, but yo'
recollecshun. "
July 1st, 1909.
Gen tl emen--
My husband was
insured in your
company for $5,-
000. Last week
he drowned him-
self. When they
pulled him out of
the water a Fooze-
lem check for $5,-
000 was found in
his back pocket
in settlement of
the claim. Thanks.
July 13th, 1909.
Gen 1 1 emen — •
My better half
was blown up in
a mine. .His beau-
tiful architectural
anatomy was scat-
tered over five or
six counties. His
feet blew into the
tenth story of a
skyscraper and
kicked out the of-
fice-boy. One of
his hands was
found twelve
miles away tight-
1 y clutching a
Foozelem check
for $1,000, in set-
tlement of a poli-
cy for that amount
which he had in
your company. It
is believed that
the check was giv-
en to the hand while it was being blown past the Fooze-
lem Company's window of its down-town office.
June 23d, 1909.
Gentlemen — My hubby, who owns a Foozelem policy,
was continually worrying about his gray hair. So he
dyed. Your death-claims department immediately sent
me a check for the amount of his policy. My husband
wishes me to thank you.
Avoiding Temptation.
Tommy — " Ma, I met the minister on my way to
Sunday school, and he asked me if I ever went fishing
on Sunday."
Matet — " And what did you say, darling?"
Tommy — " I said, ' Get thee behind me, Satan,' and
ran right aw • "romhim."
Couldn't Afford To Throw It Away.
Uncle Ebb (feebly)—" Well, Hanna, I reckon you had
better call de chil'un aroun' me, 'cause I believes I's
gwine die."
Aunt Hanna — " No, you ain't. You ain't gwine do
no such a thing till you takes dis here medicine what I
done gone and paid a dollar and a half for."
office
them.
and count
feet dun grow out uv mah
Giving the Sheath Skirt a Cold Shoulder
By BETH THORNDYKE LORING
TWO BATHING-SUITS flapped on the line trying
to get dry.
Suddenly one laid a wet arm on the other's
shoulder.
"Look!" she cried excitedly; "did you know who
was next to us?"
The other Bathing-suit looked and shivered.
"That Sheath creature," she said contemptuously.
" Are you going to bow?"
" Never!" returned the other firmly. " We will side-
step her. She is too fly away for me."
" I'm afraid, though, she will soon be in the swim,"
returned the second.
" Well, I for one will throw cold water upon her
social schemes. She is too fresh for me."
" You are quite right. She can't travel on the same
wavewithus. She is looking. Let's blow the other way."
" Poor thing! I am afraid she heard us. She looks
all cut up."
" Oh, that's her main card. Did you notice how
those swells took her up this morning?"
" They will soon break her if she tries to float with
them. Watch how she flirts with the breeze. Isn't she
bold?"
" Yes; she goes entirely too far."
" Oh, I know she heard us that time; she looked as if
she. would like to rip us open."
" Who cares what a double-faced person like herself
thinks? In the water this morning she looked blue with
the cold from the frappe stares she received on both
sides."
" She has too much side."
" Yes; she is such bad form, and so open about it.
She doesn't seem to care. She is looking again. Quick!
Blow the other way."
The Sheath Skirt, however, only tossed herself airily
in the breeze and nearly split her sides laughing at them.
Mrs. Green — " You have never taken me to the ceme-
tery."
Mr. Green — " No, my dear. I still have that pleasure
in anticipation."
BADLY PUT.
" No, my friend • I will not be still. Your poor horse, alas ! cannot speak, like Balaam's ass ; but I would have you
know, air, that I can!'
The Transformation
By DONALD A. KAHN
A KNOCK at the door.
The magazine editor stopped shoving rejection
slips into the self-addressed stamped envelopes,
took the stogie from his mouth, spit into the
waste-basket, and yelled, "Come in!"
The door opened with determination, and an indi-
vidual walked in who looked as if he were a prosperous
business man. At this sight the editor arose, politely
placed a chair for his distinguished-looking visitor, and
assumed the genial air which he used with advertisers
in his magazine.
" What can I do for you, sir?" he asked.
" I have called," began the prosperous-looking gen-
tleman, " I have called to see you in regard to a small
matter which I believe will result to our mutual ad-
vantage. I am not encroaching upon your time?"
" Certainly not!" responded the editor.
" You have a nice little magazine, and from the ad-
vertising pages "
" Yes; our circulation, in round numbers, is 294,587,-
634,657," interrupted the editor.
" As I was saying, from the advertising pages to the
front cover, it is as good a literary article as is on the
news-stands to-day."
" Thank you, sir," said the editor, in an axle-grease
voice.
" From the appearance of your periodical, I should
judge that you are very liberal in your attitude toward
your subscribers and your contributors."
" Yes, sir," said the editor. But there was a slight
hitch in his voice.
" Now here I have a very clever little thing called
The Beauties of Spring. " ' He took a roll of manuscript
from an inside pocket.
The magazine editor
was so badly shocked that
he knocked off the pot of
paste and upset the waste-
basket.
" You're not a poet?"
he gasped incredulously.
"Yes," answered the
prosperous-looking i n d i -
vidual simply.
"But your clothes!"
dhrieked the editor. "They
are in style, they fit; your
collar and shirt are the
latest design; your tie is
not one of those flowing
Lord Byron bows!"
"I know it," replied
the poet quietly. " You
see, I've been reading your
department called, ' The
Correctly Dressed Man. ' It
was there that I learned."
AN AERIAL FRANKFURTER.
" Oh, ma ! look at the dog-angel."
The editor was mystified. "But the quality! "Sim
are dressed in the very best — that takes money!"
" I know," said the poet. " I've made money; I've
been reading your page on 'Safe Investments.' "
" But your air of confidence, your poise, your way of
introducing yourself and your business! You don't act
like a poet."
" Time was when I was bashful, and I used to sneak
into an editorial office as if I had stolen something,"
responded the poet quietly; "but your column on the
' Development of the Personality ' helped me."
" Well, don't that beat Ed Bock !" said the astonished
editor, reaching for his check-book, and taking his
fountain-pen off his ear. " Here, I'll take your stuff.
I never had any idea any one ever read those depart-
ments."
Emotional Insanity.
A GAY young Parisian, de Laine,
Long courted an heiress in vain.
When he said, " Now or niver!"
She answered, " Au river!"
So he promptly, of course, went in Seine.
Unprofitable.
Kind old lady — "Why, my dear little boy, what is
the use of crying like that?"
Little boy — " 'Tain't no use. I've been cryin' like
this all mornin' an' nobody ain't give me a penny yit."
Small Difference Then.
Friend — "But, man, you must fight! You'll be
branded as a coward. Your honor is at stake."
Challenged — " I'll not fight. What's a man's honor
when his wife's a widow?"
A Little Home Talk.
««*ATILLIE?" '
»* "Yes'm."
" Have you been in
swimming?"
" No'm."
" How did your shirt
get so wet?"
" I perspirated on it —
honest, I did."
"What?"
" Yes'm. That's what
done it. I run so fast to
get away from where I
would be tempted to dis-
obey you that I got all wet
with sweat."
"Willie?"
"Yes'm."
"Come here."
"Yes'm."
ONE FOR THE MINISTER.
AN OLD minister in the south side of Glasgow, who
" * was noted for his habit of dishing up old sermors
again and again, was one day advertised to preach in a
suburban church at the anniversary service there. An
old worn in who in days gone by had sat under his min-
istry, but who had now removed from his neighborhood,
determined to go in and hear him preach on this particu-
lar occasion. After the close of the service she waited
on the clergyman, who greeted her cordially and asked
what she thought of his discourse.
" Eh, man," she replied candidly, " it's a lang time
sin' I first heard ye preach that yin, sir, and I've heard
ye at it a guid wheen o' times sin' syne."
"Aye, Janet, " said the minister. " How often do
ye think ye've heard it, na?"
" Oh, aboot a dizzen o' times, sir," she replied.
" An' div ye mind it a'?" said the minister.
" Aweel, maybe no' it a', sir."
" Weel, I see I'll need to preach it to ye again,
Janet," said the minister; and Janet felt that she had
been sold for once.
WISE.
IE TRAVELER met an old colored man tug-
ging away at the bridle of a balky mule.
" What's the matter with him,
uncle?" asked the traveler.
"Jess full of pure cussedness, Ah
specs, sah. He'll stay right in dat same
position foh two or three houahs, sah."
"That so? Well, why don't you
build a fire under him?"
"What? A fire under dat mule?
Lands, mister, if Ah was to build a fire
under dat mule, he'd stay here all day
en wahm hisself. "
STRATEGY.
/iN IRON hoop bounced through the
area railings of a suburban wom-
an's house recently and played havoc
with the kitchen window. The woman
waited, anger in her eye, for the ap-
pearance of the hoop's owner. Pres-
ently he came.
"Please, I've broken your winder,"
he said, "and here's my father to fix
it."
And, sure enough, he was followed
by a stolid-looking workman, who at
once started to work, while the small
boy took his hoop and ran off.
"That'll be a dollar, ma'am," an-
nounced the glazier when the window
was whole once more.
"A dollar!" gasped / the woman.
"But your little boy broke it! The
little fellow with the hoop, you know.
You're his father, aren't you?"
The stolid man shook his head.
" Don't know him from Adam," he said. " He came
around to my place and told me his mother wanted her
winder fixed. You're his mother, aren't you?"
And the woman shook her head also.
PLAIN ENGLISH.
BY THE extraordinary contortions of her neck, ne
concluded that she was trying to get a glimpse of
the back of her new blouse ; by the tense lines and
scintillating flesh about her lips, he concluded that her
mouth was full of pins.
" Umph — goof— suff— wuff — sh— ffs — pog— uff ?" she
asked.
"Quite so, my dear," he agreed; "it looks very
nice."
" Ouff— wun— so— gs— phu— muf— ugh— ight?" was
her next remark.
" Perhaps it would look better if you did that," he
nodded; "but it fits very nicely as it is."
She gasped and emptied the pins into her hands.
" I've asked you twice to raise the blinds so that I
could get more light, James," she exploded. "Can't
you understand plain English?"
A LEADING QUESTION.
!! J™1?'8 town a S°od Place for a fellow to come to who is a bit run down ?"
Whiskey er automobiles ?"
The Making' of a Magazine
By RALPH BERGENGREN
A YOUNG man with a magazine under his arm pene-
trated into a busy man's office. The busy man
looked up from his work, and with a deft move-
ment the young man spread open the advertising section
of the magazine.
" Just a moment," said the young man. " Advertis-
ing section of Promiscus's Magazine — you know Promis-
cus's Magazine. Syndicate of big advertisers bought
space. Magazine guarantees 300,000"
" I'm not an advertising "-
" No. Certainly not. Guarantees 300,000 circula-
tion. Has 200,000. Needs 100,000 more. Needs 'em
immediately. Makes following generous offer to busi-
ness men. Free subscription for one year to first 100,-
000 subscribers. All you do is sign "
"I never"
" No. Certainly not. All you do is sign application.
No charge. Simply write name on slip of paper. Mere
formality. Subscription an item. In addition "
"But"—
" Certainly. In addition free edition of Ralph Waldo
DEAD QUITE A WHILE.
Ga>after — " It smokes like a 1902 model, doesn't it?'
Coach,nan— " It smells like an 1892."
Emerson. These few pages mere sample. Splendid
paper, type, illustrations. Remarkable chance to in-
crease library without expense. Classic work. Maybe
you wonder "
"I do."
" Naturally. Edition printed by subscription.
Limited. One thousand copies. Mistake in office.
Two thousand printed. Extra thousand can't be sold.
Unfair to original subscriber. Decide to give 'em
away. Increase circulation. Advance interests of lit-
erature. Splendid oppor " — • —
" I already have a set of Emerson."
" No. Certainly. Easily remedied. Substitute set
of Sir Conan Doyle. Wrote Sherlock Holmes stories.
Classic."
" I'm afraid I don't "-
" In addition this dictionary. Small, convenient dic-
tionary. Ornament to table. Useful to whole family.
Given to first two hundred "•
" Anything else?"
" First two hundred subscribers. No expense. Three
cents "
"Three cents?" "
"Nominal. Not intended. Mistake in office. Every-
thing arranged to extend exceptional opportunity. But
forgot stenographers. Large office force necessary.
Work night and day. Three cents "
" Why three cents?"
" Nominal charge for office expenses. Foolish to
send bills for three cents — three cents a day, you under-
stand. Very small sum. Send card once a week with
place to insert quarter."
" Oh ! Twenty-five cents. "
" Insert quarter. Send cards for fourteen weeks.
All paid. Everything yours without charge. Sub-
scription to Promiscus's. Set of Emerson or Conan
Doyle. Ornamental dictionary. Now you see "•
The business man looked sternly at his visitor.
" I don't see," he said in an unmistakable voice.
" No. Certainly," said the young man. " Remark-
able offer." And he disappeared rapidly toward the
next office.
Maid of Athens.
MAID of Athens, ere we part,
Never mind about my heart.
Give, oh, give me back the ring
And each fair, expensive thing
That I sent you, and each note
Which in those dead days I wrote —
They are what the jury says
Indicate the damages !
Mystified.
Mr. 'founghusband — " Don't you understand how tfl
uo it, darling?"
Mrs. Younghusband — "Yes, 1 understand, all right;
but it says, ' first clean your chicken,' and I don't know
whether to use toilet or scouring soap."
The Parting.
THE END OF SUMMER.
By EDWIN L. SABIN.
DEAR old crash suit, good-by,
good-by !
There blows a hostile breeze.
I say it with a welling eye
And with an ailing sneeze.
Tho' close as you have clung to me
So close I'd cling to you,
A cold, cold world demands that we
Do bid a quick adieu.
"Pis true you've chosen times to
shrink
Your duty, and expose
Some inside facts — the least, I
think,
My wristbands and my hose;
But then you might, I'm free to
say,
Have had a meaner fit,
And in a most ill-natured way
More seriously have split.
We've moved together 'mid the
throng ;
We've shared in love and sport;
Old suit, although I've known you
long,
Now all too short, too short !
But when the frost its course has
run,
And warmth returns, we'll see
If you won't suit my little son
As once you suited me.
Fido Broke a Tooth.
A YOUTH slunk into the dentist's
office with a pained expres-
sion on his face. His hat was gone
and his smart attire showed evi-
dence of a struggle.
The dentist stepped forward
with a professional air. " What can I do for you?"
The youth glanced apprehensively at the door. " I —
I wish to have a tooth removed."
" Very well, please be seated."
Shuffling over to the chair, the youth crawled into it
on his hands and knees. The dentist looked on in
amazement.
" Great heavens !" he cried, " what's the matter with
you? Are you crazy?"
" Well, you see, I went to call on Miss Neverhome,
and — and "
" And what?"
"Fido bit me."
Another Variety.
«« /"*AN HE talk readily on his feet?" asks the chair-
^^ man of the meeting of the delegate who wants
him to ask a committeeman to deliver an impromptu
address.
" I never knew him to" do that," answers the dele-
gate; " but I'll tell you what I did see him do once. I
saw him address a bunch of deaf-mute voters, and he
gave them a rattling good talk on his hands."
COMFORTING.
Nervous man— "Now you're quite certain, old man, that you understand all about
sailing a boat ?"
Friend— "Yes, to be sure, dear boy ! Had a full correspondence course in it out
in Stanton, Pa "
Without Honor in His Own Country.
<{ T\O YOU know," said the famous man with a rem-
•^ iniscent chuckle, " that it used to be the height
of my ambition to get my name in the county paper so
old Tommy Jones would see it. But, alas!" — and the
great man sighed — " now that I suppose old Tommy has
the fence rail I used to whittle, in the parlor as a relic,
I do not care at all for his praise."
" Do you know," said old Tommy Jones in a philo-
sophical mood, as he leaned on his plow handles talking
to Bill Dodd, " that I used to think them fellers we read
about in the papers was great men. But they ain't.
There's that Billings boy that used to hoe corn for me.
Now he's gittin* his name in the paper as often as any
of 'em. And shucks! He ain't nothin' but a common,
ordinary runt."
Evading the Issue.
Mrs. Lushington — " And there you were, at three
o'clock in the morning, hugging that cigar-store Indian."
Mr. Lushington — " Surely, my dear, you are not
jealous?"
A Problem Tale
By WILLIAM J. LAMPTON
it ¥P YOU love me, Noah."
Jl It was Susan Spynster, speaking in a gently
pleading tone to N. Webster Wilkinson, an im-
passive person and erudite professor of orthography,
etymology, syntax, and prosody, to whom she had
plighted her troth; and her plight was not the happiest,
owing to the professor's unstudied neglect of her for
those philological branches which he did study.
He looked up from the book in which he was pro-
foundly absorbed at the moment, and a perceptible
frown of protest against this unsolicited disturbance
flitted across his pale and corrugated brow.
" I beg your pardon," he said, gazing inquiringly at
her over his huge horn reading spectacles.
" If you love me, Noah," she repeated slowly, in the
same appealing tone.
He did not respond to this, but settled back in his
chair, wrapped in the thought generated by her words.
He was analyzing the phrase which she had used in ex-
pressing herself.
" If you love me — if you love me," he repeated men-
tally, as if to get a firmer grasp upon it. " Um let me
see ! If the emphasis is on the first word, her remark
becomes, ' If you love me,' implying doubt of my affec-
tion. But there can be no doubt that I love her. There-
fore that is not the interpretation. Again, if the em-
phasis be on the second word, her remark becomes, ' If
you love me,' and I am confronted by the possibility
that there may be some other also who loves her. Is
Coach-dog — "Gee ! I never thought the business would ever come to this.'
she false to me? Has my beloved Susan permitted a
rival to come between us? Never! Impossible! Ridic-
ulous! Again, if the emphasis be on the third word,
her remark becomes, ' If you love me,' and she implies
by that that my feeling for her is something other than
love. Is it thinkable that she can question the senti-
ment I cherish for her? No, no; and I shall not think
it. But there must be some meaning. Let me finish
the analysis. If the emphasis be on the final word, her
remark becomes, ' If you love me,' which is a direct im-
plication that I, her promised husband, may love an-
other. Perish the thought! Susin is the one woman
in the world for me, as she has been already reliably in-
formed— and yet this possible doubt of my sincerity —
nay, my honesty! Shall I — but, no! I must not judge
hastily. I must know definitely ere I act."
The train of thought stopping at that point, the pro-
fessor got off and addressed himself to Miss Spynster.
" I beg your pardon, Susan," he said, with consider-
able effort to be calm; " will you be kind enough to re-
peat your remark?"
" If you love me, Noah," she responded, with child-
like obedience, the professor listening with the most
alert attention.
Every word received an equal share of emphasis.
The professor was wholly unable to detect the slightest
shade of difference in the evenly balanced articulation.
He rested his massive brow upon the index finger of his
right hand for some time.
"I wonder what she
means," he muttered to
himself, and once more be-
came absorbed in the vol-
ume before him.
Susan, suppressed, sat
silent, sorrowful, super-
fluous.
A Hired Man.
Hewitt — " I am terribly
sorry for you, old boy. I
hear that a man ran away
with your wife the other
day."
Jewett — " I am glad you
spoke of it. It makes me
think that I've got to send
him a check."
Sure Weather
Prophets.
Seaver — "I wish those
city folks would hurry up
and have another picnic."
Weaver — "By heck! if
they don't the country'!! all
dry up. We need rain."
"PRIDE GOETH."
1. Foxy Frank — "There'll be three cases of hysterics when
Eastern girls always gits 'em.''
The Handicap.
By WILLIAM II HAMBY.
« AH, PROFESSOR, I am completely discouraged,
all out of heart." And the youth with the high
forehead slumped down on a hard-bottomed chair and
stared moodily out of the window.
" Discouraged? out of heart?" echoed the professor,
looking up with an incredulous, indignant frown on his
thin face. " Why, my dear sir, are you not aware that
' slow and steady wins the race '?"
" I am," answered the young man sadly.
" Do you not know that all, practically all, great men
were plodders — men who had to fight their way inch by
inch? Do you not know that the notable successes in
life have been made by those who were naturally dull?"
"I do."
" It is the brilliant ones that fail — the ones to whom
learning comes easily. Where are the valedictorians of
other days? Statistics prove
that those who were expected
to make their dollar mark on
the earth never even made a
cent."
"I have heard that, " said
the young man gloomily.
" Then why be discouraged,
why be downhearted? Why
not persevere as did Demos-
the"—
" Simply, professor," broke
in the young man, " because I
am one of the bright ones."
The professor's jaw drop-
ped, and -he stared at the young
man over his glasses. Then a
sad smile of fellowship broke
over his face and he came for-
ward and offered his hand.
" 1, too, was one of the bright
ones," he said, with a sigh.
'"That is why I have never
been president of this univer-
sity."
Had Made a Name
for Himself.
A WELL - KNOWN public
man, who was spending
the winter in Washington, had
for his next-door neighbors a
family with an aged negro in
their employ who might have
passed for the original of
Uncle Remus, in so far as his
personal appearance was con-
cerned. The old man appeared
bright and early every morning
and swept off the walk, took
care of the ashes, and, in short,
was general chore manager of
the premises.
The newcomer, seeing the old fellow at work one
morning, accosted him in genial fashion, and received
the usual gracious response.
" What is your name?" he asked the darky.
" George Washin'ton, suh," said the negro.
"George Washington, eh? George Washington —
seems very familiar. Seems to me I've heard that name
before."
" Well, I guess maybe you all ought to have heerd it
before," said George. "I been workin' around here
most twenty-five yeahs. "
An Hour or So Longer.
General manager — "The residents of Lonely vllle
have petitioned us to reduce the train service at that
point. Rather odd."
Superintendent — "Not at all. They simply wish to
keep their servants longer."
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An Everlasting Contention
The Strange Case of Katy-did vs. Katy-didn't
By JOHN KENDRICK BANGS
I WISH some sage or philosophic Cid,
With knowledge of the facts, or some invention,
Would tell us what it was that Katy did
That causes all this eventide contention.
It must have been some very awful thing,
Some sorry deed of wickedness immortal,
The way the dame's posterity doth sing
About it every eve around my portal.
At set of sun th' affirmatives begin,
Yet bring no evidence to help the trial.
Then t'other side for the defense puts in
A never-ending chorus of denial.
And so it goes. They keep it up all night,
All thoughts of rest or hope of verdict scorning,
With ne'er an end of any kind in sight
When routed from the forum by the morning.-
It seems to be a foolish sort of row.
'Tis sad to see so many thousands nettled,
When if we knew the charge, perhaps, somehow,
It might be compromised or wholly settled.
At any rate, I'm full of charity,
And all the howling crowd can count upon it,
Until the charge and proof are brought to me,
I'll not believe that Katy really done it.
NATURE-FAKERS.
Ethel — " Do you think the face makes the woman ?''
Carolyn — "Sometimes, when the woman makes the face."
"DON'T MAKE SO \H
MUCH NOISE"
DONT
PUT
YOUR
FEET
OH THE
FURNI-
TURE"
ONT
PLAY
HOOKDf
FRO'H
SCHOOL'
1. When I was just a little boy,
As active as a cat,
The word that always blocked my joy
Was, "DON'T do that!"
Old Sleuth Up to Date
By GORTON CARRUTH
1JIGHT at the mouth of the tunnel our hero lay,
*^ tightly bound across the track. A few yards up
the hillside wa? his sweetheart, lashed to a tree. Near
by stood the villain Tarbox, arms folded, a diabolical
grin on his face, as he invited the helpless girl to see
the destruction of her lover. What could save him?
Already there echoed from the tunnel the roar of the
express train as it thundered down the mountain slope
toward its victim.
" Keep up your courage, dear," said the doomed man
calmly. " Providence will yet provide an escape from
that scoundrel's toil**, never fear."
******
"Let's see," murmured the great author abstract-
edly, as he paused a moment in his dictation. " How's
she going to get him out of that fix? She can't rush
wildly into the tunnel and flag the train with a sulphur
match, because she's tied. She can't influence the vil-
lain, because his is a heart of stone. The engineer
couldn't hear her piercing shriek, because the train is
in a tunnel. Her faithfjl hound couldn't untie him.
She — Oh, I have it! Of course," and he resumed his
dictation.
******
Just as the headlight of the approaching train twin-
kled into view far up the subterranean passage, a sud-
den, fierce gust of wind blew down the mountain, struck
our heroine's hat, which had been leaning against a tree,
and trundled it across the open space into the cavernous
mouth of the tunnel. A moment later was heard a long,
harsh, grating screech, and the locomotive, its wheels
tangled and locked in the mammoth ruins <il the hat,
came to a standstill with its cow-catcher jnst touching
our hero's hair. Men descended from the cak) and re-
leased him and the girl, while the wretch Tarbox dashed
away into the night, shaking his clenched fists in bitter
anger at the sky.
"Thank God!" gasped our heroine wildly, as she
sank fainting into her lover's arms. "Thank God that
I wore my Merry Widow instead of the usual wild rose !"
An Encouraging Conversation.
« EJOW'S business?" I asked of the astronomical
faker on Broadway.
" Looking up," he answered.
" Where's the big cop who used to be here?" I con-
tinued.
" Taking arrest," replied the faker.
" What do you do in the daytime before the stars
come out?" I asked.
" Same as I do at night," he answered.
" What's that?" I queried.
" The public," he replied.
" Well, good-by," I said. " I was going to ask you
to have a glass of beer, but I see you're filled to the
brim with tea, and beer doesn't go well with"-
" Me? Full of tea?" he queried.
" Yes — repartee," said I.
And that is why we no longer speak as we pass by.
OTHING succeeds like success, unless some one
dies and leaves it to you.
N
Kinetic Potentialities.
By GRAHAM HAWLEY.
OH, IGNORANT people, who look at a baby
As though it was senseless and imbecile maybe,
Who smirk with your silly, superior air,
Who gaze, grin and giggle, or stupidly stare,
Has it ever occurred to you — dolts that you are —
That a child may surpass both its pa and its ma?
Why, it may be the tot that you look on with scorn
Will outrival the greatest diplomatist born,
invent some new marvel, produce a new plant,
Or philosophize even more deeply than Kant.
You idiots utter! Who knows but it may
Grow in power or wealth and command you some day.
Perchance it's a Goethe, a Wagner, a Titian,
A Caesar, a Taft (in a pocket edition),
A Louis Sixteenth, Dumas, Vergil, or Shelley,
A Homer, a Bryan, a Marie Corelli,
A Morgan, a Raphael, a Henry Navarre,
An Elizabeth, Newton or Theodore R.
Then worship the baby— ay, fall down before him —
Revere him, respect him, and mutely adore him.
Who knows to what heights he may some time aspire?
Pope, president, admiral — ay, and still higher.
He might even become, were the fates not adverse,
Like the gifted young scribe of this masterful verse!
Cutting Off Supplies.
Neighbor — " I want to ask if you'd mind not using
that worm exterminator you've bought for your garden."
Suburbanite — " And why not, pray?"
Neighbor—" Well, you see, I'm planning to keep
chickens."
He Came Home.
He — " My dear, if I'm not home at ten, don't wait for
me."
She— "No; I'll go for you."
Rules for a Man Who Is Contemplating
Matrimony.
FACTS TO ASCERTAIN WHEN MEETING AN AT-
TRACTIVE YOUNG WOMAN WITH WHOM
YOU MAY FALL IN LOVE.
¥ EARN whether she is selfish. You can tell this in
*•* three ways — by the manner in which she listens to
what you say, by the way she accepts what you do for
her, and by the difference between the way she treats
you and the way she treats others.
Is she fickle? If she talks about light things she
isn't. Deep, she is.
Is she extravagant? Study the way in which she
protests against your spending money on her and always
arranges matters so that you can't help but do it.
Is she a bad housekeeper? Watch the way she
dresses. If she is spic and span she isn't. If she isn't
then she is.
THE SOLUTION.
When you have satisfied your mind that she is all of
these things marry her at once, if you can get her, for
the following reasons:
First, because if she really loves you she will change.
Second, because if you love her it will be so much
more interesting.
Third, because you are probably mistaken about her,
anyway.
A Great Care.
Celia — " Her hair turned perfectly white in one
night from trouble."
Delia — "Really? What was the nature of the trou-
ble?"
Celia— "Chemical."
DO I I DO
THAT! I USE
. COMMON
DO
HUiTLE"
2. But by the time I've got it pat
My childhood days are through,
And now the word I'm staring at
Is Do ! Do 1 Do !
QUOTATION FROM SHAKESPEARE.
" Farewell ! Thou art too dear for my possession.'
The Sentimental Song as It Ought To Be
By JAMES P. ROME
ONCE again we are surrounded by the sentimental
love song. It is a very pleasing article — some-
times. But it hasn't got the quarter of a grain
of truth in it — no, nor even the tenth of a grain of
truth. This is the way it goes: In the first stanza a
big, handsome hero journeys to the country, meets a
pretty little milkmaid, and falls in love with her.
Then in the chorus he departs, promising to return when
the cucumber is a pickle, or at some other such happy
time. Along about the second stanza he comes back,
only to find that the little milkmaid (instead of the cow,
perhaps) has kicked the bucket. He visits her grave,
sheds a tear, and — that is all! Very, very pretty, no
doubt; but, as we said before, it's not true. In order
to tear away the veil of romance and display the true
facts in the case, we have prepared a genuine country
ballad — as it ought to be. It was prepared very care-
fully. It is called, " When the Wind Sighs through the
Whiskers of the Corns." Music by the Mowing
Machine; words from the Dictionary. This is it:
Beneath a weeping-willow tree
There stood a city lad ;
His head and hands were all bound up,
His face was pale and sad.
For he had come to the country three days ago to get a
breath of the sweet, violet-laden air, which he was
told would be floating all over the place in the
greatest of plenty.
But instead of that he found the air full of grass seed,
and contracted hay fever; and then he fell from the
farmhouse roof and landed in a hive of bees, which
stung him badly and chased him into the horns of a
near-by cow.
And now, after the village doctor had eased his blistered
face and broken arms, he stood under the willow tree,
waiting for the outgoing train which left at ten-
eighteen or twenty.
And by his side stood the little country girl whom he
had come so many weary miles to see, and who softly
cried as he put the tips of his swollen fingers on her
shoulders and made this heart-rending and intensely
solemn vow:
When they change the architecture of the country ;
When they use a brand of cows that have no horns ;
When the bees have lost their art,
I'll return to you, sweetheart,
When the wind sighs through the whiskers of the corns.
Cornered.
Pa — " Edith, how often do you practice on the piano
when I'm away?"
Edith—" Every day, pa."
Pa — " How long did you practice yesterday?"
Edith—" Four hours."
Pa—" And to-day?"
Edith—" About the same."
Pa — " Well, I'm glad to hear you're so regular.
The next time you practice, however, be sure to unlock
the piano. I locked it last week, and I've been carrying
the key in my pocket ever since. Here it is!"
Summer boardet — " You wrote me that mosquitoes
were nowhere in this neighborhood."
Fanner — " I reck'n there's some mistake, pardner.
I must o' writ that mosquitoes were now here in th«
neighborhood."
The Temagami Brand
By ELLIOTT FLOWER
UST why a man who has a tempo-
rary interest in a private car, plen-
tifully stocked with everything that
the most exacting thirst could
crave, should want to buy squirrel
whiskey ia difficult to understand,
but Corey did it. He explained
afterward that he merely wished to
sample the Temagami brand. He
did not have to explain that he
found it strong. Several Indian
guides, to whom he had played fairy godfather by
dispensing prohibited fire water, showed their grati-
tude by enthusiastically boosting him on the wrong
train, and shortly thereafter the complications began.
The party had just come out of the woods, after a
week of fishing. They had brushed up a little at the inn,
where they had spent the previous night, but the
starched shirt and the high collar awaited them at the
car. With almost feverish haste they attired them-
selves in the best they had with them, disposed of the
highballs the porter thoughtfully provided, and sauntered
out to reduce the visible supply of mocassins, baskets,
and other samples of Indian handiwork.
Corey, however, had other ambitions. The highball
that the porter provided was the highball of civilization,
and Corey was of the opinion that the trip would not be
a complete success unless he sampled the drink of the
Temagami Forest Reserve, which, being contraband, is
of the nature of a high explosive. He was encouraged
in this laudable purpose by the thirsty look of one of the
guides. The Indian, having just been paid for his serv-
ices, probably had more money than Corey, but he was
not averse to letting the white man buy as much as he
would — in fact, being of an accommodating disposition,
he no sooner discovered what was desired than he went
to the trouble of showing just where it could be pur-
chased. Then he further showed his obliging nature by
providing excuses for additional libations.
" My brother," he grunted, " him thirsty."
" Bring him in," said Corey generously.
So there was another drink, after which the guide
remembered that he had a thirsty cousin. Corey de-
clared later that this guide was related to every Indian
within a mile of Temagami station. Anyhow, he pro-
duced an amazing number of relations, one at a time,
and the festivities continued until a locomotive whistled,
which reminded Corey that the private car was to be
picked up by the three-twenty train south. Having lost
track of time in the excitement of the proceedings, he
now led the friendly red men in a rapid advance on the
depot, and was there assisted to the rear platform of the
twelve-ten train north, where he stood and blew kisses
to the dark-brown bunch until a curve shut them from
view.
Meanwhile, the other members of the party had re-
duced their cash surplus by the purchase of souvenirs
for the friends at home, and now returned to the car for
QUOITS A LA SOLITAIRE.
An elf in ruff and fuzzy cloak sat deep within the brake,
A-blowmg rings of woolly smoke upon a wooden stake.
luncheon. Small, otherwise known as High Henry be-
cause his name was such a libel on his perpendicular
proportions, was the first to note the absence of Corey.
" Has anybody seen him?" he asked.
Douglas, whose good fortune in holding four of a
kind on a certain notable occasion in camp had given
him the name of the Timber Wolf, recalled having seen
him in earnest and almost affectionate conversation with
an Indian an hour or so before.
"Squirrel whiskey," announced Cy Moose, and the
fact that this man had acquired his temporary name by
telling a most extraordinary tale of the friendly rela-
tions he had established with a certain moose gave great
weight to his views on everything in the Temagami dis-
trict. It was decided, therefore, that squirrel whiskey
must be the explanation. " In its ability to elevate a
man quickly," added Cy Moose, " it can give points to
a balloon."
"I infer," commented Kisman, "that you speak
from experience."
This was held to be irrelevant, and Nick Carter was
ordered to make such an investigation as only a de-
tective of that inspiring name could make. He reported
Curly locks, curly locks,
Wilt thou be mine ?
Yes ; this is bargain day-
WHEN CAT MEETS CAT.
Mrs. Diggs — " I hear you have been talking about me."
Mrs. Cutting — " Madam, you flatter yourself."
promptly that a twelve-foot trail was none too wide for
the Indians he saw, and that they all declared the white
man had caught his train.
" The twelve-ten train north!" exclaimed Carton, the
pilot of the party. " We must head him off."
At this point the Pilot took entire charge, ignoring
the brilliant suggestion that the whole party start in
pursuit on a handcar, and arrangements were made to
get a telegram to the conductor at Rib Lake, the first
stop. The message was prepared with great care, of
course. It was necessary that the conductor should be
able to identify the wanderer, and High Henry was sure
he could write a message that would make identification
easy; but Cy Moose argued that it would be a breach of
etiquette to say anything about the squirrel whiskey.
The Pilot was of the same opinion, and the telegram he
wrote merely stated that the erring one had taken the
Cobalt train by mistake, and asked the conductor to
ship him back when they passed the down train at
Latchford. It was a masterly effort to avoid distress-
ing detail. But the conductor was a man of worldly
wisdom, and he understood. From Rib Lake he sent
this reply:
" Twelve men in that condition on train. Will try
to pick out yours between here and Latchford."
There was nothing very reassuring in this, but the
porter thoughtfully provided that which enabled the
party to await the outcome with reasonable patience.
"He'll come back on the train that picks us up,"
remarked the Pilot.
"That," said the Timber Wolf, " simplifies matters
greatly. He won't have to get off the train."
" Ifhe comes back," added Kisman solemnly. "I
think he wants to be left, and I don't blame him. There
were too many of us in camp to get the most artistic
results."
" What do you mean?" asked the Pilot.
" Why, it's the man who fishes alone who catches the
biggest fish-story," explained Kisman. " A fellow is
handicapped when there are people on hand to demand
proof. If he could lay over here another twenty-four
hours he'd have us all beaten."
Some of those who had made exceptional records
with the rod and reel, not counting " the big ones that
got away," began to look worried, but the Pilot came
to the rescue. " That conductor will get him," he de-
clared. " No need to worry ; he'll be down on the three-
twenty."
And justification of his faith in
the conductor soon came in the
shape of the following telegram
from Latchford :
"Shipped your man back on
No. 3."
All breathed easier after the re-
ceipt of this message. They might
joke about Corey's mistake — they
would joke about anything — but
the possibility of having to leave
a member of the party behind had
been decidedly worrying. Now,
however, they could give their at-
tention to devising a suitable wel-
come for the stray. A man may
not do what Corey did and escape
the penalty. It was decided, there-
fore, that the whole party should
line up on the station platform and
give the Wah-sak-si-na-gama yell
when the train came in, after which
a guard of three should take
charge of the victim and make
ostentatious provision to prevent
another escape. Mr. Pickwick, so-
called because of his resemblance
to that famous character, tried to
persuade the others that this would
be unkind, but, failing, accepted
the situation in good part and
smiled with benign tolerance on
their enthusiastic preparations.
The guard boarded the train as
it pulled in and the others drew
up in line and gave the yell.
There was some regret that the In-
dian delegation was not on hand
to add to the enthusiasm, but they
really were not needed. The Wah-
sak-si-na-gama yell, ending with
something that probably resembled
the cry of a moose in great agony,
brought people on the run from all directions; indeed,
it did everything except bring Corey. Other passen-
gers rushed to the windows, but the beaming face of
the man who sampled the Temagami brand was sought
in vain. One of the Corey guards appeared for a mo-
ment, gesticulating frantically, and then the train
moved down to a switch with the evident purpose of
picking up the private car.
"It's all right," announced Mr. Pickwick, allowing
his genial and confident smile to circle the group;
"they're trying to signal us that they will keep him
aboard until our car is coupled on. It's very wise, I
think."
They hurried to the car, and the train presently
backed up to it. The three Corey guards were then
on the back platform having a warm argument with a
brakeman, while a stranger leaned wearily against
A NATURAL INQUIRY.
She — " The man I marry must be handsome, witty, cultivated, courteous, kindly 3
considerate, and, above all, of high moral character.'1
He — " In view of the fact that this is leap year, I find myself constrained to ask
you if I am to regard your words in the light of a proposal?"
*he railing. Old Pomposs (an abbreviation for Old
Pomposity) seemed to be carrying the brunt of the
argument.
"This," the waiting party heard Old Pomposs say,
" is a great mistake. I guess you don't know who we
are."
" No," retorted the brakeman, " and I don't give a
hoot. You telegraphed for a drunk, and here he is."
"I don't care to bandy words with you," said Old
Pomposs severely. " He's not one of our party."
"These are the men who sent for you," explained
the brakeman, now busy connecting the air-brakes.
" They want you on their car." The stranger turned to
the car with every evidence of approval, while Old
Pomposs turned to the brakeman with every evidence of
disapproval. " You can't refuse goods that you ordered
shipped — not on this road," the brakeman added de-
fensively. " You sent for him, and you got him."
"Looks good to me," commented the stranger.
"It's better'n a mere prospect at Cobalt. " He began
SUCH A GOOD BOY.
Willie — " Huh ! you always read about good little boys,
noise running down-stairs like other fellows."
Sister^-* Pooh ! That isn 't true. ' '
Willie — " It is so. I always slide down the banister.''
Anyway, 1 never make any
"Can't help that," declared the brakeman; "my
orders is to deliver him to you, and that settles it. I
don't see what you're kickin' about, anyhow. I'll bet
I'm givin' you a better drunk than the one you lost.
This one's a peach."
Just then the train bumped the waiting car, and the
stranger was jarred into a sudden interest in the pro-
ceedings.
" What's doin'?" he inquired, as he steadied him-
self by gripping the railing with both hands.
aiming himself for the private car. While his articula-
tion was fairly good, his legs were so unsteady that he
had to head himself in the right direction with great
care before abandoning his hold on the railing. Old
Pomposs, divining his intention, barred the way; there-
upon the stranger merrily prodded him in the most in-
flated spot. "That's all right, old cock!" he said, aa
Old Pomposs doubled up suddenly; " no harm done, only
don't bother me. " Then, his progress being unimpeded,
he entered the car and sank contentedly into a seat.
OTTO I.AM&;.
THE DOOR.
" All I need is an opening, sir."
" What's the matter with the one you just came through ?"
The rest of the party, heretofore watching from the
side lines, now hastily scrambled to the platform and
gave Old Pomposs first aid to the injured, after which
they advanced on the intruder in a body. The porter
was then arguing with him.
" This is a private car," said the porter.
" Sure !" returned the stranger. " What you got to
drink?"
INITIALS.
Some folks like initials on rings,
Ties, suit cases — even shoe-strings ;
But should your full name
Be Anton Saul Sayme,
You'd not care for initials on things.
"There's a private party aboard," explained the
porter.
"That's me!" said the stranger. "Bring me a
Scotch highball."
" You don't belong," argued the porter.
" Who says so?" demanded the stranger. " Wasn't
I put here by the road? Ain't this a Temiskaming and
Northern Ontario car, an' didn't"
"No, it ain't," interrupted the porter. "It's a
Grand Trunk car."
"No matter," said the stranger in an offhand way.
" I got some road's word for it that this is mine."
The Pilot signaled the porter to come away, and
there was a hasty consultation as to the best method of
procedure. High Henry thought Mr. Pickwick, who
combined dignity with urbanity, was the man to make
the stranger see the error of his ways; Cy Moose
thought the Pilot was the man for the job ; Kisman sug-
gested that it would be a simple matter for the Timber
Wolf to deal him a few hands at poker that would be
discouraging, and the matter was still unsettled when
the train pulled out. That brought the accommodating
Mr. Pickwick to the front, ever ready to sacrifice him-
self for the general welfare.
"Gentlemen," he said, "this unfortunate tangle
must be straightened out before we reach the next sta-
tion, so that we may get our unwelcome guest again
headed in the direction of Cobalt. As no one else cares
to make the necessary explanation, I will talk to him."
Saying this, Mr. Pickwick advanced fearlessly and
seated himself beside the stranger.
SHARP FOLK.
" What set do the Joneses go in ?"
"The carving set, I should say, judging by the way they knife each other.1'
"Where's that Scotch highball?" was the question
that greeted him.
"My friend," said Mr. Pickwick affably, ignoring
the query, " there has been a mistake " — — •
"That's all right," interrupted the stranger; "I
ain't kickin'. I only had a prospect at Cobalt, and I'd
trade it for a line of Scotch highballs from here to
Toronto, any day>. You got Scotch on the car, ain't you?"
"You don't understand," explained Mr. Pickwick.
" This is a private car, and we shall have to drop you at
the next stop."
" Not me ! " said the stranger.
" Yes, you," insisted Mr. Pickwick firmly.
" Not me!" repeated the stranger. " You can't drop
me."
" Why not?" asked Mr. Pickwick in surprise.
"I'm the package you ordered," was the confident
reply. " I didn't want to come."
" But it was a mistake," urged Mr. Pickwick.
" That ain't my fault, is it?" retorted the stranger.
" You don't deny you telegraphed for me, do you?"
" Not for you," insisted Mr. Pickwick.
" Well, I was delivered on your order," declared the
stranger, " an' you got to take the responsibility. Why,
look at it sensible: here was me, sleeping peaceful, an'
the conductor wakes me up. ' You're wanted back at
Temagami,' says he. 'Not me,' says I. 'You come
from there, didn't you?' says he. ' That was my last
stop,' says I. ' Well, there's a private-car party back
there that wants you,' says he. ' That's a nice dream,'
Bays I. 'They're telegraphin' for you,' says he, 'an'
you got to go.' I don't have any say about it at all ; he
turns me over to the brakeman on the down train, an'
I'm delivered to you. Now, you don't think I'm going
to be turned down like a bale of damaged goods, do you?
You sent for me, an' you got to look out for me.
Where's that porter?"
Mr. Pickwick returned thoughtfully to the party at
the table in the center of the car.
" Gentlemen," he reported, " I fear this stranger has
us at a disadvantage. He was ruthlessly torn from his
business and shipped back to us on our telegraphic
order. More [than that, as a result of our action he is
now being rapidly carried away from his business inter-
ests, and, as he truthfully points out, the fact that a re-
grettable error was made is no fault of his. While we
cannot be held to blame for the misguided zeal of the
conductor, I cannot help thinking that some moral re-
sponsibility attaches to us. What are we going to do
about it?"
This point of view was so reasonable, and the ques-
tion so troublesome, that deep gloom settled on the
whole party, and the silence was broken only when the
stranger discovered the bell-button and pressed it long
and earnestly in the hope of getting that delayed high-
ball. ThenRapid-Fire Palmer added to the gloom by mak-
ing some remarks that, when untangled, were found to
refer to the depressing fact that Corey was still missing.
" I'll telegraph from Redwater to every station be-
tween Temagami and Cobalt," announced the Pilot.
" We must locate him and see that he gets the next
train south."
"Without meeting any more Indians," added Cy
Moose.
"Meanwhile," suggested Mr. Pickwick, "what are
we going to do about our inebriated guest?"
FAIR ARGUMENT.
Fatherly clergyman (surprising young parishioner in curl-papers) — " Why don't you
leave your hair as it was meant to be, my child ? If Nature had wanted your hair to curl
she would have curled it for you."
Offended young lady—1' When I was a little girl she did, sir ; but I suppose she now
thinks I am quite old enough to do it for myself."
" Perhaps he might consent to leave ua for a con-
sideration," ventured Kisman. "We might ask his
terms."
There being no overwhelming desire for the stranger's
company to Toronto, it was decided to give this plan a
trial; and Mr. Pickwick, supported by his friends in this
desperate emergency, returned to the place where the
thirsty one was still industriously pressing the bell-
button.
"My friend," explained Mr. Pickwick, "while we
disclaim any direct responsibility, we realize that our
effort to reclaim an erring member of our party has put
you to considerable inconvenience, and we "
" What's the matter with the porter?" interrupted
the stranger.
" As you are not a member of the party "
" I ain't!" exclaimed the stranger. " Why ain't I?
Didn't you send for me?"
" Oh, he's got us !" groaned Cy Moose.
"Let us pass that," said Mr. Pickwick, with quiet
dignity. "We are now merely anxious -to see if we
cannot reach some amicable agreement that will restore
the status quo."
" What's that?" asked the stranger.
" The condition of affairs that existed before you
joined us," explained Mr. Pickwick.
" Oh, you want me to get out!"
" We fear your business will suffer during your
absence."
"Back to the mine for you!" put in High Henry,
who feared the diplomatic language of Mr. Pickwick
did not make the situation clear. " How much do you
want?"
The magic of these words brought a smile of com-
prehension to the face of the stranger. " You pulled
me away from my mine," he said.
" It was due to an unfortunate misunderstanding,"
Mr. Pickwick maintained; "but it ia unquestionably
A DRAWING ROOM.
true that we are the indirect cause of your present pre-
dicament, and we are ready to make suitable repara-
tion."
"All right, " agreed the stranger. "I'll trade the
mine for the car, and you go back at the next stop."
The Pilot gasped, and there were some indications of
heart failure by others of the party.
" This suits me," added the stranger. " This is the
real thing, and the mine's only a prospect. You may
win big, but you ain't sure of anything. How about it?"
Mr. Pickwick, still serene, explained courteously that
the members of the party, having business or pro-
fessional interests at home, were quite unable to make
any such sudden change of plan.
" Guess again!" High Henry put in. " You hit the
wrong combination that time."
" This looks pretty good to me," persisted the stran-
ger; " only the service is bum. I'll bet I've rung for
that highball fifty times." Having thus recalled him-
self to the particular business of the moment, he began
ringing again.
Old Pomposs here suggested that the stranger over-
looked the rather important fact that be was neither the
owner nor the lessee of the car; whereupon the stranger,
remembering his previous encounter with Old Pomposs,
made a jab at the middle button of the latter's vest
that induced a precipitate retreat.
" It ain't rny fault," the stranger argued, when his
victim had backed out of range. " I made a fair offer
for it. You got me here, and now it's up to you .to do
something besides worry me to death. I'll bet I wouldn't
treat you so mean if you was on my car."
"I think," said High Henry, "he's entitled to his
drink."
"Judging from appearances," objected Mr. Pick-
wick, " I think he's had it."
" All fixed!" cried the stranger, in sudden triumph.
" I got it now."
The members of the party, much relieved, gathered
closer, and he was urged to explain.
" You buy the mine," he said, " and I'll hire anoth-
er car— What's the matter?" For Mr. Pickwick,
"You don't seem to realize I'm delicate,
and this housework is simply using me up.
It will kill me."
IT ALL DEPENDS.
But to prepare and do all the cooking to entertain a lot of lady
friends about twice a week is mere pleasure.
LITTLE DANGER.
"Squire Jones had anuddah valuable hoss stole las' night."
" Fo' de Ian'! ef dat sort ob t'ing gwine ter keep up, hit's time I's gittin' a new lock on mah bahn do'."
discouraged and disgusted, was leading his friends aside
for another conference. " I got to sell the mine or I
can't afford a car. It looks to me like you fellows want
all the best of it."
This resentful criticism was ignored, and he was left
to his own devices while new plans were discussed. Cy
Moose was of the opinion that the whole affair had now
resolved itself into a job for High Henry, to which the
latter entered prompt and vigorous objection. " But at
that," he added, " I could not make a worse failure of it
than those who have already tried." Mr. Pickwick
thought he detected a slur in this, so, by way of revenge,
he came to the support of Cy Moose. "I should judge,"
said he, with calm dignity, " that there is a natural bond
of sympathy between High Henry and the inebriated
stranger that would make it easy for them to understand
each other and reach a satisfactory agreement, and
I move that our elongated companion be appointed a
committee of one to solve the problem tha't now con-
fronts us." Cy Moose and the Timber Wolf seconded
the motion, the Pilot put it, and High Henry was elected
before he had time to protest. •
The look that the committee gave the others was
disquieting, but he accepted the commission, declaring
that a man of the world might understand wayward
strangers without having anything in common with
them. Two minutes later he was in animated conversa-
tion with the unwelcome guest, and in less than five
minutes his voice was raised in a vociferous cry to the
porter to bring that long-sought highball and another
with it.
"This won't do!" protested Mr. Pickwick, much
worried. " We can't get rid of him that way."
" The committee is trying to get even with us," de-
clared Kisman. " I'll bet he sells him the car."
Several advanced, with a view to bringing High
Henry to a conception of his error ; but he waved them
away, and, at a nod from the Pilot, the highballs were
brought. Then two more were ordered. Cy Moose now
voiced the general protest, to which High Henry re-
sponded, " We're all right; let. us alone."
" But this is no joke," argued Cy Moose.
"You bet it isn't!" replied High Henry; and he
turned to the stranger with a facetious remark that
brought roars of laughter from that individual. They
were chums already, and, at the earnest solicitation of
High Henry, the stranger sang a sentimental ballad in a
way that made the windows rattle.
A "PUG'S" LAMENT.
How sad to me heart are de dreams uv me "pug years,"
When past recollection presents dem to view ;
De " upper, "de "left-hook," " de knock-out," de loud cheers,
An' after each battle de " put-up job,1' too.
De long-reachin' arm an' de guy wot behind it
Was hittin' me swipes in de ribs wid his paw,
He poked me a beauty — ah, still I remind it ! —
It makin' me wisht to be home wid me "maw.''
Dose big, heavy mittens, dose iron-stuffed mittens,
Dose fast-flyin' mittens dat pounded me jaw.
The others were now as anxious to recall High
Henry's commission as they had been to give it to him,
but there was no satisfactory way of doing it; he was
in complete control of the situation. The Pilot even
ruled that it would be rank discourtesy to ignore his
orders for drinks. Still, this matter of courtesy was
pretty severely tested when he ordered a full bottle of
Scotch. The Pilot managed to retain his characteristic
British calmness, but the others were becoming nervous
and excited.
High Henry presented the bottle to the stranger, and
the stranger shook him warmly by the hand, insisting
that he was the finest gentleman he ever had met. Then,
as the train drew into Redwater, the stranger again fer-
vently wrung High Henry's hand, after which he per-
mitted the porter to assist him to the platform.
" How did you do it?" was the general query.
"Easy enough," answered High Henry, with par-
donable pride. I bought him off with a bottle of
Scotch, and he was even willing to throw in the mine.
But I wouldn't take it."
" Such wisdom!" exclaimed Cy Moose.
" I was only afraid," said High Henry, " that he'd
force the mine on me."
" It was a narrow escape," declared the Pilot. " Now
we must see what we can do about Corey."
Just then Nick Carter, the mysterious, who had been
following a thinking-machine clew of his own, appeared
at the door of the car ahead.
" S-sh!" said Nick Carter. " Corey is asleep in the
smoker. He shipped himself back from Rib Lake, but
forgot to deliver himself to us at Temagami."
High Henry and Nick Carter each received a vote of
thanks, and the incident was closed.
Why He Was Bad.
By L. S. WATERHOUSE.
WHEN I was a lad I wasn't so bad
But what I could have been worse;
But if I'd been good the dear public would
Just now be deprived of this verse.
You savey by this — good children we miss —
They all kick the bucket, I'm told;
But I as a kid did just as I did
Because I desired to grow old.
I couldn't just see what good 'twas to me
To turn up my toes to the sod,
So I did, it is true, what most all bad boys do
If they don't want to hustle to God.
I sassed my dear ma and I cussed dear papa
And I punched sister Jane in the eye;
I made of my teacher a principal feature
In keeping me out of the sky.
I fastened tin pails to the yaller purps' tails
And chased the old rooster about;
I chucked stones at the cat, but I only did that
In order that wings should not sprout.
I made faces at girls and I pulled all their curia
And I boxed baby Sis on the ear;
I did all my lying to keep me from dying —
And that's how I come to be here.
No Demand.
Motorist (entering country store) — " I don't suppose
you keep sparking-plugs in stock?"
Storekeeper — " You s'pose kerrect, mister. If any
uv the boys 'round these parts ever wore plugs when
they went sparkin' they'd be joshed clear crazy, I'D
wager !"
PHRASE PROM MELODRAMATIC FICTION.
" Pursued by unnamable horrors 1''
The Unwritten Law
By H. K. EBERT
THE PLAINTIFF looked as if he had been to' a
Polish wedding. One eye was closed and the
other peered furtively through half-open lids.
His nose was out of plumb, and when he opened his
mouth it could be seen that his teeth had been tam-
pered with. One arm was in a sling, and he smelled
like a dispensary.
The defendant was a well-dressed man of middle age
and peaceable mien. Once or twice he glanced at the
plaintiff, and a gleam of unholy joy lighted his face;
but he did not look like a fighting man.
"I caught him in the act, yer honor," testified the
policeman who had made the arrest. " This here chap, "
indicating the defendant, " was beatin' the neck off the
other fellow."
" What have you to say?" asked the magistrate of
the plaintiff.
" It was an unprovoked assault," said the man thus
addressed. " I met Mr. Brown on the street and passed
the time of day. Without a word of warning he at-
tacked me."
The magistrate turned to the defendant, who at the
words " unprovoked assault " had glared at his accuser,
and thundered, " What have you to say?"
The defendant cleared his throat and began in a mild
tone.
"I have been suffering with a cold recently," he
said, " and have been afraid to take off my heavy under-
wear. My wife put a poultice on my chest this morn-
ing, and, fearing a thunder shower, she made me wear
my overshoes. I came down-town on the sunny side of
the car with the window closed."
The magistrate loosened his collar and reached for a
fan.
"I had a telephone call to make," continued the
speaker, " and the connection was so bad I had to close
the door of the booth. I was inside for fifteen minutes,
talking to a Welshman who stuttered."
"Turn on that electric fan, Jim," interrupted the
magistrate, calling to his constable.
"When I left the 'phone booth," resumed the de-
fendant, " I saw a car I wanted about fifty feet away.
I chased it for nearly a block, but couldn't catch it.
The perspiration was leaking into my shoes, and I left a
trail like a street sprinkler. The poultice on my chest
would have smoked if it hadn't been so wet.
" Then I met Mr. Robinson, and he asked me if it
was hot enough for me."
The magistrate sprang to his feet, mopping his wide
and rosy face with his handkerchief, and glowered at
Mr. Robinson.
" Beat it!" said he to the defendant.
Also Comic.
First shining light (in the colored church) — "Ah
don't believe in callin' dis heah society de Ladies' Aux-
iliary. Dat's imitatin' de white folks."
Second shining light — " Den wot will we call it?"
First shining light — " Well, wot's de mattah wid
callin' it de ' Colored Supplement '?"
No Danger.
Worldly aunt — "See here, Edith! That young man
to whom you've engaged yourself — is his future as-
sured?"
Niece — "Oh, yes, auntie! He was baptized as a
child."
TWO ASPECTS OF THE MATTER.
'•' You are the most worthless man living. But when the railroad company, whose
train had killed Mr. Worthless, wanted to settle
for $10,000, Mrs. W. held out for $25,000.
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CAMPING OUT.
LIKE to lie
And watch the sky,
Indulge in dreams and wishes,
And while away
A pleasant day,
While others wash the dishes.
— Washington Herald.
And when at night
With appetite
So keen the meals we eat, oh,
Tis satisfac-
Tion when he whack
The familiar mosquito.
— Scranton Tribune.
But there is yet another charm,
When camping out, none doubt;
That is when some one lies down hard,
Upon your sun-burned arm.
Raymond Purcell, Philadelphia, Pa.
— . r~.. SO THERE!
.*J|IRIAM'S mother, after sitting for an hour and a
••• half on the topmost step in the hallway, breathed
a sigh of relief as the vestibule door shut with a re-
luctant click.
" Miriam," she called, as the pride of the neighbor-
hood tripped lightly up the stairs, " isn't that young
Schmidt coming to our house pretty often nowadays?"
" 1 s'pose he is, mamma."
" Do you know anything about him? What is he
worth, for instance?"
" Well, he's worth any dozen of the ordinary young
men of my acquaintance."
" Yes, my dear; but "•
"And he's worth one hundred dollars a week to the
firm that he works for, even if he does get only fifteen
dollars now."
James L. Gaines, Coyetsville, N. J.
BETTER NEXT TIME.
" I trust," exclaimed the pious visitor to Convict No. 164, "that you see the error of
your ways. ''
" You bet I do !" was the ready response ; " and I've got a new system all framed
up."
WILL AIRSHIPS BE POPULAR WITH HOBOES?
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Farmer Cornhusk — "Thar, b'gosh ! I've got thet fake
chimbly all built. Now I'll jest put Spot in it, so's he kin
grab th' next tramp thet flies along this way."
Prose about Poets.
By W. J. LAMPTON.
A POET learns in suffering what he tells in the
magazines.
In the spring a poet's fancy lightly turns to
the increased demand for his product.
Those best can judge a poet's worth who are not
asked to buy his stuff.
Not every poet who cackles lays an egg.
A poet in time saves nine — dollars and a half, more
or less.
Unto the poet all things are poetry, except editors.
Money makes the poet go.
Don't look a gift poet in the verse.
This is the truth the poet sings, that pleasure's crown
of pleasure is seeing his published things.
Two poets do not make a hummer.
Desperate poets require desperate editors.
A poet in print is worth two trying to get there.
A green editor makes a fat poet.
Better an empty poet than an empty poem.
Poets butt in where angels fear to tread.
Poets must write and editors must weep.
It is hard to put old heads on young poets.
Poets may die, but they never resign.
A wise man thinks all that he says; a poet says all
that he thinks.
If the editor will Hot come to the poet, the poet must
go to the editor.
Art is long— the poet is short most of the time.
Cast thy poetry into the mails and thou shalt find it
after many days, unless you neglected to inclose postage
for return if not available.
Better Dad Than Editors.
Judge — " How do you earn your living?"
Prisoner—" By writing, your honor."
Judge—" And what do you write for, would you mind
telling us?"
Pritorur-" Not at all; I write for money from
home. "
A Cautious Maiden.
By HORACE DODD GASTIT.
E TOOK a stroll in Arcady, in Arcady, in Arcady,
We took a stroll in Arcady one lovely autumn day.
We walked in lane and parkady,
And listened to the larkady
Who killed all care and carkady
With merry roundelay.
We strolled till after darkady, ter darkady, ter darkady,
We strolled till after darkady had shadowed all the way.
But it was damp in Arcady,
And I began to barkady,
And sneeze like any sharkady
With the pneumoniay.
I coughed like any Snarkady, ny Snarkady, ny Snarkady,
I coughed like any Snarkady with influenziay.
My sweetheart made remarkady,
" Let's get aboard our arkady !
Oh, Strephon, to me harkady,
And sail from here away.
' Tis beautiful in Arcady, in Arcady, in Arcady,
'Tis beautiful in Arcady, but, oh, my lover, pray,
Hereafter let us sparkady
At Quoque or Menlo Parkady,
Or Binghamton, New Yarkady;
Along the soft Ozarkady,
Metuchen, Hackensackady..
Or on the Hacmatackady —
I care not where or whatady
Its name or humble lotady,
If it be cold or hotady,
As long as here 'tis notady;
For in this famous spotady
We'll get malariay."
These Hard Times.
AN economically-minded citizen stopped in a hardware
store and asked,
" How much are children's bathtubs?"
" From three dollars up," responded the clerk.
"Whew!" whistled the customer. " Guess we will
have to keep on washing the baby in the coal-scuttle."
Aviator Archie — " Dis airship gag is all to de candy. Jest
drop in on de farmer's wife an' make yer demands. An' I
t'ink 'yours airily' is wise in selectin' dis chimbly as de right
one ter drop inter.
WILL AIRSHIPS BE POPULAR WITH HOBOES?
(Continued)
-Holy sufferin' aeroplanes ! dis here farmer is certainly up
ter date.
The Sausage King.
By BERTON BRALEY.
THE king of the sausages lives afar
(Waiter, put stones in the oyster stew),
In a distant isle where the pretzels are.
(Butter your hair and try a few.)
His ways are odd and his manners rude,
His tastes are rough and his quarters crude,
But he bears them with frankfortitude.
(Waiter, more stones in the oyster stew).
He sailed to the isle on a canine bark
(Waiter, put atenes in the oyster stew),
From a German picnic in the park.
(Butter your hair and try a few.)
He built his house on a side hill bleak,
And the roof of the blooming thing would leak,
So he couldn't live in it once a week.
(Waiter, more stones in the oyster stew.)
A queer old chap is the sausage king
(Waiter, put stones in the oyster stew) ;
He's given to eating most any old thing:
(Butter your hair and try a few.)
For his Sausageship is sorely curst,
With nothing to drink and a burning thirst,
And his children go from worse to wurst.
(Waiter, more stones in the oyster stew.)
But I'd like to live on the Sausage Isle
(Waiter, put stones in the oyster stew),
Where they raise hot sausages every style
(Butter your hair and try a few),
Where the food is fat and the talk is Dutch,
And nobody ever amounts to much.
Ah, take me there, for I like it such !
(Waiter, I'm done with the oyster stew.)
The Only Preventive.
The zebra — "Looks as if your tribe is doomed to
extinction."
The elephant (gloomily) — "Nothing else — unless
some jungle Burbank teaches us to grow celluloid tusks
instead of ivory."
The Dangers of Optimism.
By THOMAS L. MASSON.
OPTIMISM is really an excellent theory if kept in
its place, but in these days the tendency is to run
it into the ground. We meet professional opti-
mists everywhere. What can be more terrible, for ex-
ample, than to be in such a mental state that you can be
cured by any form of the New Thought?
In the first stages optimism is easily curable. One
of the receipts is to buy a hundred shares of Amalga-
mated Copper.
In its second stage it is susceptible of treatment by
marriage or living in the suburbs.
In the last stages, however, the patient is hopeless.
He is too happy for any use, and is, of course, quite un-
bearable.
The worst feature of optimism is the people it forces
you to associate with. Not to be able to get rid of the
man who has discovered the-true-meaning-of-Life — in-
deed, to become so that you actually enjoy his company
— is beyond all cure. And there is nothing worse than
the man who has discovered the-true-meaning-of-Life.
There may be other grades of superiority more offensive,
but we have never met them. It is better, indeed, to be
conservative, and not admit that there is too much good
in anything.
Only in this way can one retain one's self-respect in
these days of universal panaceas.
Seemed Foolhardy.
" L°OK here!" said the offlcial. " there'll be trouble
^ if your wife disregards us when we persistently
tell her she must not pick the flowers."
" Then," replied Mr. H. Peck— for it was no other—
" why ever do you persist?"
( "IA7HY DO they call those new skirts directoire?"
" French for ' directory,' I am told."
"Well?"
" Chief points of interest shown at a glance."
(As he lands.) Airships may be all right in deir place, but
dey ain't goin' ter be indorsed by me — not much ! It's de
good old dusty country roads an' knockin" at de doors fer
mine hereafter.
THE TWO-LEGGED KIND.
Mr. Coon — " Hovs'd yo' like ter meet me 'round ter Squire Brown's hen-roost
ter-night, Mr. Possum?"
Mr. Possum — " No, thank yo', Mr. Coon. Dar's too much danger ob dar bein'
some udder coon dan yo' dar."
Two of a Kind.
E MARBLE clock in the dining-room had just an-
nounced in mellow tones the hour of three a. m.,
when the wife of the plumber nudged him and whispered
nervously,
" Horace! there's a burglar in the house!"
"There is, hey?" answered the husband, now thor-
oughly awake. " I'll see about him."
With cunning stealth he go't out of bed and tiptoed
out of the room. For ten minutes no sound broke the
awful stillness; then the house shook with a crash.
There was a century of silence. Then a chair fell, the
front door slammed, and a heavy bundle thumped down
the front stairs and into the street.
The terrified wife fainted, to be brought back to con-
sciousness by the voice of her husband.
" It's all right, dear; I threw him out," he chuckled,
as he turned on the light. " But the scoundrel had only
four dollars and thirty cents on his clothes."
The Wonderful Power of Suggestion.
Howard — " Did you ever know any one who was cured
by suggestion?"
Coward — "Yes. I cured the duke's -'nfatuation for
my daughter by suggesting that he lend ine five dollars. "
Up to Date.
were looking up at the latest skyscraper.
But what are those things sticking out from the
sides?" asked the up-State friend.
"Those? Oh, those are mile-posts !" answered the
New Yorker.
Undesirable.
sign has been posted by a multi-millionaire over
his gate:
" Notice— No book agents, peddlers, hucksters, for-
eign prices, lords, or dukes allowed on these premises!"
A Good Thing To Plan for.
Jim — " Is Nubbly far-sighted?"
Joe — " Yes. He is always planning ahead.''
Jim — " That's good, for he must be awfully sissatis-
fied with the one he has."
Joe — "What do you think of the foreign mail for
two cents?"
Jay — "Depends on the foreign male. I think a
foreign male like Boni de Sagandi would be expensive
at any price."
MEWS ITEM— A tug captain of Dum has walked with
* a limp ever since he heard of the corn on one of
his tows.
TO NIGHT c
LFCTURE ON THE
MISSING
THE LOST LINK.
" If I'd known the old thing was so valuable I wouldn't
have stolen it. Here they are advertising it already."
WHAT
The Night after Thanksgiving
By L. S. WATERHOUSE.
OW ON my breast doth heaviness
And anxious sorrow sadly lie.
'Tis echo of last night's distress —
I dreamed I was a chicken pie.
My crust was full, yet would not burst,
Although I did not cease to strive.
I felt their wings, and — what was
worst —
Each mother's chick appeared alive !
In vain I sought to plunge a knife
To where such great disturbance lay;
I only managed in my strife
To cast the bedclothes all away.
At last — I knew not when nor how —
This vision sauntered from my head.
And yet I could not rest, for now
I was a roasted pig instead.
My ears were decked with something green;
I held an apple in my paws.
And some one — meanest of the mean —
Had jammed a lemon in my jaws!
I woke from this to swiftly drag
My senses through a greater woe;
I was all sewed up in a bag —
A pudding, I would have you know.
And now all earthly hope seemed past—
I screeched and floundered, so they said.
This morning, when I woke at last,
I wished I had not gone to bed.
A Convenient Failing.
«« \A7HY DID you walk out during the sermon?"
" Couldn't help it. I'm a somnambulist."
Society.
XJONOR and place from one condition rise.
Act swell your part, there social prestige lies.
Business before Sentiment.
|T WAS a girl at the home of the Battle Creek mil-
lionaire, and the question now was the name-
Everything, from Abigail to Zoe, was rejected, until
a poet, who was present, mentioned " Cerealita. "
Instantly there was a great acclaim — the question was
settled.
But Mr. Offlewod shook his head and wrote in a little
notebook. " After all," he said, " it is but a baby girl.
There are millions in this name for our new breakfast
food, composed of equal parts of pine shavings, parched
excelsior and shredded saw logs, and business is busi-
ness."
So they named the baby Sarah Jane.
All He Asked.
" A^^"* WHAT," asked one of the once-famous
* actor's friends as he bent beside the bed,
" would you like to have carved on your tombstone? Is
there not some sentiment which you wish to have used
as your epitaph?"
" Yes," the dying man replied. " Let it be this: 'It
never was necessary to give him a benefit.' "
The Fair Grafter.
SHE HAD quite a passion for whist,
And few were the tricks that she missed.
If you chanced to get heated
And claimed that she cheated,
She smiled so you couldn't insist.
NEWS ITEM.
Mr. Turkey receives a " black-hand " letter.
AT A BACHELORS' CLUB THANKSGIVING DINNER
1. Eleven o'clock p. m.
3. Four o'clock a. m.
Poor Adam !
A DAM stopped to wipe the sweat out of his eyes.
" Well," he said, " I had a fine time in Eden, all
right, but it certainly is tough to spend the rest of your
life paying for one season at a summer resort." Then
he dropped his hoe and stumbled wearily across the field
to drive a rhinoceros out of the corn.
"The Early Bird-"
Manager — " I suppose you noticed
that my advertisement read ' None but
a sober man need apply for this posi-
tion'?"
Applicant — " Yes, I noticed that, and
that's why I applied very early in the
morning."
Easily Obliged.
Tramp — " Say, boss, can yer tell a
feller where he kin get fifteen cents fer
a bed?"
Old gentleman (dealer in second-
hand furniture)— " Certainly, my good
man. Bring the bed to me, and if it is
worth fifteen cents I'll buy it."
A Vulgar Word.
Miss Parr Venue — " Oh, maw, there comes Mra
Brown up the steps ! My ! don't she look bellicose to-
day!"
Mrs. Parr Venue — " Don't use such vulgar language,
daughter. Say adipose. Mrs. Brown can't help being
stout."
He— " Really, now, what would you
do if you were a man?"
She— " What would you?"
MUSICAL.
A German air.
Why Joyner Left Home.
• t ARE YOU ready to receive the obligations?" asked
** the Most Upright Supreme Hocus-Pocus of the
Order of Hoot Owls.
" I am," said the candidate firmly.
" Then take a sip of this prussic acid, place your
right hand in this pot of boiling lead, rest your left
hand upon this revolving buzz-saw, close your eyes and
repeat after me "
Early i^xt morning shreds of Joyner's clothing were
found upon the bushes and trees all along the road to
Pottsville, thirty miles distant, and at Scrabbletown,
sixty miles away, he was reported still headed west.
There Was.
HE DISHEVELED bard entered the weary-eyed
editor's apartment.
" Is there an opening here for a poet?" he inquired.
"Yes, indeed," replied the editor, touching a button
underneath his desk; and the next instant the poet dis-
appeared through a trap door in the floor.
The Height of Affability.
Randall — " Falls all over you, does she?"
Rogers — " She couldn't be any more affable if I were
her cook."
A Marvel of Human Ingenuity.
E WRITER has never appreciated until recently
what a boon was conferred upon humanity by the
typecasting machine. It is now in general use in a ma-
jority of newspaper offices, and the writer's heart throbs
with gratitude to the inventor when he reads an impor-
tant and thrilling dispatch like the following:
"Washington, D. C., Sept. 12.— At Fort
Myer, to-day, Orville Wright in his aeroplane
women. They have asked for the suffrage on
affection has little to do with the marriage
-de 15 )no apem :}SB[ i« BB/IA jpaip aqi uaqM
This achievement on the part of Wright
leads to the conclusion that the problem of the
navigation of the air has at last been-
by the tyrant man with his medieval ideas of
by the tyrant man with his medieval ideas of
by the tyrant man with his medieval ideas of
solved. The planes of this unique machine are
the heaviness which was needed where a tube
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Mushy Miriam.
A SOULFUL young woman named Miriam,
Whene'er she had beaux, would quite weary 'em
With languishing sighs
She would roll up her eyes,
And would darling and ducky and dearie 'ens.
HARD LUCK.
Turk (gasping) — "Well, to think after training and starving for six weeks and escaping the axe, a party
lanksgiving joy-riders should hand it to me ! " (Expires.)
of Thanksgiving joy-
AFTER THE THANKSGIVING MEAL.
"Well, where'l! we go now — football game or matinee?"
" Neither. If we go to the game it will be beef and brawn, and if we go to the show it will be legs and
wings ; and I don't want to be reminded of anything to eat for six weeks ! ''
The Correspondence Column.
BY FRANK R. WALTON.
OF ALL the institutions great for making people
wise,
The very greatest one of all is " Queries and Re-
plies,"
The correspondence column of the Feminine Gazette,
For Madame Claire, who writes that part, is wisdom's
special pet.
Her answers settle ev'ry doubt with perfect satisfaction,
So " Old Subscriber" merely needs to put them into
action !
One rule, quite neat, cures swollen feet,
The next will soothe a lovelorn heart;
Then come replies on killing flies,
And whether Browning is true art.
For never mind how big a woe or knotty question may
arise,
It never yet feazed Madame Claire, whose wisdom rare,
Can settle all, though great or small,
In " Queries and Replies."
No doubt great Solomon was wise and knew a thing or two,
But did he know that ermine furs should be wrapped up
in blue?
And could he tell just how to make upon a simple plan
A very stylish hatpin case from any old tin can?
Ah, Man! proud Man! must own at least this little
limitation —
It takes a Madame Claire to guide the women of the
nation.
Her judgments clear, they all will hear,
For instinct tells her all their needs;
And so we find that womankind
With confidence her column reads.
For since there's magic in a name, and in French names
most magic lies.
The fact is hid that Madame Claire, with wisdom rare,
Is just a myth, and Billy Smith
Writes " Queries and Replies."
He Had Reformed.
"I TNCLE MOSE," said the drummer, addressing an
^ aged colored man who was holding down a dry-
goods box in front of the village store, " they tell me
that you remember seeing General Washington. Is it
true?"
" No, sah," replied the old man. " Ah uster 'mern-
bah seein' him, but Ah don't no moh since Ah done j'in'd
church, sah."
The Wrong Charge.
« /"OFFICER," said the police magistrate, " what is
^^ the charge against this man?"
" Disorderly conduct, your honor. He approached
two chorus ladies to whom he had never been introduced
and invited them to have a Thanksgiving dinner at his
expense."
" That wasn't disorderly conduct — it was reckless
daring."
The Sheath Gown.
LIKE other fads that don't endure,
'Twill have its little day.
The ladies, though, should first make sure
That they are built that way.
Young America's Explanation.
<<l\/f Y CHILD, your head is all perspiration!"
IT* « yes, ma; my roof leaks."
Readily Accounted For.
Charley Litewate — " I am greatly troubled with a
rush of blood to the head. How do you account for it,
doctor?"
Doctor—" Well, Nature abhors a vacuum, you know."
Ezekiel Jones's Snore Suppressor
By ARTHUR WILLIAM BEER
WAS waiting for my train at a little
country station. It was a still, summer
day, and the
silence was
broken only by
the rhythmic
snoring of a
negro porter,
who lay
stretched out
in the sun on the baggage
platform.
" It seems odd that, in this
age of big inventions, no one
has ever thought up some
method of preventing snor-
ing," I remarked casually to
the only other person in sight,
an old fellow who was seated
on a crate of chickens, chew-
ing tobacco and expectorating
at intervals with a calm and
judicious air.
He fixed a pair of keen gray
eyes on me.
" Reckon you're a stranger
in these parts?" he said pres-
ently.
I admitted it.
He chuckled joyously to himself.
" Never heard tell o' Jake Weatheraby?"
IT ALL
Smith—" Are
Mr.
birds?"
Mr, Jones —
good cook.1'
•Yea,
I said that I had not, but indicated my entire will-
ingness to hear of him or of any other gentleman, the
relation of whose exploits
might serve to pass away the
tedious hours while awaiting
the advent of that infernal
train.
The old man supplied him-
self with a fresh chew of to-
bacco, took careful aim at the
shining steel rail a few feet
away, looked disappointed when
he missed it, and finally pro-
ceeded.
" You think that nigger's
snorin'," said he. " Sakes
alive, that ain't snorin'! You
oughter have heard Jake
Weathersby! Guess he — well,
I'll tell you how the matter o'
the invention come up.
" I was settin' round about
here a couple o' years back
when a queer-lookin' old fellow
happened along.
" ' Nice little town you've
got here,' says he.
"' Pretty fair,' says I.
"'I was lookin' around a bit last night, ' says he,
' and things certainly seemed pretty prosperous. Lots •
o' buildin' goin' on — and what's that sort o' little fac-
DEPENDS.
you interested in stuffed
when the job is done by a
THE FORTUNE-TELLER.
Sharp Edge — "This card means that a terrible misfortune will befall you
on the day indicated."
STAGE GOSSIP.
" You were the leading man last season, weren't
you?" "fc
"Yes; coming back."
tory down at the foot o' the hill just
on the edge 'o town? Must be pretty
busy — they was still a-runnin" when I
came a-past there late last night."
" ' Factory?' says I. ' I don't know
o' no factory. '
" ' Well,' he says, ' all I can say is
there certainly was some kind o' ma-
chinery runnin' there when I came by
about ten o'clock last night,' and he
went on to describe the place pretty
accurate.
" Then a great light breaks in upon
me, as the writer folks would say.
'"Factory nothin'!' I says. ' That
ain't no factory. That's old man
Weathersby's place, and I reckon 'twas
him a-snorin' you heard.'
" He looked surprised-like for a mo-
ment. Then :
" ' That's what I call providential! '
says he.
" ' The neighbors don't so regard it,'
says I.
" Then he digs out a card from his
pocket and hands it to me.
" ' Ezekiel Jones, Inventor, ' I read.
" ' Reckon you've heard o' that name
afore,' he says, as I looked from the
card to him.
" ' Never in my life,' says I.
" He looked a bit downcast. ' Ah,
fame, fame!' he muttered. 'What a bubble thou
art!'
" Then he went on to explain the situation. Seems
he was an inventor of all sorts of odd contrivances, and
his latest was a patent snore suppressor. He was
lookin" around for some good, hearty snorer to test it
on, and it struck him right away that old man Weath-
ersby was it.
" I was quick enough to agree that if his machine
would subdue the nerve-rackin', ear-splittin', hyena-like
snore possessed by Jake Weathersby, it would fill a
long-felt want.
" ' But,' says I, ' the old man will never agree to any
such foolishness. I rather think he's proud o' that
snore o' his.'
" ' I'll fix that up all right,' says Ezekiel.
" Well, I warned him that he'd better go slow and
not play any monkey tricks with the old man.
'"He's a regular old fire-eater,' says I, 'and not
skeered of anything. Wait!' says I; 'I reckon he is
just a bit afeared of the Widow Smith, who's been
a-settin' her cap at him for some time. But that's
natural enough. Otherwise he's plum bloodthirsty.
There's been some kind o' night-ridin' fellers around
here lately, a-robbin' and raisin' the devil generally.
" 'Jest let 'em come a-nigh my place,' says old Jake
t'other day. ' I may not be quite as spry on my feet as
I used to be, but I reckon I kin handle them fellers all
WICKED NEW YORK.
Clara— " Why is New York different than most large cities?"
Vera—" I don't know."
Clara — "It was once possessed with two 'Devils ' instead of »ne."
right. I don't like to shed human blood,' he says, ' but
dooty is dooty. '
" Well, notwithstandin' all I said about Jake Weath-
ersby, this here Ezekiel Jones still insisted that Jake
was elected to test his invention; and, after thankin'
me kindly for puttin' him next to so good a thing, and
writin' my name down in a dirty little memorandum
book so as he wouldn't fergit it, away he went. I heard
all about it afterward, partly through a letter Ezekiel
wrote me, and partly from the Widow Smith, though
she wasn't a widow no more then — but that's gettin'
ahead o' my story.
" It seems that this here Ezekiel Jones, Inventor,
went down to old man Weathersby's and tried to get
thick with him, but there was nothin' doin'. The old
man sized him up for a lightnin'-rod agent, and threat-
ened to shoot him if he didn't vacate the premises im-
mediate. Ezekiel was cast down, but not dismayed, as
you might say. He was clear grit. His invention just
had to be tested, and old man Weathersby was it.
Ezekiel had that all settled, and there was no gettin' it
out o' his head.
" So what does he do but enter the shack at night
when all was still — no, you couldn't hardly say all was
still neither, for Jake Weathersby was makin' the
night hideous as usual with his boiler-factory snore.
" Yes, sir; that there inventor chap takes his life in
his hands, as you might say, and crawls through a win-
der that had been left open on account of its bein' a
warm summer evenin'. After gettin' his bearin's, he
sneaked up to the bedside and carefully adjusted his sup-
pressor, a curious contrivance o' steel plates and wire
springs, on old man Weathersby's prominent nose. He
then stepped back into the darkness to await results.
" Well, it appears that the results was all that could
be expected. Ezekiel wrote me afterward that he reck-
oned he'd made a miscalculation and keyed the sup-
pressor up too all-fired strong.
"Anyway, it seems the old man's snorin' ceased
with a suddenness, and he started up with a wild snort
o' terror.
" ' Lord ! the night-riders is upon me!' he yelled, and
made one flyin' leap for the open winder. Out he went,
head-first, lightin' all in a heap in a patch o' weeds, but
FAMILY CHARACTERISTICS.
^ yT he wuz a son °' g°°d ole Deacon Perk!"8, an' yew believed him?"
same Une bv m ,W ™ M ', K' i I ^ ,?hen he started in talkin> religion an> try'"' «tt pick my pocket at th»
me, by gum ! 1 jes couldn't help but believe he wuz Deacon Perkins's own son '
scramblin' quickly to his feet and makin' off down the road as tight
as he could jump.
" Ezekiel hesitated a moment, and then clambered out of the
winder after him, for he didn't want to lose the only model of the
snore suppressor he had on hand.
" Down the pike galloped old man Weathersby, only hittin' the
high places, as it were, the suppressor meanwhile stickin' closer
than a brother ; and after him — a considerable ways after him — •
limped Ezekiel.
" After a bit Weathersby turns off into an open space on the edge
o' town, where the circus pitches its canvas when it hits this
village, and where we hold our county fairs. Ezekiel, thinkin'
that perhaps he'd gone for re-enforcements, and, moreover, bein'
pretty much winded by this time, drops out o' the race and departs
for some place unknown.
" Well, it so happened just at that time that the Afro-
American Ebenezer Congregation was holdin' of a camp-meetin'
on the fair grounds. Some o' them had been hangin' back' un-
dooly, and the presidin' elder had been a-poundin' it into 'em that
night that the spirit o' wrath would mightily descend if they
didn't hasten to see the error_ o' their ways and double-quick to
the mourners' bench.
"Well, when old man Weathersby came a-tearin' through their
midst, with the suppressor hangin' on to his face like a crab and
his nightshirt streamin' in the breeze, it was the general opinion
that the spirit o' wrath had arrived on schedule time, and the
whole aggregation stampeded, as it were.
" It ain't o' record just when the old man run hisself down or got
'TWAS BUT A DREAM."
" He dreamt that he dwelt in marble halls."
A QUACK DOCTOR.
rid o' the patent snore suppressor, but it
appears he finally did both. When he come
to a bit, he was scared to go back to his
house; besides, he was some tired, as you
may imagine, and, even on a summer's
evenin', a nightshirt is a leetle thin as an
outdoor garment. So, findin' hisself in tht
neighborhood o' the Widow Smith's, and
seein' a light burnin' there, and bein' a bit
rattled into the bargain, I guess, as a re-
sult o' his excitin' run, he made bold to go
and knock on her door, with the idee o'
borrowin' a blanket or somethin' in which
he might infold hisself while huntin' up the
constable.
" He oughter have known wimmen folks
better, of course. It seems she went into
hysterics immediately on gettin' a sight o'
him. Her awful screams aroused the
neighbors, and they came presently and
discovered old Jake Weathersby a-shiveria
on the Widow Smith's front porch, while the widow
herself was havin' some kind of a fit in the doorway.
Well, of course, he just had to marry her, and "
But here the whistle of the approaching engine in-
terrupted the story.
The Unhappy Medium.
« W RONSON is one of the most humble men I ever
*> saw."
" Yes. Arrogance seems to be wholly foreign to his
make-up."
" I wonder why it is that he always has such a serv-
ile manner?"
" I think it is because he is neither rich enough to
get into a trust nor poor enough to belong to a union."
Terrible Deprivation.
Stella^-" Has she a Southern accent?"
Bella — " Yes. She can't get enough r's in a month
to eat oysters."
Lagniappe.
« Y UNDERSTAND that Mr. Pennink is making a
* tremendous success, selling short stories to the
magazines," remarks the man with the frayed collar.
" Yes. He's a smooth one," replies the man with
the leaky fountain pen.
" He must be, to sell his stories. I don't see any-
thing about them to make the magazine editors crazy to
buy them."
" Well, he has a gift of rhyming, you know, and when
he sends a short story to a magazine he throws in a poem
of the right brevity to fill the bottom of the page on
which the story will end."
Juvenile Wisdom.
AT did people do before steel pens were in-
vented?" asked the teacher.
" The pinions of one goose were used to spread the
opinions of another," answered the wise boy at the
pedal extremity of the class.
CIRCUMSTANCES ALTER CASES.
Farmer — "Gosh ! I hate to kill thet turkey. I've fed her sertce she wuzzent
much bigger then a sparrer. "
Sympathetic insitor — " I understand just how you feel."
Farmer — " Course. Ye've only got to look at her. (Later, after lifting the
bird.) Shol she ain't haff fat enough."
THE INDIAN SUMMER OF FOOTBALL.
1. Uncle John — "Come on, Cy ! Let's show these youngsters how ive used to kick
the goal ! ' '
Reflections of Uncle Ezra
By ROY K. MOULTON.
EZ PURDY'S wife has got a new changeable silk
dress. By gravy! if I was a woman I wouldn't
want a silk dress that I couldn't change once in
a while if I wanted to.
There are three kinds of fellers that ought to leave
hoss racin' alone. They are old fellers, young fellers
and middle-aged fellers. The only ones that ever make
any money follerin' the bosses are hack drivers.
The people of our town demanded higher education
for their kids, so the school board has decided to build
the new schoolhouse up on top of Lookout Hill, which
is the highest in this township.
Grandpa Hanks has got a new wooden leg made out'n
a Normandy popular tree, and it grows so fast he has to
saw off six or eight inches of it every day, so that he
won't walk lopsided. He has sawed off enough already
to keep him in stove wood most all winter. The last
wooden leg he had was made out'n a weepin' wilier, and
he says it looked so pathetic he didn't have the heart to
walk around on it.
Hank Peters fell off'n Anse Judson's barn the other
day and knocked his brains out. Hank don't mind it
much, as he has since got a job as chorus man with a
musical comical show.
Hi Spink says the hardest time he ever had in his
life was once when he helped the minister put up a
stove and fit the pipe. Hi pretty near busted, holdin'
back so much language, but after he got through he
went down behind Perkins's mill and cussed for three
hours without stoppin".
By ginger ! I have spent most of my life in the woods.
and I never heard of a hall tree. I guess somebody is a
nature faker. Anse Judson says he has got one.
Bud Hicks, of this town, who is spendin' the winter
in New York, must be keepin' nice and warm, as he
writes home that the police have kept him in the sweat-
box most of the time.
I see by the papers another New York girl is goin' to
marry a foreign count. I never heard of a count that
wasn't a foreign one.
Deacon Stubbs says they have got a drink down to
New York called a pussy cafe, and when a feller drinks
one he feels like he was livin' nine lives all at once.
Deacons at home and deacons away from home is evi-
dently two kinds of deacons.
Mrs. Ansel Jimkey has to wear a thirty-nine-cent
calico wrapper to socials, funerals and other society
events, and she is thinkin' some of suin' Anse for divorce
on the grounds of incompatibility of expenditure.
When Hod Peters was down to York he kicked be-
cause he found a suspender button in the hash. Some
folks is never satisfied. He probably wanted a whole
suit of clothes.
A Man's Opinion.
«t ¥F WE had women for judges," said the lady with
* the square jaw, " few divorces would be granted."
"Yes," replied the horrid man. "They'd be so
eager to hear the scandalous details that it would never
be possible to get all the evidence in."
Choice Spots on the Earth — Harlem
HARLEM is bounded on the north by Sing Sing, on
the east by the Long Island Perfumery Works at
Hunter's Point, on the south by J. P. Morgan and
on the west by the Palisades Advertising Company, un-
limited.
Harlem was first settled by the New York baseball
team, who were in the habit of killing their umpires on
the banks of the Harlem River as far back as 1798. Rip
Van Winkle once went through Harlem, and calling at
the first beer garden for a high ball, drank it, and stag-
gering on to the Catskills, slept for twenty years. That
is why no one, to this day, blames him.
Harlem is noted for its industries, among which we
may mention the Harlem goat joke and the Harlem flat
joke. These jokes immigrated from Egypt early in the
last century, and have since then led a peaceful and
unperturbed, but quite active, existence.
Harlem is connected with the Stock Exchange by the
elevated railroad, the subway and the Croton aqueduct.
Having been robbed of all personality years ago, it has
nothing to conceal. Its windows, disclosing its succu-
lent home life, are always open to the passing European
traveler at all hours of the day and night, enabling him
to get the most vivid impressions of America. It con-
tains about four miles of Philadelphia pressed brick,
children and bedclothes, and rises to a height of one
hundred feet above the Wall Street level.
Harlem and Brooklyn have been deadly rivals. In a
sleeping contest, no one knows which would win. Har-
lem is sustained and soothed by Woodlawn Cemetery;
Brooklyn has Greenwood.
It is fortunate that New York lies between them;
otherwise the banner of the ready-made necktie, the
Sunday silk hat and the ubiquitous baby carriage would
float over Manhattan Island, where naught now inter-
feres with the Sabbath calm except the passing auto,
the clang of surface cars and the sound of falling poker
chips. T. L. M.
The Balance.
«« ¥T SEEMS to me," says the common consumer,
" that you and Carbon should be the wealthiest
men in this community."
" I'll tell you how it is," explains Frijjidd, the ice-
man. " In the summer Carbon buys his ice of me, and
in the winter I buy my coal of him. The consequence is
one offsets the other, and there isn't anything left for
either of us."
Up to Date.
«|UNDERSTAND," says the traveler in Arkansas,
" that your razor-back hogs down here are really
dangerous if they become enraged."
" They used to be, mister," allows the native; " but
we-all down yere ain't so behind the times as yo'-all up
there reckon we are. We don't raise nothin' but safety-
razor-back hogs now."
Trying To Shut Her Out.
«« /CONDUCTOR," complained the lank spinster pas-
senger, " that man in the opposite seat is wink-
ing at me!"
" He says he doesn't mean to wink at you," explained
the car official. " He's trying to keep the eye that's
turned toward you shut, ma'am."
INDIAN SUMMER OF FOOTBALL.
2. Youngsters — "Score one point!"
YES; THEY DO RIP UP THE OLD TOWN IN
A HURRY THESE DAYS!
Thanksgiving Day.
THANKSGIVING DAY draws near; the btn with
pensive eye
Reflects upon the prospect queer — she'll soon be chicken
pie.
The turkey's voice is stilled; chagrin has choked his
breath.
'Tis hard to know that he'll be filled with chestnuts after
death.
The pig has cause to fret; in vain he cries, "Fair play!''
For what a roasting he will get upon Thanksgiving Day !
One Happy One.
BY WILLIAM J. LAMPION.
' Money doesn't count a bit with me." — Mrs. Stuyvesant F^ith.
1. Artist—" Ah, a bit of quaint, old-time city! —
What He Meant.
Abrams — " I don't see your husband any more, Mrs.
Isaacs."
Mrs. Isaacs — "No; my
husband iss sick."
Abrams — " How iss he
getting along?"
Mrs. Isaacs — " He iss
failing fast."
Abrams — " I didn't in-
quire about his business.
How iss his health?"
AH, HAPPY lady !
Blessed she
Who doesn't care
For X or V,
While everywhere
The rest of us
Just yearn to be
An octopus.
How good it is
To be the one
Who doesn't want
To jump and run
Whenever
Anywhere around
The jingling needful
Makes a sound.
The Day After.
Broadstreet (telephon-
ing) — " Maggie, what is
there for dinner to-night?"
Maggie — " I think it's
turkey, sir; cold, sir, with
mince pie."
Broadstreet— " Ahem ! Well, you may tell Mrs.
Broadstreet that I shall be detained at the office until a
late hour."
The Baby Grand.
BY WALTER BEVERLEY CBANE.
*lpHE Baby Grand was not so bad ;
• The music made was gay and glad;
And though we have the next-door flat,
We didn't mind a thing like that,
For music is our fad.
A year of melody we had,
And then there came a little lad.
The stork, he brought him, lusty, fat—
The Baby Grand !
And oh! our walls we've had to pad —
The music's wild, the music's gad.
And father cries, " Oh, darn that brat!"
But mother, bless her ! says quite pat,
"The Baby Grand!"
2, How lucky to stumble on this I-
The wide, wide .world,
Excepting her,
Is out to grab
The sinister
And shifting stuff,
Which seems to be
The measure of
All energy.
Mankind is rushing
To and fro,
To swipe the scads
That come and go;
He makes pursuit
His constant god,
And bows before
The Demon Wad.
Ah, happy lady!
It is well
That money does
Not work its spell
On her a bit.
Ah, would it were
That more of us
Were more like her !
3. Scenes like this are so fast disappearing before
YES ; THEY DO RIP UP THE OLD TOWN IN
A HURRY THESE DAYS!
4. the march of progress, it really seems —
A Mighty Pen.
Farmer Scrabblegrass—" Th' feller as said he would
rather write than be Presi-
Jent wa'n't so far wrong,
after all."
Farmer Stubbs —
" Ya-as; but we can't all
get a dollar a word fer a
jungle story."
A True Nobleman.
IJMRE had broken out in
the royal palace, and
it was evident that the
historic old pile must be
consumed, with many of
its unfortunate inmates.
A frantic figure was seen
rushing down a long cor-
ridor. It was Clarence
Reginald Fitzherbert Fitz-
allan Fitzsimmons, Earl Hawtyfellowe, Baron Jewel-
zinsoke, Lord of the King's Silk Garters, Clerk of the
Royal Jack Pot, etc., etc.
" Hold !" shouted one of the Imperial Hook and Lad-
der Volunteers. " You must not precede the other noble
lords. Your rank is No. 29 at the king's table."
"Right, trusty fellow !" cried the earl. "I might
have forgotten."
With that he took up his stand in the great corridor
until the Duke of Richbloode had donned a neat walking
suit and strolled out, and Lord Graveowle, who was No.
28, had finished bathing and was carried down the lad-
der. After that a burning shield fell upon the noble
earl, and the walls of the historic palace collapsed.
They buried him in the Abbey, with this inscription on
his tablet: " He died in his regular order."
Shop Talk.
Cigar dealei — " Yes, that is my wife over there —
the one with the fine wrapper, American filler and per-
fecto shape.'"
^As=f. p^TH^
The South and the North.
« ¥T'S a confounded shame the way the whites down
South persecute the negro for slight offenses!"
asserted the New Yorker, bound for the baseball game.
"You're right!" seconded his companion. "It's a
stain upon the reputation of the peaceable portion of
the nation."
" Indeed it is! Why, only day before yesterday, in
one city down there, they captured a poor nigger who
had scared a white woman in some way, and would have
killed him but for the intervention of a cool-headed
officer."
" Awful, awful! By the way, what ails your voice?
You're as hoarse as I am."
" Oh, I was one of the mob that chased that miserable
umpire down the street after the game yesterday, and I
overdid myself yelling at them to string him up."
" Gadl I was in that mob, too."
He Knew
Medium (after the seance) — " Can any one tell me
how spirits could have gotten into the room and moved
the furniture when all the
doors were locked?"
Bright boy (raising his
hand)— "With
keys."
skeleton
5. that before one can transfer them to canvas they are
Beware.
Wife (looking up from
newspaper) — " This paper
says that kissing is dan-
gerous because of germs.
Now I should like to know
what one might catch by
kissing?"
Husband (wearily) —
"Husbands."
Special Days.
First boarder — "Not
hungry, or is it a fast day ? "
Second boarder — " Yes; this is hash Wednesday."
gone (
Imaginary Conversation between a Medium and a Spirit
By RALPH BERCENGKEN.
MEDIUM— Did I hear anybody rap? Come right
in.
Spirit — I am in.
Medium — Hey?
Spirit — I am a spirit.
Medium— Spirit your grandmother! You can't fool
me! I've made too many spirits myself.
Spirit— Very poor ones, like most amateurs. Fat
and unimaginative mortal— —
Medium — I ain't fat! I'm dignified.
Spirit— Dignified and unimaginative mortal, have
you ever made a star?
Medium — I ain't no theatrical trust, and you ain't no
spirit. Fat! Me!
Spirit — Did you ever see any spirits — outside of a
bottle?
Medium — Yes; in a glass. Ha, ha! He, he! If
you was a real spirit you'd manifest yourself in a
spirituelle way — play a tambourine, ring a bell —
Spirit — Think you the immortal soul has nothing bet-
ter to do with eternity than playing a tambourine, ring-
ing a bell or tickling with spirit finger the ribs of even
a younger and more attractive medium?
Medium — If there was any real spirits I guess they'd
be mad at us. We do make 'em kinder ridiculous.
Spirit — My dear medium, real spirits do not get
angry. They have too much time. You simply amuso
us.
Medium — Humph !
Spirit — You describe yourself perfectly. You are
humps. It puzzles us sometimes to decide how it hap-
pens that those who pre-
tend to be the representa-
tives of the light and bodi-
less are invariably so fat
and
Medium — Fat! It seems
as if you was possessed
with that word fat! Bein'
a medium demands a dig-
nified an' imposin' figger.
Any spirit ought to be
able to see that.
Spirit — Any spirit
•ught to be able to see
you. However, we'll let
it go at dignified. Did it
ever occur to you that you,
too, have a soul?
Medium — Me?
Spirit — Even you.
You have a soul. That
soul is capable of infi-
nite suffering. When
you burn your finger,
did you ever think how
it would feel if it kept
on burning, and kept on, and kept on, and kept on.
and-
Medium — Stop it! You make me nervous.
Spirit — Let me give you something else to think
about. Did it ever occur to you that if your — er —
spirits were a little more like the real thing you would
attract a larger audience.
Medium — Now you're talkin'. What do you think I
ought to have the spirits do to 'em?
Spirit — Omit the spirits. Choose some other occupa-
tion, and begin to work upward toward that mortal
standard of commonplace honesty that is the first step
toward a comfortable spirit existence. You might begin
by selling tips on the stock market.
Medium — That ain't no better.
Spirit — It is less presumptuous than tips on eternity.
Then you might start a matrimonial bureau. Then you
might manufacture powders for improving the com-
plexion. Then
Medium — Well, you do beat me! What you drivin'
at, anyway?
Spirit — I am suggesting a slow evolution demanding
a genuine, although low, order of intelligence, such as
you possess. When you have shuffled off this mortal
coil of flesh
Medium — Flesh !
Spirit— I speak in figures. When worms have eaten
you
Medium — If you can't find any prettier figures to
speak in, I'm goin' out and get my dinner. Spirit!
You're a joker, that's what you are! Guess I'd know
it if there was any real
spirits !
She Was Wise.
SS FISH," re-
marked the young
man, as he placed his hat
on his head and prepared
to depart for home, " I
proposed for your hand two
hours ago, and I await
your answer with bated
breath."
"Mr. Smallchange,"
smiled the young lady,
" I'm afraid you will have
to bait your breath with
something besides onions
and cloves to catch this
kind of a fish."
THE BEST OF REASONS.
"Hello, old man I What are you doing in this
secluded corner?"
" Laying in weight for myself."
Teacher— "Why didn't
the lions touch Daniel?"
Johnny — "They were
African lions and only
cared for dark meat."
Why I Wouldn't Marry My Wife
( From the Gentlemen '• Home Journal. )
CONVERSATION— as conversations unfortunately
will when only married men are present —
turned on our wives. Presently one of us
asked the company, "Say, if you were a young
man and knew as much as you do now, would
you marry your wife again?"
Personally I do not believe in discussing
such questions. As the proverb says, it's
no use crying over spilt milk. It's a good
deal wiser to mix water with what's left in
the jug and blame the milkman. But the
question haunted me. I thought it over at
lunch, and discussed it, guardedly, of course,
with the young woman behind my favorite
lunch counter. As a result — for we agreed
that it is always the wife's fault — I am
about to dictate to my stenographer a few
of the reasons why I should not marry my
wife if I had it to do over again. This I
do for the benefit of wives in general. My
stenographer may sooner or later become a
wife herself.
Not that I mean this to be an expose of
marital infelicity. My own married life
has been comparatively successful. We are
as happy together as two cold doughnuts
on the same plate. But many a husband craves and
needs a more complete realization of his youthful day
dreaming. Few wives understand the yearnings of
a man's poetic and sentimental nature.
The first reason why I would not marry my wife is be-
cause she is older. This may seem strange, insomuch
HE SPOKE TOO LATE.
Page— "She ain't in, sir."
Caller—" Come, tell me the truth and I'll give you a dollar. // she in ? "
Page — "You should have spoken before, sir. She gave me fifty cents
to say she was out, and I can't be a traitor."
THE HEATHEN CHINEE.
Is it a wonder that we abhor the Chinaman ? He has successfully ac-
quired the much-hated cigarette habit, robbed the faithful washerwoman
of her honorable profession, and now, "bad luck to him ! " he even deprives
the miserable clothesline of its duties.
as I knew she would grow older when I married her. I
have, to a certain extent, grown older myself. But the
popular magazines are full of pictures
of women whom I know to be older
than my wife, yet who look at least ten
or a dozen years younger. Evidently,
therefore, it is my wife's fault. What
one woman can do, my wife ought to be
able to do. I cannot blame myself for
sometimes feeling indignant that she is
no longer the shy, sweet creature that
in one happy summer week I learned to
worship.
I married a woman brought up like
myself. That was a mistake. There
was almost nothing to make her realize
that I am a superior creature, and when
a wife does not, day by day and hour
by hour, rely more and more upon her
husband's judgment and experience, a
home is inevitably divided. There are
conflicts of opinion that cannot- help but
mar the translucent delicacy of ideal
matrimony. Nothing, for example, so
handicaps a man in the battle of life as
to have his wife constantly disagree
with him in matters of taste.
Another reason why I would not
marry my wife is that she is more
polite to me than to any other man of
her acquaintance. Politeness, of course,
THE CRUSOE OF THE FUTURE.
Shipwrecked on a deserted asteroid.
is necessary. I insisted upon it in the beginning. But
she has a special manner which she uses to me — a way
of saying, " If you please, my dear," or, " Of course,
if that is your opinion," that I have heard wives use
to their husbands. The woman at the lunch counter is
polite, but it is in a different spirit.
I would not marry my wife again because of her im-
moderate use of chocolate drops. I am perfectly willing
that my wife should eat chocolate drops in moderation.
In fact, I am no such fool as not to know that if a
woman cannot eat chocolate drops at home, she will go
where she can. But I have beseeched her to moderate
her indulgence. I have sought to build up her pride, to
shame her womanhood, to show her that she is becoming
the slave of a habit. She positively tastes like a choco-
late drop. She knows I dislike chocolate, and it makes
no difference. Like all wives, she expects caresses, and
yet she insists upon tasting like a chocolate drop. Even
our children notice it, and comment upon it in a joking
way that should nevertheless be taken as a serious ex-
pression of disapprobation.
My wife is not truly delicate and refined, as I am.
She insists, for example, in taking the baby in a peram-
bulator when we go out for a walk. She likes to stop
and gawk — I can find no other word for it — gawk at the
bargains in the shop windows. She stops, right in the
street, to speak to dirty-faced urchins. She makes
jokes with tradespeople. She once allowed me to see
her when she had the mumps. These things have been
a terrible burden to me. If I had my life to live over
again, nothing would induce me to undertake them — no,
not even the proud delight of being the father of six
wonderful children.
These are only a few of the reasons why I would not
marry my wife, but they are enough perhaps to set some
wives thinking and introduce into other homes some-
thing of that ideal companionship for which men marry
and which so seldom materializes. Much would be ac-
complished if women would only realize how their hus-
bands crave appreciation. If I say ^to my own wife,
" Do you like my new suit?" she will probably answer,
" Yes; it is very becoming," and wonder why I asked
- •*
NINETY-EIGHT
THE SHADE.
The officer—" Here, you, Muggins ! what are your teeth chattering that way for ? "
Muggmi (first time under fire) -" C-c-can't help it. cap'n— I'm c-c-cold ! "
her. Yet I am sure there is hardly a man living who
would not be made happier to hear his wife say, " Dear,
I do wish you had a new dress coat, but you do look aw-
fully strong and handsome in that one, as you do in
everything." R. B.
Charge of the Fair Brigade.
BY MYRTLE CONGER.
(With apologies to the shade of Lord Tennyson.)
HALF a step, half a step,
Half a step onward !
Over there the bargains lie
On the counters piled so high,
Luring the unnumbered.
Forward the fair brigade !
" Charge through the aisles !" they cried.
(Three know what they want to buy —
Anxious unnumbered !)
Bargains to right of them ;
Bargains to left of them;
Bargains in front of them,
There to be plundered.
Storm they with right good-will ;
Boldly they push and well ;
Into the jaws of death,
Where the best bargains sell,
Push the unnumbered !
When will their courage fade?
Oh, the wild charge they made!
All the men wondered,
Yet " honored " all the charges made,
As oft before they'd paid
For their wives' plunder.
Forward the fair brigade!
Happy unnumbered !
A Prospectus.
BY STUART B. STONE.
S IS customary among publications," said the
Cobville Scimitar, " we will give a brief out-
line of what is in store during the coming
year for our subscribers, as well as
for the army of deadheads, embracing
the various local preachers, the county
correspondents that never write, the
editor's relatives, the patent-medicine
companies and the skinflint advertising
agents ; also Hamp Logsdon and Bart
Higbee, who borrow papers every Friday
morning, regular as sunshine.
" To begin with, the Scimitar will be
enlarged from four columns, six pages,
to six columns, four pages ; and the type
that Pill Dugan mashed with an [empty
whiskey jug last Christmas will be
replaced by new material. As the
' Cobville ' in our electrotyped head-
line was thrown through the front win-
dow and severely dented when Roaring
Bill Hemlock called on us the other
day, the name of this paper in future
will be merely the Scimitar.
" Many new art features will be
added. The editor's picture will be run
at the head of the editorial column, and
we have secured a cut of the court-
CHINESE TO HIM.
Farrell—" Kin ye make out phat th' inscription manes, Dinny ?"
Finaigan—" Oi'm not quoite sure, but Oi think a free thranslation would be ' 2,000 shirts. 6.000 collars an'
1.000 oairsav cuffs.'"
heretofore, contain the choicest imagi-
native efforts of Colonel Tom Briggs
and Tilkins, the lightning-rod agent.
In ' Heard on the Streets ' we will en"
deavor to print the name of every
man who pays us money or good, sound
vegetables, cordwood, molasses and
tree sugar on subscription. ' Halls of
Death ' will continue to print obit-
uaries showing real sentiment and
humor, but these must be limited to
one page in length and to forty stanzas
of poetry.
" All in all, the Scimitar will con-
tinue to be the unterrified, uncon-
vincible, incorruptible organ of the
great common people. Now is the
time to subscribe, as we are needing
the money. .One dollar cash, or one-
fifty where taken in farm and dairy
products."
SEEING THE SIGHTS.
Johnny—" That low building on the right, Uncle Peter, is our high school,
and the high structure on the left is the new Low Building."
Uncle Peter — " Guess we'd better git back to the house, Johnny. I'm 'fraid
I'm gittin' twisted."
house and the Golden Rule Store, to be
printed on special occasions. In addition,
we are considering the purchase of a can-
non and flag for the Fourth of July, and
pictures of Abe Lincoln and N. Bonaparte,
which, as is well known, will suffice for
many of our leading citizens.
" Early in the new year we will begin
the publication of a series of articles from
the pen of our esteemed merchant, Mr. Sam
Potter, on ' Well-known Customers of a
Corner Grocery.' The first of these
sketches is ' Dune Skaggs, the Prune
Eater,' and it abounds with gossipy, little-
known information. For instance, the
author declares that Mr. Skaggs has de-
voured 23,816 free prunes in the seventeen
years he has visited the Golden Rule.
Other articles in this series are ' Bill
Beeler, the Man Who Will Pay To-morrow,'
and ' Elijah Boone, the Borrower of To-
bacco. '
" We have arranged with Colonel Ellerby
Hawkes for a series of reminiscent papers
on ' Easy Marks Who Have Played Poker in
Cobville.' Other special features will be
' My Wife's Lifework,' by Saul Lazie ; and
'Our Country— Can We Save It?' a sym-
posium by the schoolmaster,} the colored
Baptist preacher, the jailer, Uncle Silas
Smith and the hardware drummer that
comes every Saturday.
" The usual interesting departments will
be continued. ' Our Noble Liars ' will, as
Knicket "Bulgaria has declared
itself independent of Turkey."
Henpekt — "I know just how it
feels."
WOULD SPOIL IT ALL.
He — " When we are married I will put all my property in your
name."
She — " The idea ! You know there is no fun spending one's
own money-"
WOMAN'S RIGHTS.
Happiness.
IE YOUNG poet had just
finished what he consid-
ered to be a work of real in-
spiration, and, rising from his
tfcble, he hastened upstairs to
where his little wife, a bride
of six weeks, was sitting darn-
ing his socks.
"Listen, sweetheart," he
whispered tenderly. " I have
just written this."
And he began to read. He
put his whole soul into the
reading. His gestures were
graceful; his intonation per-
fect. The whole spirit of his
beautiful poem breathed forth
as he threaded his way from
the beginning to the end of
his theme, and when he had finished he looked at her,
awaiting her verdict.
For a time she was silent.
" Well, dear heart," he said, " tell me what you are
thinking."
" I was wondering, dearest "
"What?"
" Whether the butcher was not awfully late with
that liver," she replied.
This British Spelling!
A SUNDAY-SCHOOL teacher named Beauchamp
To the woods took her children to teauchamp,
But sundry mosquitoes
Discovered her neat hose,
And stung her before she could reauchamp.
Kismet.
HOW OFTEN in the stilly night
I've barked my shins on every flight,
And cursed the irony of it,
'•hat I, and not the gas, was lit.
An Unfortunate Question.
A YOUNG Celt, just over from the old sod, applied
* * at the office of a big New York establishment for
work.
" You say you have a brother working here in this
shop? What's his name?" inquired the supenntenaeni.
" Murphy, sor. "
" But there are several Murphys here. What kind of
a job has your brother? What does he do? '
" Oi don't know what he does, but he (tails it a— a
cinch job, sor."
Obliging, Yet Grateful.
« IT IS very kind of you," said the lady to her stout
husband as he knelt before her to put on her over-
shoes.
" Don't mention it, my dear," he replied. "Never-
theless, I am glad you are not a centipede."
No Danger.
Excited woman — " Are you going to run away with
me?"
Reckless driver (slightly in-
toxicated)— "Sorry, mum;
but — but I can't oblige you.
I'm mar-married already."
'TpHE SUPERIOR person who
looks upon making love as
the occupation of fools is guilty
of contempt of court and should
be treated accordingly.
say Baker is col-
lecting old knockers. '''
" I know it. I've met his
wife."
OPEN TO CONVICTION.
A COUPLE OF SPOONBILLS ON THEIR
HONEYMOON.
" Ah, beloved, at last we are alone! "
" Yes; far from the rubbering crowd! "
A Gift without the Giver
By PORTER EMERSON BROWNE
(Author of " Daly, the Troubadour," "The Prodigal," and other stories,)
8..0WLY and bashfully, yet insistently, Mr.
Flannigan thrust his two hundred and thirty
pounds between a fat lady with many
bundles and a thin lady without any, and
fronted, in diffident desperation, the tired
saleswoman, worn with Christmas shoppers
and fool questions.
"I want to git, " he said mechanically, for it was
the eleventh time that he had repeated the remark in
that one store, " a prisint for a ilderly gintleman."
"Phonographs only at this counter," returned the
saleslady. "Do you want one of them?"
Mr. Flannigan rubbed a scraggy chin with a stumpy
finger.
" No," he said; and then, " What are they?"
" There's one playing now — at the end of the coun-
ter, there, ' ' returned the saleswoman. ' ' C-a-a-a-a-a-ash !
Say, Looey, d'yer
wanter keep this
lady waitin' all
night?"
Mr. Flannigan
edged his way
through throngs
of clustering fem-
ininity, obsessed
with the lust of
shopping, to the
end of the coun-
ter, and there re-
mained for a long
three minutes.
Then he edged his
way back again.
"How much
are they?" he de-
manded of the
saleslady.
" All the way
from eleven-fifty
up," was the re-
sponse. " Records
is twenty-five, fif-
ty, seventy - five
and one dollar —
some one-fifty."
" Give me a
'liven-fifty wan,"
requested Mr.
Flannigan.
"How many
records?" asked THE LATEST
the «lrh Another case of
" Six — twinty-foive-cint wans."
" Any particular toons or recitations?"
" Pick me out some good, frish wans; thot's all."
And it was done.
******
It was not without excitement that, on Christmas
morning, Mr. Kerrigan opened the large wooden box
that contained the phonograph, and picked therefrom a
card. This he took to the only window in the flat that
admitted more than a semblance of daylight, and read:
To Mr. Martin Kerrigan,
from his old friend,
W. J. Flannigan.
MIRRY CHRISMUS.
Then he looked in the box.
" Now phwhat th' divvle!" he said; and then, " Ho-
noria, Honoria!
Phwhat d'yuh
make av this?
Dom'd if Flanni-
gan ain't sint me
a tin horn and six
boxes av talcum
powdher ! Be hiv-
ins! avalltn'"—
But one glance
solved the mys-
tery for his eru-
dite and sophisti-
cated offspring.
"Oh!" she
cried delightedly,
"it's a phony-
graft!"
"A whatty-
graft?" queried
her father puz-
zledly. " Though
y e z c ' n thrust
Flannigan for get-
tin' nixt to anny
old koind av a
graft there is
aroond."
"It's a phony-
graft!" repeated
his daughter. "It
makes tunes and
things that sound
like real music.
ARRIVAL. Oh, let's try it!
swelled head. Shall we?"
Her father grunted.
"Hilp yuhself," he
said; "go as far as yez
loikes. * * * Phwhy
diV he sind me a gallon
av Mon'gahela loike Oi
sint him. Flannigan's a
good felly, but he ain't
got anny sinse, and always
was."
Trying to hide his in-
terest, and succeeding but
indifferently well, he
watched his daughter as-
semble the component
parts of his Christmas
gift. And anon she turned
to him.
"There!" she said.
"It's all ready. Shall I
turn it on, or will you?"
"You c'n be th' shtart-
er," he said, withlofty in-
difference; and, with a
little giggle of delighted
anticipation, she turned
the lever.
At first there was but
a raucous churning, and
then a vague and non-un-
derstandable announce-
ment, given in a metallic
baritone. Then a few
more throaty revolutions,
and there came from the
mouth of the horn :
" Dhrunk again, eh, ye big gaby?"
The next few words were lost in the sudden and
angry " Phwhat's thot?" that came from the thin lips
of Mr. Kerrigan.
There followed from the phonograph :
" Don't talk to me, ye fat ould blathershkite! Yuh
folks would have been doin' this counthry a koindness
av they had shtrangled yez at burth. Yez ain't good
f'r nothin' — yez don't know nothin' — yez are a disgrace
to humanity and a practickle joke on mankoind!"
" Ain't it grand!" exclaimed his daughter; but Mr.
Kerrigan raised a clenched hand warningly.
" L'ave it finish," he commanded; " 1'ave it finish.
Thot's all. Just 1'ave it finish."
On chattered the phonograph blithely :
" So ye're gittin' mad, are ye, ye pin-headed ould
omadhoun? G'wan! Yez couldn't lick a postage
stamp! Yez ain't got loife enough tuh turn over in
bed! You foight? Huh! Me ould gran'mother licks
eight loike yez ivery marnin' before breakfast, just to
git a appetoite! You foight? Don't make me laff!"
And that was all. For out the window went the
phonograph, there sent by one blow from the heavy fist
of the enraged Mr. Kerrigan.
" Oh, father!" cried the girl, in surprised tearfulness.
HIS OWN INTEREST AT HEART.
" Why did Conem advise Smith's daughter to go abroad
and study music ? He knows she has no talent."
"Why, you ought to be wise. He lives next door to
Smith."
"Don't 'Oh, father!'
me!"stqrmed her parent,
as he reached wrathfully
for his hat. " Not aven
a dom'd machine c'n talk
to me loike thot an' git
away wid it! An' as for
that scut Flannigan "•
* * *
It was afterward de-
clared, by those who were
fortunate enough to see it,
to be one of the prettiest
impromptu little affairs of
its kind that one may ever
hope to witness.
It lasted only one round,
to be sure; but that one
round endured for full fif-
teen minutes by the bar-
tender's watch, and he
was not the man to exag-
gerate.
That same gentleman
gave out the decision that
it was a draw, though sev-
eral spectators asserted
that the fight was clearly
Mr. Flannigan's on points.
Nor did there spring
from it a feud. For after
the battle, you know, there
was ample time and ample
leisure for explanation and
elucidation; and the bar-
tender, who was a large
man and who had a phonograph of his own, undertook,
and successfully, to pour oil on the troubled waters,
the while putting beefsteak on a troubled eye.
******
Mr. Flannigan slowly, twingingly, reached for the
Mon'gahela bottle.
"Th' nixt toime Oi give a Chris'mas prisint loike
thot," he declared, " it'll be to a Orangey, on Saint
Pathrick's Day; and Oi'll know what Oi'm givin', be
hivins! * * * Pass th' pitcher, Martin. That's th'
b'y."
Fairly Good Size.
tt W HEARD that your rich uncle gave you a good-
sized check for Christmas," says the man with
the sharp nose and the interrogative eyes.
"Yes," answers the man with the square chin and
the glad smile.
" I suppose as rich a man as he is could send you a
pretty big check?"
" Yes. This was a good-sized one, for a fact."
" If it's a fair question, how big was it?"
" Three inches wide by eight inches long — he has
them engraved for himself specially, you know."
Reflections of Uncle Ezra
By ROY K. MOULTON
NOBODY ever knows a poet is alive until he is
dead.
I see a New York woman has offered a prize
for the best skin food. The best skin food I
know of is oranges or bananners.
Why are folks makin' so much fuss about the great
achievement of buildin' a tunnel under the East River?
It would be a blame sight more remarkable if somebody
should build a tunnel over it.
Most of the big guns in the navy are smooth bores,
and, by heck! most of the big guns in politics are
smooth bores, too.
There was a poker party to Anse Hilliker's house one
night last week, and they used cold pancakes for chips.
While Anse was dealin' a hand, his youngest kid slipped
up behind him and ate up $33.65.
Elmer Spink stuttered something fierce and wanted
to cure it, so he got married and hasn't had a chance to
stutter since.
If you want to find out for sure whether you are a
great writer, write a book and lyrics for a musical
comedy. If some manager produces it you are not a
great writer.
About the mostem-
barrassin' thing I
know of is for a feller
to accidentally drop
his false teeth in the
soup at a church oys-
ter supper.
The styles in plug
hats change so often
that a feller can hard-
ly wear one more than
once or twice before
it is away behind the
times. Hod Peters
only wore his once —
the time Grover Cleve-
land was first elected
— and it ain't in style
at all now.
Methuselah ain't
entitled to so much
credit, after all, when
we stop to think there
were no forty-candle-
power oatmobiles
chasin' around the as-
phalt in his day and
age.
Almost everything
has a mission in life,
exceptin' mission fur-
niture.
Out here in the tall
sance is mostly confined to the old women. Grandma
Whipple is 109 years of age, and has smoked and Fletch-
erized the weed all the days of her life.
The trouble with an oatmobile is that when it gets
to be six months old it is nine years behind the style.
Hank Tumms says his wife's coffee is so bad that
there are plenty of grounds for divorce.
Hod Peters has a new fall suit. William Tibbitts
has started it agin him for a grocery bill.
William Tibbitts, our popular and congenial grocery-
man, has got a new stock of thermometers, but ain't
sellin' many of them. Any feller that has to go and
rubber at a thermometer to find out whether he is hot or
cold, must be a plumb fool.
Uncle Eben Harkins got a photograph of his brother
out West the other day, but throwed it away, thinkin'
somebody had sent him a comic valentine.
Hank Purdy says the difference between a clock and
a woman is that a clock will run itself down if it gets
a chance, and a woman will run somebody else down.
City folks don't have to can fruit like us country
folks do, bekuz they can find plenty of preserved peaches
in the choruses of
the musical - comical
shows.
There is a special
job for shorthand writ-
ers in heaven. They
have to turn in and
help the recordin' an-
gel every four years
durin' the national
campaigns.
An Author's
Christinas.
«« \MELL, Scrib-
bler, old boy,
how did Santa use
you?"
" Not very gen-
erously. I got three
rejections, two dollars
for a joke and a dun
from the butcher."
the
grass the smoke nui- Jane and
A VERY MODERN CHH D.
Fatter— '^Tommy, what do you want for Ch istmas this year ?''
Tommy — " I'm going to ask Santa Claus to gi> e me a divorce, 'cai
ud I have quarreled so much latelv. "
«t|»ROWN is
" most narrow-
minded man I ever
met."
"So?"
" Yes. Whenever
two thoughts get into
his head at the same
time they bump into
each other."
THE JOURNEY'S BEGINNING.
WHEN the good saint sails from the very north
To the shore where his steeds are standing,
The wild waves sing like a deep bassoon,
And the ice-floes clash and the sea-gulls croon,
And the weird lights flash to his fleet balloon,
As it flits toward the frozen landing.
And a mermaid blows him a far-off kiss,
On a wave-tossed ice-floe rocking;
And she sighs to a seal, as she strokes its back,
" There goes old Kris, with a bulging pack,
But why should he stop for us, alack !
When none of us wears a stocking ?"
BUBOES JOHNSON.
The Surprise
By LURANA W. SHELDON
THE WEEK before Christmas Hezekiah Appleby
took his neighbor, Deacon White, into his con-
fidence.
" It's a leetle lonesome at home, deacon,"
he began. " Now that Maria is married an' livin' up
at Pickleville, an' Amos is away tew school, me an'
Hannah ain't as chipper as we mout be, an' I wuz think-
in" I'd like tew brighten things up a bit fer Christmas.
Make it a leetle more as it used tew be," he added.
The deacon chewed a straw reflectively, and a nod
of the head showed that he appreciated the situation.
" Yew know how ther children used tew s'prise us
with presents on Christmas Day?" went on Hezekiah.
" Tew be sure they used tew," was the answer, with
another nod.
" Wa-al, I wuz thinkin' I'd s'prise Hannah jest that
there way," said Hezekiah, a little sheepishly. " 'Pears
tew me 'twould brighten things up a leetle an' kinder
keep us younger in our minds than jest a-settin' thinkin'
of how things used tew be."
" I coincide with them there idees of yours, Brother
Appleby," remarked the deacon with emphasis.
"There's nothin' freshens the interest in life like a sur-
prise. Have yew thought up what ther surprise is tew
be, Hezekiah?"
The farmer stroked his chin whiskers softly. The
sheepishness had left his face and his eyes were twink-
ling.
"That there is ther drawback," he said softly. "I
can't think of a doggoned thing that Hannah wants.
Yew kin call her a curus woman that way. Ef yew
should ask her a dozen times a day ef there wuz any-
thing she wanted, she'd say every time, ' There ain't
nothin' except I'd like tew have ther children back fer
a leetle while.' Of course 'tain't in reason tew expect
that, but what I'm tew give Hannah is ther question. I
'lowed yew mout help me out, deacon. That's why I let
yew intew ther secret."
" I won't tell," said the deacon, and ^then a twinkle
came into his own eyes as he asked,
" How'd a big Brahma rooster suit yew, Hezekiah?
I know Mis Appleby wants one, 'cause she told my wife
near a month ago she 'lowed she'd get another."
" Where'd I git one?" asked Hezekiah quickly. " Yew
don't want tew part with none of yours, dew yew?"
" I reckon I would ef yew are dead sot on bavin*
him," said the deacon, putting his hand up to his mouth
to hide a smile from his neighbor. " I've got a big'
feller yew kin have fer a dollar-fifty. That is cheap-
er'n dirt, but bein' it's yew "
" I'll take it, an' I'm obleeged tew yew," interrupt-
ed the other, as he drew out a bandanna and extracted
some money from one corner.
The very next day after this conversation Deacon
White met Hannah Appleby as she was walking home
from a quilting bee at the parsonage.
" Coin' tew be a sorter gloomy Christmas fer yew,
Mis Appleby, ain't it?" he asked, after the greetings.
A DISCONCERTING QUESTION.
Father—" Wasn't Santa Claus good to bring you all these things?"
Johnny Cquayeringly, and looking earnestly at his trains of cars, tin soldiers, games, books, sets of blocks, patrol
cms, mechanical toys, plaster schoolhouses, Noah's Arks, music boxes, toy phonographs, trolley cars, Teddy Bears,
picture cards, candy boxes, soldier suits, bows and arrows, toy gun», and other things too numerous to mention)—
Y« j but ain't you an' ma goin' ter give me nothin' f"
7'- . '
IN ARIZONA.
Santa Ctaus — " Mighty Michael ! This is the last Christ-
inas delivery I'll make in a country that's too hot for reindeer."
"Yes, it is, deacon; an' I wuz jest a-wonderin' how
I could brighten it a leetle," confessed the lady.
" 'Tain't so hard fer me as it is fer Hezekiah," she
added. "Poor man! He misses ther children somethin'
awful!"
" Why don't yew surprise him with a Christmas
present?" asked the deacon, as he inspected a snow-
bank at the side of the road. "Yew know how ther
children used tew dew. Git him a Christmas gift, an'
don't let him know nothin' about it until Christmas
mornin'."
" What'll I git him, deacon?" asked Mrs. Appleby,
with her face brightening. " That's ther blessedest
suggestion yew ever made," she added.
" How'd a big Brahma rooster do?" asked the deacon,
still inspecting the snow-bank.
"The very thing! Yew couldn't have thought of
anything better!" exclaimed Mrs. Appleby.
" I'll let yew have one of mine," said the deacon,
" the biggest one on ther place, fer a dollar-fifty. Is
that tew steep, Mis Appleby?"
" It's a good price fer a rooster as roosters go, but
mebbe he's worth it," said Mrs. Appleby thoughtfully.
" I'll take him, deacon, an' here's the money. Mind
yew don't" hint nothin' tew Hezekiah, now!"
The deacon nodded, pocketed the sum, and said good-
day soon after.
The day before Christmas Hezekiah became almost
hilarious in his demeanor. The anticipation of Han-
nah's surprise had already made him feel younger, and
in the afternoon he visited the village store and bought
a yard of red ribbon.
" I reckon yew mout tie this here ribbon around ther
Brahma somehow when yew send him over tew-morrer,
deacon," he whispered, when he discovered his neighbor
in the back yard of his home sawing a few logs for the
fireplace.
" I'll tie it on, but I won't promise it'll stay," was
the answer, and Hezekiah was too elated to notice that
the deacon was a little uneasy in his manner.
. Christmas morning, while Hezekiah was doing the
chores, Hannah slipped over to the deacon's.
" Here's a holly wreath," she said, taking it out from
under her apron. " I made it myself. Can't yew git it
over ther Brahma's head somehow, deacon? It'll look
jest that much more Christmassy."
"I'll try," was the answer, and the deacon looked
more disturbed than ever, but Hannah was in such a
hurry that she could not possibly observe it.
When the chores were done and the dishes washed,
Hezekiah and Hannah repaired to the sitting-room.
They were both thinking of the surprise they had
planned, when Deacon White's hired man came up the
walk, carrying a bushel basket.
" Here's your Christmas present, Hannah!" Hezekiah
CAUGHT WITH THE GOODS ON.
remarked gayly as the door opened, and
at the same moment Hannah called out
gleefully, " Here's a leetle s'prise fer
yew, Hezekiah!"
Then the cover of the basket burst off,
and a big Brahma rooster attempted to
fly out, but his wings were hampered so
by a yard of red ribbon and a wreath of
holly that he only flopped out helplessly.
The hired man disappeared before ex-
planations were forthcoming. Hannah
told her story first as she disentangled the
rooster.
" I thought yew'd like him, an' I jest
put ther wreath on him fer fun," she
began.
" An' I bought him fer yew, an' I put
ther ribbon on him fer ther same rea-
son," broke in Hezekiah.
Then they stared at each other.
" How much did yew pay fer him?"
asked Hezekiah.
" A dollar an' fifty cents, cash down,"
was the answer.
Her husband did not make any com-
ment, but sat and stroked his whiskers
gently.
" I reckon I'd better see ther deacon
erbout it," said she, after a minute, but
Hezekiah stopped her.
" We'll jest enjoy our s'prise, both on
us, lew-day," he said slowly; " an' tew-
morrer, when I'm feelin' a leetle less
happy, I 'low I'll make it a p'int tew see ther deacon
myself, Hannah!"
A Humane Man.
OHE HANDED him his evening clothes. They had
*^ been packed away all summer with a moth-exter-
minating compound. As the odor of tar and camphor
assailed him, his face grew sad.
" What troubles you, dear?" asked the wife.
" I am thinking of these clothes."
" It seems to me that you ought to look pleased.
There are certainly no moths in them."
"It's my sympathetic nature," said the man. "I
cannot help it. Sometimes it leads me to absurd ex-
tremes, as in the present instance. Of course I'm glad
the moths are gone, but," he added, with a deep sigh,
" they must have found it a horrible death!"
One Left.
« OANTA GLAUS brought me a little baby sister
^^ for Christmas," confides the small girl from
next door.
" He did? That was fine!" answers the neighbor.
"Yes; an' it's th' only present me an' Freddie got
that papa hasn't broken already windin' it up an' show-
in' us how it runs."
AN INQUISITIVE MIND.
'I wonder what that ball is down there?'
Color-blind.
By JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.
I
M
color-blind as I can be —
I know not red from green.
I could not tell an amber sea
From one that's plain marine.
I could not tell you if you asked the color of my ink,
But well I know, though blind I be, that Phyllis's cheek
is pink.
When sunset paints the evening skies
In wondrous symphonies,
And all the prism seems to rise
From out the misty seas,
I know not one from t'other, but I need not e'er be told,
Despite this awful blindness, that my Phyllis's hair is
gold.
When autumn comes upon the scene,
And with her frosty brush
Turns all the tender summer green
On hedge, and tree and bush
To gorgeous, flashing hues that seem by Titian's genius
spread,
I know it not, but I can see that Phyllis's lips are red.
And when the broad and kindly dome
Of heaven rears above,
And speaks of that supernal home
Where dwells eternal love,
They tell me it is blue, and I believe the story true,
For have I not rejoiced to know that Phyllis's eyes were
blue?
CHRISTMAS JOY FOR THE GROCER
1. Mrs. Nibble samples everything in sight
The Hairoic Poet.
By W. D. NESBIT.
HE WROTE a sonnet to his lady's hair.
He vowed that it was finer than spun
gold;
That summer sunshine could not be more fair,
For it the sunshine's rarest gleams could
hold.
He sighed full deeply in his sore despair
Because he could not get the praises told
Of her bright ringlets, which had formed a
snare
To mesh his heart within their argent fold.
Alas! One day a willful gust of wind
Came pranking by and left her head all
bare!
No more in praise of curls his lute he'll pitch,
For that bold breeze, ungentle and unkind,
Had proven to him that concerning hair
He did not know exactly which was switch.
Felt the After-effects Coming.
, WILLIE!" exclaimed the little girl
next door, " come on over and help me
play with my Christmas things."
"Don't bother me now! I just had my
Christmas dinner, and I want to be left alone!"
Crawford — " What do you expect to get for
Christmas?"
Uncle 'Rastus — " Six months ef I's dun gits
kotched wif deae chickuns."
Getting Even.
. KILLJOY awakens along about three
o'clock Christmas morning, and to
his great surprise sees Santa Claus at his
bedside.
" What are you doing here?" he asks.
"I have brought you," says Santa, "a
yellow necktie with cross stripes of pink,
a pipe that you can't smoke, some cigars
made of vegetables that originally were in-
tended for stewing, a pair of slippers that
would fit hams, a bathrobe that you can't
get into and half a dozen smeary-looking
Christmas cards."
"What! Why in the name of time do
you unload that junk on me? Why don't
you give me something worth having?"
"Because," Santa retorted fiercely,
" you've been going around among the chil-
dren for a month or so, telling them there
isn't any such man as Santa Claus."
All the Same.
«« ^Af HAT is the size of your large men's
»* handkerchiefs?" asks the shopper.
"They are just the same size as the
small men's handkerchiefs, madam," ex-
plains the affable salesperson. " The size
of the man doesn't make any difference in
his handkerchief."
-And then orders a pint of cranberries delivered at once.
Under the Christmas Tree
By JOHN KENDRICK BANGS
^ WjrULLO, Trumpy !" said the Tin Soldier to the
•*• Trumpet, as he looked around him to see
JL A who had come to sit in the shade of Bob-
bie's Christmas Tree on Christmas Eve.
" When did you blow in?"
" I came with the Rubber Band early in the evening,
but I don't think I shall stay," replied the Trumpet.
"What's the matter? Anything gone wrong?"
asked the Tin Soldier.
" No; but the leader wants me to play duets with
the Shoe Horn, and he has no music in his sole," said
the Trumpet, with a wink at the
Monkey-on-a-Stick.
" He's stronger on his upper
notes than you are," said the
Toy Cannon; "but I don't won-
der at your leaving. I'm going
to resign myself. I want to do
it before I am discharged."
" I wish you Toys would shut
up," said the Wooden Noah,
sticking his head out of the Ark.
" You've waked up the Jack
Rabbit with your noise, and he's
kicked the Elephant out of
bed."
" Well, what if he has?
Can't the Elephant put a sofa
cushion on his trunk and go to
sleep on that?" demanded the
Monkey-on-a-Stick.
"I never thought of that,"
said Noah.
" You naturally wouldn't,
with your wooden head," said
the Tin Soldier. " Say, what are you, anyhow — Georgia
Pine?"
" No; I'm rather Spruce just at present," said Noah,
with a broad smile at his own joke.
" Gee ! What a joke !" cried the Monkey-on-a-Stick.
" If that's the best you can do, I should think you'd feel
like a chestnut."
"Let him alone, Monk," put in the French Doll.
" He can't help his jokes. Of course they come out of
the Ark."
AN UNFORTUNATE WISH.
To t'inkdat all last summerl wanted a job like dis!'
"All right, Tow-head," returned the Monkey-on-8-
Stick. " He's a cousin of yours, ain't he?"
" Not that I know of," said the Doll. " What made
you think so?"
" Oh, somebody told me you both had the same saw-
dust in your veins," said the Monkey.
" Oh, well," said the Doll amiably, " you'll be in the
family yourself pretty soon, I reckon."
"What! Me?" said the Monkey.
" Yes, you!" returned the Doll. " Anybody can see
that you are stuck on a stick."
" Well, I don't have to be
punched in the chest before I
can be got to talk," retorted the
Monkey. " Why, look who's
here!" he added, as the Teddy
Bear came along. " Old Button-
Eyes! What's bruin, Teddy?"
" Trouble for anybody in this
crowd that sasses my fiance'e,"
growled the Bear, putting both
arms around the French Doll and
glaring at the Monkey.
"She's your honey, eh?"
laughed the Monkey.
"That's what!" said the
Bear, giving Flaxilocks a good
hug.
" Must be made of beeswax!"
grinned the Monkey.
The Teddy Bear made a jump
for the Monkey-on-a-Stick, and
in less than a minute the two
were engaged in a rough-and-
tumble fight that so alarmed
everybody that the Whistle blew three blasts, summon-
ing the little red Patrol Wagon ; and that is why, when
he woke up the next morning, Bobbie found the Monkey
and the Teddy Bear inside the small toy Station House
that his Uncle Bill had asked Santa Claus to leave
under the tree for him.
« |F THE President dies who gets the job?"
* "The Vice-President."
"No; the undertaker."
A JOINT DEBATE.
How Quiet Reigned
By HENRY JAMES
I, YES," replied the groom, smiling sadly, " we
had a quiet holiday wedding. The ever-truthful
papers remarked it at the time. Still, it might have
been quieter, perhaps. There is nothing like a little
foresight, and we had guarded against any fuss, and
particularly wanted to get away from the house without
a burst of acclaim.
" Well, we knew there would be a bunch at the door
with rice and stuff, so I had fixed a ladder at the window
of the room in which the presents were cold-storaged,
and had an auto waiting in the alley. The ladder worked
fine, but just as I was lifting Lucy off, the thing lost its
balance and fell across the conservatory. They say you
can hear a pin drop. You can, by a reasonable amount
of listening, hear a ladder drop across a conservatory.
The old folks hadn't been let in on the ladder part of the
scheme, and didn't tumble with it. The old lady looked
into the room, saw the open window, retreated so rapidly
that she knocked a set of presentation china off the table
and then, getting to
the head of the stairs,
yelled 'Burglars!' to
the guests, and rolled
all the way down into
their midst. Papa-in-
law rushed out and
fired a couple of shots
at us before we could
establish relationship.
Now most of these in-
cidents were more or
less audible. Some-
body telephoned for
the police, and a patrol
wagon came gonging
up just as the auto be-
gan to move. Before
we'd got a real good
start, the chauffeur
ran into a milk wag-
on, overturning it and
shattering a million
bottles; and what this
didn't do toward mar-
ring the quietude we
had devised, the lan-
guage of the milkman
seemed likely to do.
While I was trying to
pacify him and telling
him to hush before he
had mussed a festal
occasion all up, a cop-
per arrested me and
the chauffeur for be-
ing on the wrong side
of the street, and the
wedding guests who came to bail us out brought a subsi-
dized Salvation Army band with them.
" Oh, it was a quiet wedding, all right. Call around
and see us. Lucy is over the hysterics caused by the
depressing 'calm of the function. But don't say anything
about this quiet business, will you? Lucy might have a
relapse."
No Hard Feelings.
/"DOMING to a sudden stop, the driver of the automo-
^"^ bile jumps out of his machine and runs back to
where his victims lie upon the ground. But one of them
is alive, and he is seriously hurt.
"I'm profoundly sorry this happened," says the man
from the automobile, " but it was an accident I could
not avoid. I am deeply sorry, and I hope you will allow
me to settle whatever damages there are, and that you
will not feel harshly toward me."
" It's all right, friend," sighs the surviving victim.
" That other man was
my rich uncle and I
am his only heir, and,
besides, I have been
carrying a hundred-
dollar-a-week accident
policy for ten years.
This is the first time
I could ever get ac-
tion on it. If your
machine is broken, I'll
pay half the repair
bill."
Thwarted Her.
«| BELIEVE, just
* for a joke,"
says the wife, " that
I'll show you folks the
love-letter John sent
me with his first
Christmas present to
me."
"Yes, do," sug-
gests John grimly,
winking at the guests ;
" and I'll go up to the
attic and get that
hand-painted necktie
you sent me at the
same time."
A WASTE OF DAYS.
Boss — " What are you crying about?1'
Office boy — " My grandmother's dead, at»d she's going to be
buried on a holiday !"
«| WASHED my
*- hair to-day."
" And now a load
is off your mind."
The Reporter's Christmas Story
By F. P. PITZER
IT WAS Christmas Eve!
Snowflakes were falling thick and fast.
In front of an old rustic church, boxes of matches
in his little white hands, stood a boy.
He had been standing there many hours, but no one
seemed to pay any attention to his feeble cry of " A-ny
mat-ches, boss?" The little fellow in the tattered
garments was passed by unnoticed.
Poor lad ! There he was out in the cold, while other
little boys were in their warm, comfortable homes, sur-
rounded by happy relatives and friends, with a big
Christmas tree loaded with costly gifts. And here in
the cold stood an honest little fellow, whose one thought
was to earn a few pennies with which to make his
mother's lonely heart happy on this eventful night.
The poor match-boy had almost despaired, when he
espied, coming down the street, a well-dressed man, his
head concealed beneath a high silk tile, the lower part
of his face buried in the warm astrakhan collar of a
costly overcoat.
On reaching the boy he stopped. At last the shiver-
ing little salesman met one who sympathized with
him.
" My boy, why are you out in this treacherous
weather, selling matches?"
In a few words the lad told his pitiful tale. The
man's heart had been reached. Tears trickled down his
ice-cold cheeks. He put his hand in his inside coat
pocket, extracted therefrom a fat wallet and was about
to hand the youngster a crisp ten-dollar bill, when there
came a cry of—" COPY!"
Accordingly the writer of this story had to cut it
short abruptly, as it was almost time for the paper to
go to press and all specials had to go in at once.
And thus a poor boy was robbed of a large sum of
money, simply because a reporter had to cut his copy
short in order to satisfy a waiting compositor.
Such is fate !
¥T IS not surprising, considering the varied number of
typewriting machines on the market, that literature
should become somewhat mechanical.
JU '&
PUBLIC VICE.
" Lave th' Prisidint attind th' juties he's elicted fur, says I. But whin it comes t' takin' a
wallop out av th' wrong-doin's, I says, av th' mallyfactories, thot's th' worruk. says I. av th' Vice-
Prisidint"
THE ROMANCE OF A PAIR OF SKATES.
1. The affinity.
2. Love's sweet dream.
Pinkerton's Charity.
By JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.
IT WAS a raw, stormy night. Mr. Pinkerton was
walking home from the club, after a fine dinner
that put him on good terms with himself and with
the world, when he was accosted by a big, burly chap,
who requested financial assistance.
" Say, mister, can't ye help a pore feller what's lost
his leg?" the beggar whined, as Pinkerton passed along.
"Lost a leg?" retorted Pinkerton, eying the man
suspiciously. " Why, you have two legs, haven't you?"
To all. appearances the man certainly had.
"Yes, sir," returned the beggar, with 8 mournful
smile that stirred Pinkerton's heart. " I've got two of
'em left, sir; but my best one — ah, that is gone forever!
I lost it in a railway accident, sir."
" For heaven's sake, what were you before this ca-
tastrophe happened?" cried Pinkerton. " A centipede?"
" No, sir. Just a plain, ordinary human bein', sir.
The leg I lost, sir, was a wooden one, sir, and it used to
excite a lot o' sympathy when I got it strapped on. It
was worth four dollars a day to me, that leg was ; but,
now it's gone, I'm the dead-brokest beggar in ninety-
seven counties," explained the beggar.
Whereupon Pinkerton gave the fellow a dollar. This
at first seems an extravagant sum to give to a man like
that, but in this case it was not so, for Pinkerton is a
writer by trade, and he knew he could put the incident
into words and sell it to some editor for ten or eleven
dollars.
His Impression.
it VTES," said the fair young thing; " that Christmas
* punch you just tasted is made from a recipe
that has been treasured in the family for centuries.
The earliest authentic record we have of it was in the
lifetime of my great-great-ever-so-great-grandfather,
whose suit of armor stands in the hall."
"If he drank much of that punch," observes the
young man, who has had two glasses of it, " he must
have wished he was wearing that armor on his inside
instead of his outside."
till
3. Married.
4. Divorced.
Cheese It.
A PIECE of irony sufficiently delicate to be worthy of quotation
^* recently came from a New York critic. An aspiring young
poet, who had met the critic in question, wrote a satire in emulation
of Homer's " Battle of the Frogs and Mice." The young poet thought
he would go " one better " than Homer, and described in most realistic
style the warfare between two factions of mites inhabiting a piece of
cheese.
He sent the manuscript to the critic with a request for that dis-
tinguished person's opinion. In a few days the answer came.
" My dear sir," wrote the critic, " I have read your satire and am
delighted with it. You are worthy to be called the Gorgon-Zola of
literature."
MISTLETOE helps the man who helps himself.
Her lips were like a red, red rose,
Like stars her eyes of blue ;
Her neck was like the graceful swan's.
I loved her. Wouldn't you ?
DRAMATIC POSSIBILITIES.
"Don't stand there looking like a fool.
Run and get a moving-picture man — I'm
going to fall !"
Where Mamma Lost.
«« AUNT EMMY," said the little
angel, " mamma has thought of
the nicest kind of a present for you."
" Has she?" asked Aunt Emmy, who
was nearly forty, but looked thirty-five
and said she was twenty-eight.
" Yes; she said it would be the best
thing in the world if Santa Claua would
only bring you a husband."
It was at that moment that Aunt
Emmy concluded to send her sister-in-
law a nice, inexpensive Christmas card
instead of the silver punch bowl she
had selected.
In the Days of the Past.
HAND in hand, with the march of
time,
Come many sweeping changes.
The stoves that prehistoric man once
used
Were simply mountain ranges.
Nuts for Santa To Crack
By PERRINE LAMBERT
THE Twentieth Cen-
tury youngster
carefully placed a
new ribbon in his type-
writer, oiled the
machine thoroughly and
began :
DEAR SANTA GLAUS
— I have about every-
thing I want or need
this Christmas, and in
lieu of a collection of
gifts I wish you would
deliver the answers to
a number of questions
which have bewildered
me almost from my
infancy.
How can you possibly
get down our chimney,
when I experienced
great difficulty in con-
vincing sister's pet
poodle that the trip could be made successfully?
Why do you give so many presents to those who have
money to buy them, and so few to those who cannot
spare the money?
How do you manage to sail over oceans, mountains
and housetops, when my natural history is suspiciously
silent on the subject of reindeers' wings?
What excuse can you
offer for bringing fa-
ther something for
mother's house, and pre-
senting mother with a
gift for her personal use
only?
Why do you stack
your collection of toys
in the stores, thus al-
lowing the children to
see them long before
the holidays?
How is it that you
can appear simulta-
neously in the toy sec-
tions of the various de-
partment stores?
Why do you live at
the North Pole, when it
is an accepted fact that
the best toys are made
in Germany?
Don't you feel silly sleighing in Florida, where there
isn't any snow?
And as the final question, but not necessarily the
most unimportant one, why do you keep your clothes anrl
whiskers in that old trunk in our storeroom?
Anxiously yours,
CHALMOT GUNSON, JR.
The Remnant of a Man
By FRANK R. WALTON
THE SPEAKER said, " Lend me your ears!"
I loaned 'em, though I had my fears.
Oh, such a world of wicked men !
I never got 'em back again.
The ears he had seemed very fine — •
Why should the rascal care for mine?
I riveted my eyes on him,
And then my sight grew very dim.
The rivets he could not undo,
Although he tried a week or two!
I'm sure you will not feel surprised
When I remark I miss thoae eyes.
Soon after at a dinner gay
I gave my arm to young Miss May.
She thought it was a souvenir!
You see, I haven't got it here.
She took my arm, but left my sleeve.
It's hollow, as you will perceive.
For young Miss May I ceased to care,
And fell in love with Rose, so fair.
I lost my heart with courtly gravity —
An old tin can now fills the cavity !
I put some beets inside the can —
I'm sure that was a hearty plan.
I married Rose ! It must be told
She proved to be an awful scold.
She took my head off ! That was sad !
It was the only one I had !
Oh, I'm a remnant of a man !
Deny it, reader, if you can.
Double-pointed. As She Is Spoke.
Begs—" Jack says my mouth is the prettiest he has « |ZZY, you come by the house in."
ever seen." * "No, I don't."
Frank—" Indeed? Well, I'll put mine up against it " Yes, you did. "
anytime." " Why did I?"
How To Make Christmas Presents at Home
(The first of our famous and helpful " How To Make" series.)
By F. P. PITZER
A TEETHING RING FOR BABY.
KEEP an old liverwurst in a cool place for a day
or so, and then rivet the ends together. Then
cover the whole with wursted — oh, pshaw ! we
mean worsted— wrapping it around as closely
and tightly as possible. This will prevent the liver-
wurst from biting the baby.
COLOGNE BOTTLE HOLDER.
First have a first-class tailor take the measurements
of the bottle. Then take a silk sock — one can be found
in almost any eight-dollar-a-week clerk's washing — and
cut off at the top where the garter generally takes a
grip with its tin teeth. Then cut a few holes in the top
and run some baby ribbon through them, so that the
opening can be readily tightened or loosed. Into the
holder thus made slip the bottle. If the bag is lined
with banana skins, the bottle will slip in more easily.
If it is to be used to hold a flask instead of a cologne
bottle, never mind the baby ribbon or the sock.
A JEWEL CASE.
Get a cube of limburger cheese, and with a stiletto
cut out the insides and line with zinc. Cover the out-
side with wallpaper. Sprinkle the interior with Towne's
Remarkable Hair Grower. (For sale at this office.
Well recommended by such shaggy-haired funny fellows
as Bill Nye, R. K. Munkittrick, J. K. Bangs, W. J.
Lampton and others too humorous to mention.) In a
few days the grower will cause hair to sprout out on all
sides and make a fine, soft lining. Building the box
from cheese makes it stronger and a scentsible gift.
A BUTTON HOLDER.
Cut the stiff bosom from your father's or husband's
best shirt. Tie a ribbon to the name plate at the bot-
tom, and then, rolling it upward, tie the same through
the excavation where his dollar-twenty-five stud usually
rests. Close up the sides of the cylinder thus made
with sausage skin, and cut a hole in the top just large
enough to admit a button. Do not make it too large, or
it might admit cigar stumps, ashes, cuds of tobacco or
other emblems of masculine civilization. Baby ribbon
can dangle all around it, like a Boer's whiskers. When
finished, varnish the whole thing with maple syrup.
This syrup will catch and hold any burglarious flies that
might call to steal some of the buttons.
BOOK-MARKERS.
Perhaps the best book-markers we have ever seen
were ten chubby little bread-and-jam-covered fingers
that evaded its nurse and walked up the shelves of our
bookcase one day. But, of course, every one hasn't
these little fingers in the house, so we give the follow-
ing more simple method of making a handy book-
marker. Cut a piece of birch bark from an elephant's
hide, two inches wide and four inches long. Any ele-
phant will stand long enough to permit you to carve a
piece of hide from his envelope. He may strike you
with his trunk, but he will soon tire of this After you
AN ARCTIC CIRCLE.
have cut out a piece of the proper size, chew on one end
of it until it has the resemblance of fringe, and then
with a red-hot poker burn an appropriate motto in the
left-hand corner, such as "Damn the Trusts," "Let
Well Enough Alone," " Stand Pat," or other quotation
appropriate for a quiet home. Do not burn these mot-
toes in the hide before it is taken from the elephant.
We know of only one man who tried to do this, and now
he is in a place where his pok^r stays continually red-
hot.
The Stuttering Sonneteer.
Soulful Songs of the Humble Counter-jumper to the Haughty Saleilady.
By STJS-SUS-SAM S. SUS-SUS-STINSON.
HOW sus-sus-slowly dud-dud-drag the hours!
It seems a whole eter-nun-nun-ity
Since eight o'clock, when you sus-smiled at me —
A smile like sus-sus-sunshine 'tween the showers,
That mum-mum-made me think of leafy bowers
In some fair wuh-wuh-woodland, where with thee
My sus-sus-soul communes in ecstasy
Amid the pup-pup-perfume of the flowers.
And that reminds me, bub-bub-by the way,
To ask what pup-pup-perfume yuh-you use.
I always yuh-yuh-yuh-yuh-use sachet,
But I would rah-rah-rather ch-ch-choose
Your kind. Is it nuh-new-mown hay?
'Twill henceforth sus-sus-scent my mum-mum-muse.
Hope You're Not One.
<i^TES; Migglesby is usually remembered by hie
friends and relations on Christmas, but not very
well. You see, he is a ten-o'clocker."
" A ten-o'clocker?" asks the interested listener.
" What is that?"
" A ten-o'clocker is somebody you forget all about
until ten o'clock the night before Christmas."
t(
UE HAS a fancy-work face."
"A what?"
" A fancy-work face.
ruffled his brows knit."
Every time his temper gete
r
A MOURNFUL OUTLOOK.
You say we must be good, and not want things we haven't got; and you say if we're bad
we won't get anything. It ain't a very hopeful Christmas, is it, grandpa ?"
The Christmas Cynic.
By TUDOR JENKS.
CHRISTMAS is coining! and won't stay away.
How to prepare for that horrible day —
The bills by the score we'd rather not pay,
The lot of inane old " greetings " we say,
Or listen to, said by each bore and old jay ;
The old obligations we have to obey;
Wearisome stuff about fat " Santa's sleigh,"
And Moore's aged chestnut, that deadly passe
" Night before Christmas "—don't quote it, I pray.
There once was a time we all thought it gay.
Would that some spell its spirit might lay !
The gift to each servant, that is "employe";
The dinner to relatives toothless and gray ;
Their jokes that went ages ago to decay,
But which they recount with an air so au fait,
And will till they're turned to dust or to clay,
While all must laugh loudly with voice like a bray,
Or grin as the clowns in a circus ring may,
Though really the "jokers" you're longing to flay
(A feeling that no one's allowed to betray),
Or to plug up their mouths with a bundle of hay,
Or to order their heads brought in on a tray,
As ancient Salome, in scanty array,
Brought in the prophet's she'd bribed them to slay.
Such are the thoughts that make one distrait,
In thinking of Noel. Merry? Nay, nay!
The Easiest Way.
A COMPANY of select colored artists were rendering
** aversion of "Othello." The scene between the
Moor and Desdemona had been reached, wherein Othello
demands the handkerchief which he has given his wife
as a wedding amulet.
"Desdemona," he cried, "fetch me dat han'ker-
chief!"
But the doomed lady only babbled of Cassio, and her
liege lord shouted again,
" I ast fo' de second time to git me dat han 'kerchief !"
Still the fair one parried the issue with talk of
Cassio, and the lordly Othello, now thoroughly incensed,
bellowed,
" Woman, fo' de third and las' time I tell you to git
me dat han'kerchief ! Away!"
And as he was just about to open his mouth again,
a big, leather-lunged patron in the top gallery shouted
down at him,
" Fo' de Lawd's sake, nigger, why doan' yo' wipe
yo' nose on yo' sleeve an' let de show go on!"
Given Away.
YOR SPEER, of Denver, was talking the other
day about political tricksters. " They always
give themselves away," he said.
" Don't tricksters always give themselves away? It
reminds me of the two men who wanted to sell their
corpses for dissection. These two men, miserably clad,
called on the dean of a medical college in New York.
' We are both on the verge of starvation, sir, ' the
spokesman said. ' We are well on in years, and it is
clear that we haven't much longer to live. Would you
care to purchase our bodies for your dissecting room?'
The dean hesitated. ' It is an odd proposition,' he said.
' But it is occasionally done,' said the spokesman in an
eager voice. ' Well,' said the dean, ' we might arrange
it. What price do you ask?' ' Over in Philadelphia,'
said the spokesman, ' they gave us forty dollars.' "
Desperate.
AN AMERICAN visiting London for the first time
** was goaded to desperation by the incessant neces-
sity for tips. Finally he entered a washroom in his
hotel, only to be faced by a large sign which read,
" Please tip the basin after using."
"Never!" said the Yankee, turning on his heels, "I'll
go dirty first."
His Heart's Desire.
Postboy — " I want to buy something for my grand-
father's Christmas — old Tightpurse, you know."
Shopman — " Yes, sir. Now, what is your idea — some-
thing simple or elegant?"
Postboy — " Have you any imported Russian bombs?"
English As She Is Spoke.
««¥T'S unpossible."
I
" You mean impossible, don't you?"
" I mean that it can't be did."
Explaining Matters.
rHERfi were some deficiencies in the early education
of Mrs. Donahoe, but she never mentioned them or
admitted their existence.
" Will you sign your name here?" said the young
lawyer whom Mrs. Donahoe had asked to draw up a deed
transferring a parcel of land to her daughter.
" You sign it yoursilf, an' I'll make me mark," said
the old woman quickly. " Since me eyes gave out, I'm
not able to write a wur-rd, young man."
" How do you spell it?" he asked, pen poised above
the proper space.
" Spell it whativer way ye plaze," said Mrs. Donahoe
recklessly. " Since I've lost me teeth, there's not a
wur-rd in the wur-rld I can spell."
, Fair Play.
t« l^IAMMA," said the little boy the day after Christ-
*" mas, as he lay in bed and dutifully took the
paregoric and other things, " you said yesterday that I
ought to be sorry for all the pooi little children that
couldn't have as much candy and cake and things as I
got, didn't you?"
"Yes, dear."
" Well, do you suppose those poor little children are
sorry for me to-day?"
THE AFTERMATH.
By HORACE DODD GASTIT
"HPWAS the night after Christmas,
•*• and all through the flat
Not a creature was stirring, not even
the cat.
From father and mother and me and
the kid,
Every one was knocked out with a
pain in his mid.
Because of the candies we ate for a
lark,
And kid from the paint that he
chewed from his ark
<: That is certainly a queer place for a cherry to grow!"
Geographical.
•'•MS proper to kiss 'neath the mistletoe,
* As history shows;
But where is the miss
Who'd not rather be kissed
Right under the nose?
Revenge.
Soubrette — " We are undone!"
Villain—" How?"
Soubrette—" The comedian is giving Willie a dram."
Villain — "Bah! Beneath his plate on Christmas
morning I will place a receipt for six months' piano les-
sons for his daughter."
GOOD CAUSE.
Sill—" Say, Jack, what's Teenzy cryin' about ?"
Jack — " Oh, he's blubberin' 'cause his stockin's wuz littkt
than ours.''