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Presented  to  the 

LIBRARY  of  the 

UNIVERSITY  OF  TORONTO 

by 
MICHAEL  FINLAYSON 


TOASTER'S  HANDBOOK 


JOKES,  STORIES  AND 
QUOTATIONS 


Compiled  by 

PEGGY  EDMUND 

and 
HAROLD  WORKMAN  WILLIAMS 

Introduction  by 
MARY  KATHARINE  REELY 


SECOND  EDITION 

!>,     WITH     NEW     MATERIAL,     INCLUDING     A     SECTION     UPON 
TOASTERS,    TOASTMASTERS    AND    TOASTS 


Till;    H.   W.   WILSON   COMPANY 
WHITE  PLAINS,  N.  Y.  and  NBW  YORK  CITY 
1914 


FIRST     EDITION     PUBLISHED     APRIL,     IQI 

SECOND   EDITION,   REVISED,    PUBLISHED 

SEPTEMBER,     1914 


PREFACE' 

ling  so  frightens  a  man  as  the  announcement  that  he  is 
expected  to  respond  to  a  toast  on  some  appallingly  near-by 
occasion.  All  ideas  he  may  ever  have  had.  on  the  subject  melt 
away  and  like  a  drowning  man  he  clutches  furiously  at  the 
nearest  solid  object.  This  book  is  intended  for  such  rescue 
purpose,  buoyant  and  trustworthy  but,  it  is  to  be  hoped,  not 
heavy. 

Let  the  frightened  toaster  turn  first  to  the  key  word  of  his 
topic  in  this  dictionary  alphabet  of  selections  and  perchance  he 
may  find  toast,  story,  definition  or  verse  that  may  felicitously 
introduce  his  remarks.  Then  as  he  proceeds  to  outline  his  talk 
and  to  put  it  into  sentences,  he  may  find  under  one  of  the  many 
subject  headings  a  bit  which  will  happily  and  scintillatingly  drive 
home  the  ideas  he  is  unfolding. 

While  the  larger  part  of  the  contents  is  humorous,  there  are 
inserted  many  quotations  of  a  serious  nature  which  may  serve 
as  appropriate  literary  ballast. 

The  jokes  and  quotes  gathered  for  the  toaster  have  been 
placed  under  the  subject  headings  where  it  seemed  that  they 
miKht  be  most  useful,  even  at  the  risk  of  the  joke  turning  on  the 
compilers.  To  extend  the  usefulness  of  such  pseudo-cataloging, 
cross  references,  similar  and  dissimilar  to  those  of  a  library  card 
catalog,  have  been  included. 

Should  a  large  number  of  the  inclusions  look  familiar,  let  us 

remark  that  the  friends  one  likes  best  are  those  who  have  been 

already  tried  and  trusted  and  are  the  most  welcome  in  times  of 

need.     However,  there  are  stories  of  a  rising  generation,  whose 

.lintancc  all  may  enjoy. 

rly  all  these  new  and  old  fi  c  before  this  made 

their  bow  in   print  and  since  it  was  rarely  certain   where  they 

•ipt  has  been  made  to  credit  any  source 

for  them.    The  compilers  hereby  make  a  sweeping  acknowledg- 
ment to  the  "funny  editors"  of  many  books  and  periodicals. 


ON  THE  POSSESSION  OF  A  SENSE 
OF  HUMOR 

''Man,"  says  Hazlitt,  "is  the  only  animal  that  laughs  and 
weeps,  for  he  is  the  only  animal  that  is  struck  with  the  differ- 
ence between  what  things  are  and  what  they  ought  to  be." 
The  sources,  then,  of  laughter  and  tears  come  very  close  together. 
At  the  difference  between  things  as  they  are  and  as  they 
ought  to  be  we  laugh,  or  we  weep ;  it  would  depend,  it  seems, 
on  the  point  of  view,  or  the  temperament.  And  if,  as  Horace 
Walpole  once  said,  "Life  is  a  comedy  to  those  who  think,  a 
tragedy  to  those  who  feel,"  it  is  the  thinking  half  of  humanity 
that,  at  the  sight  of  life's  incongruities,  is  moved  to  laughter, 
the  feeling  half  to  tears.  A  sense  of  humor,  then,  is  the  posses- 
sion of  the  thinking  half,  and  the  humorists  must  be  classified  at 
once  with  the  thinkers. 

If  one  were  asked  to  go  further  than  this  and  to  give  off- 
hand a  definition  of  humor,  or  of  that  elusive  quality,  a  sense 
of  humor,  he  might  find  himself  confronted  with  a  difficulty. 
Yet  certain  things  about  it  would  be  patent  at  the  outset :  Women 
t  it;  Englishmen  haven't  it;  it  is  the  chiefest  of  the  virtues, 
for  tho  a  man  speak  with  the  tongues  of  men  and  of  angels, 
if  he  have  not  humor  we  will  have  none  of  him.  Women  may 
continue  to  laugh  over  those  innocent  ami  innocuous  incidents 
which  they  find  amusing;  may  continue-  to  write  the  most  delight- 
ful of  stories  and  essays — consider  Jane  Austen  and  our  own 
'ier — over  which  apprcn  lers  may  continue  t<> 

chuckle;   Kn.ulishmen  may  continue,  as  in   tlic   past   to  produce 
the  most  c  humorous  literature — think  of 

Charles  l.atnli  j  faith  of  mankind  will  ; 

unshat  uo  sense  of  humor,  and  an   I 

cannot  sec  a  joke!    And  tlic  ability  to  "sec  a  joke"  is  the 
liltle  American  test  of  the  sense  of  humor. 


vi  SENSE   OF  HUMOR 

Hut  taking  the  matter  seriously,  how  would  one 
humor?  When  -in  doubt,  consult  the  dictionary,  is,  as  always, 
.client  motto,  and,  following  it,  we  find  that  our  trust- 
worthy friend,  Noah  Webster,  does  not  fail  us.  Here  is  his 
definition  of  humor,  ready  to  hand:  humor  is  "the  mental  faculty 
of  discovering,  expressing,  or  appreciating  ludicrous  or  absurdly 
incongruous  elements  in  ideas,  situations,  happenings,  or  acts," 
with  the  added  information  that  it  is  distinguished  from  wit  as 
"less  purely  intellectual  and  having  more  kindly  sympathy  with 
human  nature,  and  as  often  blended  with  pathos."  A  friendly 
rival  in  lexicography  defines  the  same  prized  human  attribute 
more  lightly  as  "a  facetious  turn  of  thought,"  or  more  specific- 
ally in  literature,  as  "a  sportive  exercise  of  the  imagination  that 
is  apparent  in  the  choice  and  treatment  of  an  idea  or  theme." 
Isn't  there  something  about  that  word  "sportive,"  on  the  lips  of 
so  learned  an  authority,  that  tickles  the  fancy — appeals  to  the 
sense  of  humor? 

Yet  if  we  peruse  the  dictionary  further,  especially  if  we 
approach  that  monument  to  English  scholarship,  the  great 
Murray,  we  shall  find  that  the  problem  of  defining  humor  is  not 
so  simple  as  it  might  seem ;  for  the  word  that  we  use  so  glibly, 
with  so  sure  a  confidence  in  its  stability,  has  had  a  long  and 
varied  history  and  has  answered  to  many  aliases.  When  Shake- 
speare called  a  man  "humorous"  he  meant  that  he  was  change- 
able and  capricious,  not  that  he  was  given  to  a  facetious  turn  of 
thought  or  to  a  "sportive"  exercise  of  the  imagination.  When 
he  talks  in  "The  Taming  of  the  Shrew"  of  "her  mad  and  head- 
strong humor"  he  doesn't  mean  to  imply  that  Kate  is  a  practical 
joker.  It  is  interesting  to  note  in  passing  that  the  old  meaning 
of  the  word  still  lingers  in  the  verb  "to  humor."  A  woman  still 
humors  her  spoiled  child  and  her  cantankerous  husband  when 
she  yields  to  their  capriciousness.  By  going  back  a  step  further 
in  history,  to  the  late  fourteenth  century,  we  meet  Chaucer's 
physician  who  knew  "the  cause  of  everye  maladye,  and  where 
engendered  and  of  what  humour"  and  find  that  Chaucer  is  not 
speaking  of  a  mental  state  at  all,  but  is  referring  to  those  physi- 
ological humours  of  which,  according  to  Hippocrates,  the  human 
body  contained  four:  blood,  phlegm,  bile,  and  black  bile,  and  by 
which  the  disposition  was  determined.  We  find,  too,  that  at  one 
time  a  "humour"  meant  any  animal  or  plant  fluid,  and  again  any 
kind  of  moisture.  "The  skie  hangs  full  of  humour,  and  I  think 


SENSE   OF  HUMOR  vii 

we  .-hall  haue  raine,"  ran  an  ancient  weather  prophet's  predic- 
tion. Which  might  give  rise  to  some  thoughts  on  the  paradoxical 
subject  of  dry  humor. 

Now  in  part  this  development  is  easily  traced.  Humor,  mean- 
ing moisture  of  any  kind,  came  to  have  a  biological  significance 
and  was  applied  only  to  plant  and  animal  life.  It  was  restricted 
later  within  purely  physiological  boundaries  and  was  applied  only 
to  those  "humours"  of  the  human  body  that  controlled  tempera- 
ment. From  these  fluids,  determining  mental  states,  the  word 
took  on  a  psychological  coloring,  but — by  what  process  of  evolu- 
tion did  humor  reach  its  present  status!  After  all,  the  scientific 
method  has  its  weaknesses ! 

We  can,  if  we  wish,  define  humor  in  terms  of  what  it  is  not. 
We  can  draw  lines  around  it  and  distinguish  it  from  its  next  of 
kin,  wit.  This  indeed  has  been  a  favorite  pastime  with  the 
jugglers  of  words  in  all  ages.  And  many  have  been  the  attempts 
to  define  humor,  to  define  wit,  to  describe  and  differentiate  them, 
to  build  high  fences  to  keep  them  apart. 

"Wit  is  abrupt,  darting,  scornful;  it  tosses  its  analogies  in 
your  face;  humor  is  slow  and  shy,  insinuating  its  fun  into  your 
heart,"  says  E.  P.  Whipple.  "Wit  is  intellectual,  humor  is  emo- 
tional ;  wit  is  perception  of  resemblance,  humor  of  contrast — 
of  contrast  between  ideal  and  fact,  theory  and  practice,  promise 
and  performance,"  writes  another  authority.  While  yet  another 
points  out  that  "Humor  is  feeling — feelings  can  always  bear 
repetition,  while  wit,  being  intellectual,  suffers  by  repetition." 
The  truth  of  this  is  evident  when  we  remember  that  we 
repeat  a  witty  saying  that  we  may  enjoy  the  effect  on  others, 
while  we  retell  a  humorous  story  largely  for  our  own  enjoyment 
of  it. 

Yet  it  is  quite  possible  that  humor  ought  not  to  be  defined. 
It  may  be  one  of  those  intangible  substances,  like  love  and 
beauty,  that  are  indefinable.  It  is  quite  probable  that  humor 
should  not  be  explained.  It  would  be  distressing,  as  some  one 
1  out,  to  discover  that  American  humor  is  based  on  Ameri- 
can dyspepsia.  Yet  tin-  i>liil<»ophcrs  themselves  have  endeavored 
to  explain  it.  Ila/litt  held  that  to  understand  the  ludicr<> 
must  first  know  what  the  serious  is.  And  to  apprehend  the 
serious,  what  better  course  could  be  followed  than  to  contem- 
plate the  serious — yes  and  ludicrous — findings  of  the  philosophers 
in  tlu  tl  to  define  humor  and  to  explain  laughter.  Con- 


viii  SENSE   OF  HUMOR 

sider  Ilobbcs:  "The  passion  of  laughter  is  nothing  else  but 
sudden  glory  arising  from  the  sudden  conception  of  eminency  in 
ourselves  by  comparison  with  the  inferiority  of  others,  or  with 
our  own  formerly."  According  to  Professor  Bain,  "Laughter 
results  from  the  degradation  of  some  person  or  interest  possess- 
ing dignity  in  circumstances  that  excite  no  other  strong  emotion." 
Even  Kant,  desisting  for  a  time  from  his  contemplation  of  Pure 
Reason,  gave  his  attention  to  the  human  phenomenon  of  laughter 
and  explained  it  away  as  "the  result  of  an  expectation  which  of 
a  sudden  ends  in  nothing."  Some  modern  cynic  has  compiled  a 
list  of  the  situations  on  the  stage  which  are  always  "humorous." 
One  of  them,  I  recall,  is  the  situation  in  which  the  clown-acrobat, 
having  made  mighty  preparations  for  jumping  over  a  pile  of 
chairs,  suddenly  changes  his  mind  and  walks  off  without  attempt- 
ing it.  The  laughter  that  invariably  greets  this  "funny"  maneuver 
would  seem  to  have  philosophical  sanction.  Bergson,  too,  the 
philosopher  of  creative  evolution,  has  considered  laughter  to  the 
extent  of  an  entire  volume.  A  reading  of  it  leaves  one  a  little 
disturbed.  ,  Laughter,  so  we  learn,  is  not  the  merry-hearted, 
jovial  companion  we  had  thought  him.  Laughter  is  a  stern 
mentor,  characterized  by  "an  absence  of  feeling."  "Laughter," 
says  M.  Bergson,  "is  above  all  a  corrective,  it  must  make  a  pain- 
ful impression  on  the  person  against  whom  it  is  directed.  By 
laughter  society  avenges  itself  for  the  liberties  taken  with  it. 
It  would  fail  in  its  object  if  it  bore  the  stamp  of  sympathy  or 
kindness."  If  this  be  laughter,  grant  us  occasionally  the  saving 
grace  of  tears,  which  may  be  tears  of  sympathy,  and,  therefore, 
kind! 

But,  after  all,  since  it  is  true  that  "one  touch  of  humor 
makes  the  whole  world  grin,"  what  difference  does  it  make  what 
that  humor  is ;  what  difference  why  or  wherefore  we  laugh,  since 
somehow  or  other,  in  a  sorry  world,  we  do  laugh? 

Of  the  test  for  a  sense  of  humor,  it  has  already  been  said 
that  it  is  the  ability  to  see  a  joke.  And,  as  for  a  joke,  the 
dictionary,  again  a  present  help  in  time  of  trouble,  tells  us  at 
once  that  it  is,  "something  said  or  done  for  the  purpose  of 
exciting  a  laugh."  But  stay!  Suppose  it  does  not  excite  the 
laugh  expected?  What  of  the  joke  that  misses  fire?  Shall  a 
joke  be  judged  by  its  intent  or  by  its  consequences?  Is  a  joke 
that  does  not  produce  a  laugh  a  joke  at  all?  Pragmatically  con- 
sidered it  is  not.  Agnes  Repplier,  writing  on  Humor,  speaks  of 


SENSE   OF  HUMOR  ix 

"those  beloved  writers  whom  we  hold  to  be  humorists  because 
they  have  made  us  laugh."  We  hold  them  to  be  so — but  there 
seems  to  be  a  suggestion  that  we  may  be  wrong.  Is  it  possible 
that  the  laugh  is  not  the  test  of  the  joke?  Here  is  a  question 
over  which  the  philosophers  may  wrangle.  Is  there  an  Absolute 
in  the  realm  of  humor,  or  must  our  jokes  be  judged  solely  by 
the  pragmatic  test?  Congreve  once  told  Colly  Gibber  that  there 
were  many  witty  speeches  in  one  of  Colly's  plays,  and  many  that 
looked  witty,  yet  were  not  really  what  they  seemed  at  first  sight! 
So  a  joke  is  not  to  be  recognized  even  by  its  appearance  or  by 
the  company  it  keeps.  Perhaps  there  might  be  established  a  test 
of  good  usage.  A  joke  would  be  that  at  which  the  best  people 
laugh. 

Somebody — was  it  Mark  Twain? — once  said  that  there  are 
eleven  original  jokes  in  the  world — that  these  were  known  in 
prehistoric  times,  and  that  all  jokes  since  have  been  but  modi- 
fications and  adaptations  from  the  originals.  Miss  Repplier,  how- 
ever, gives  to  modern  times  the  credit  for  some  inventiveness. 
Christianity,  she  says,  must  be  thanked  for  such  contributions  as 
the  missionary  and  cannibal  joke,  and  for  the  interminable  vari- 
ations of  St.  Peter  at  the  gate.  Max  Bcerbohm  once  codified  all 
the  English  comic  papers  and  found  that  the  following  list  com- 
prised all  the  subjects  discussed:  Mothers-in-law;  Hen-pecked 
husbands;  Twins;  Old  maids;  Jews;  Frenchmen  and  Germans; 
Italians  and  Niggers;  Fatness;  Thinness;  Long  hair  (in  men); 
Baldness;  Sea  sickness;  Stuttering;  Bloomers;  Bad  cheese;  Red 
noses.  A  like  examination  of  American  newspapers  would  per- 
haps result  in  a  slightly  different  list.  We  have,  of  course,  our 
purely  local  jokes.  Boston  will  always  be  a  joke  to  Chicago, 
the  east  to  the  west.  The  city  girl  in  the  country  offers  a  per- 
ennial source  of  amusement,  as  does  the  country  man  in  the 
\n<l  the  foreigner  we  have  always  with  us,  to  mix  his  Y's 
and  J's,  distort  his  H's,  and  play  havoc  with  the  Anglo-Saxon 
rlh.  Indeed  our  great  American  sense  of  humor  has  been 
explained  as  an  outgrowth  from  the  vast  field  of  incongruities 
offered  by  a  developing  civilization. 

It  may  be  that  tl  '1  national  sense  has  been  over- 

estimated— exaggeration  is  a  characteristic  of  that  humor,  any- 
way— but  at  least  it  has  one  of  the  Christian  virtues  -it  suffereth 
long  and  is  kind.  Miss  Repplier  says  that  it  is  because  we  arc  a 
"humorous  rather  than  a  witty  people  that  we  laugh  for  the 


x  SENSE   OF  HUMOR 

most  part  with,  and  not  at  our  fellow  creatures."  This,  I  think, 
is  something  that  our  fellow  creatures  from  other  lands  do  not 
always  comprehend.  I  listened  once  to  a  distinguished  French- 
man as  he  addressed  the  students  in  a  western  university  chapel. 
He  was  evidently  astounded  and  embarrassed  by  the  outbursts 
of  laughter  that  greeted  his  mildly  humorous  remarks.  He  even 
stopped  to  apologize  for  the  deficiencies  of  his  English,  deeming 
them  the  cause,  and  was  further  mystified  by  the  little  ripple  of 
laughter  that  met  his  explanation — a  ripple  that  came  from  the 
hearts  of  the  good-natured  students,  who  meant  only  to  be 
appreciative  and  kind.  Foreigners,  too,  unacquainted  with 
American  slang  often  find  themselves  precipitating  a  laugh  for 
which  they  are  unprepared.  For  a  bit  of  current  slang,  however 
and  whenever  used,  is  always  humorous. 

The  American  is  not  only  a  humorous  person,  he  is  a  prac- 
tical person.  So  it  is  only  natural  that  the  American  humor 
should  be  put  to  practical  uses.  It  was  once  said  that  the  differ- 
ence between  a  man  with  tact  and  a  man  without  was  that  the 
man  with  tact,  in  trying  to  put  a  bit  in  a  horse's  mouth,  would 
first  tell  him  a  funny  story,  while  the  man  without  tact  would 
get  an  axe.  This  use  of  the  funny  story  is  the  American  way 
of  adapting  it  to  practical  ends.  A  collection  of  funny  stories 
used  to  be  an  important  part  of  a  drummer's  stock  in  trade. 
It  is  by  means  of  the  "good  story"  that  the  politician  makes 
his  way  into  office;  the  business  man  paves  the  way  for  a  big 
deal;  the  after-dinner  speaker  gets  a  hearing;  the  hostess  saves 
her  guests  from  boredom.  Such  a  large  place  (Joes  the  "story" 
hold  in  our  national  life  that  we  have  invented  a  social  pastime 
that  might  be  termed  a  "joke  match."  "Don't  tell  a  funny  story, 
even  if  you  know  one,"  was  the  advice  of  the  Atchison  Globe 
man,  "its  narration  will  only  remind  your  hearers  of  a  bad 
one."  True  as  this  may  be,  we  still  persist  in  telling  our  funny 
story.  Our  hearers  are  reminded  of  another,  good  or  bad, 
which  again  reminds  us — and  so  on. 

A  sense  of  humor,  as  was  intimated  before,  is  the  chiefest 
of  the  virtues.  It  is  more  than  this — it  is  one  of  the  essentials 
to  success.  For,  as  has  also  been  pointed  out,  we,  being  a  prac- 
tical people,  put  our  humor  to  practical  uses.  It  is  held  up  as 
one  of  the  prerequisites  for  entrance  to  any  profession.  "A 
lawyer,"  says  a  member  of  that  order,  must  have  such  and  such 
mental  and  moral  qualities;  "but  before  all  else" — an  this  im- 


SENSE   OF  HUMOR  xi 

pressively — "he  must  possess  a  sense  of  humor."  Samuel 
McChord  Crothers  says  that  were  he  on  the  examining  board  for 
the  granting  of  certificates  to  prospective  teachers,  he  would 
place  a  copy  of  Lamb's  essay  on  Schoolmasters  in  the  hands  of 
each,  and  if  the  light  of  humorous  appreciation  failed  to  dawn 
as  the  reading  progressed,  the  certificate  would  be  withheld. 
For,  before  all  else,  a  teacher  must  possess  a  sense  of  humor! 
If  it  be  true,  then,  that  the  sense  of  humor  is  so  important  in 
determining  the  choice  of  a  profession,  how  wise  are  those 
writers  who  hold  it  an  essential  for  entrance  into  that  most  exact- 
ing of  professions — matrimony!  "Incompatibility  in  humor," 
George  Eliot  held  to  be  the  "most  serious  cause  of  diversion." 
And  Stevenson,  always  wise,  insists  that  husband  and  wife  must 
be  able  to  laugh  over  the  same  jokes — have  between  them  many 
a  "grouse  in  the  gun-room"  story.  But  there  must  always  be 
exceptions  if  the  spice  of  life  is  to  be  preserved,  and  I  recall  one 
couple  of  my  acquaintance,  devoted  and  loyal  in  spite  of  this  very 
incompatibility.  A  man  with  a  highly  whimsical  sense  of  humor 
had  married  a  woman  with  none.  Yet  he  told  his  best  stories 
with  an  eye  to  their  effect  on  her,  and  when  her  response  came, 
peaceful  and  placid  and  non-comprehending,  he  would  look  about 
the  table  with  delight,  as  much  as  to  say,  "Isn't  she  a  wonder? 
Do  you  know  her  equal?" 

Humor  may  be  the  greatest  of  the  virtues,  yet  it  is  the  one 

of  whose  possession  we  may  boast  with  impunity.    "Well,  that 

was  too  much  for  my  sense  of  humor,"  we  say.    Or,  "You  know 

my  sense  of  humor  was  always  my  strong  point."     Imagine  thus 

boasting  of  one's  integrity,  or  sense  of  honor!     And  so  is  its 

lack  the  one  vice  of  which  one  may  not  perrnit  himself  to  be 

a  trifle  proud.     "I  admit  that  I  have  a  hot  temper,"  and  "I  know 

re  simple  enough  admissions.     But  did  any 

or  openly  make  the  confession,  "I  know  I  am  lacking  in 

a  sense  of  humor!"    However,  to  recognize  the  lack  one 

ave  to  possess  the  sense — whirh  is  manifestly  impossible. 

"To  explain  the  nature  of  laughter  and  tears  is  to  account 

for  the  condition  of  human  life,"  says  Ila/litt.  and  no  philosophy 

has  as  yet  succeeded  in  accounting  for  the  condition  of  human 

"Man  is  a  lau^him:  animal,"  wrote   Meredith,  "and  at  the 

<carch  the  philnso  linking  to 

laughter  as  the  best  of  human  fruit,  purely  human,  and  sane,  and 

comforting."    So    whether    it    be    the    corrective    laughter    of 


xii  SENSE  OF  HUMOR 

Bergson,  Jove  laughing  at  lovers'  vows,  Love  laughing  at  lock- 
smiths, or  the  cheerful  laughter  of  the  fool  that  was  like  the 
crackling  of  thorns  to  Koheleth,  the  preacher,  we  recognize  that 
it  is  good;  that  without  this  saving  grace  of  humor  life  would  be 
an  empty  vaunt.  I  like  to  recall  that  ancient  usage:  "The  skie 
hangs  full  of  humour,  and  I  think  we  shall  haue  raine."  Blessed 
humor,  no  less  refreshing  today  than  was  the  humour  of  old  to 
a  parched  and  thirsty  earth. 


TOASTERS,  TOASTMASTERS 
AND  TOASTS 

Before  making  any  specific  suggestions  to  the  prospective 
toaster  or  toastmaster,  let  us  advise  that  he  consider  well  the 
nature  and  spirit  of  the  occasion  which  calls  for  speeches.  The 
toast,  after-dinner  talk,  or  address  is  always  given  under  con- 
ditions that  require  abounding  good  humor,  and  the  desire  to 
make  everybody  pleased  and  comfortable  as  well  as  to  furnish 
entertainment  should  be  uppermost. 

Perhaps  a  consideration  of  the  ancient  custom  that  gave  rise 
to  the  modern  toast  will  help  us  to  understand  the  spirit  in  which 
a  toast  should  be  given.  It  originated  witli  the  pagan  custom 
of  drinking  to  the  gods  and  the  dead,  which  in  Christian  nations 
was  modified,  with  the  accompanying  idea  of  a  wish  for  health 
and  happiness  added.  In  England  during  the  sixteenth  century 
customary  to  puf  a  "toast"  in  the  drink,  which  was  usually 
served  hot.  This  toast  was  the  ordinary  piece  of  bread  scorched 
th  sides.  Shakespeare  in  "The  Merry  Wives  of  Windsor" 
has  Falstaff  say,  "Fetch  me  a  quart  of  sack  and  put  a  toast  in  %t." 
Later  the  term  came  to  be  applied  to  the  lady  in  whose  honor 
the  company  drank,  her  name  serving  to  flavor  the  bumper  as  the 
toast  flavored  the  drink.  It  was  in  this  way  that  the  act  of 
drinking  or  of  prop*  ilth.  or  the  mere  act  of 

good  wishes  or  fellowship  at  table  came  to  be  known  as  toasting. 

Since  an  occasion,  then,  at  which  toasts  are  in  order  is  one 
intended  to  promote  good  feeling,  it  should  afford  no  opportunity 
for  the  exploitation  of  any  personal  or  s<  cst  or  for 

anything   controversial.    «.r    Mil  • -f    the   company 

'.    The  effort  of  the  i  be  to  promote 

the  best  ot  •    all   an •' 

ith    the   toastmaster   and    wish 
each  other  to  t  introductions  of  the  toastmaster 


MX  TO  IND   TOASTS 

contain    some  good-natured    bantering,    t" 

with  cninplimcnt.  but   always   without  sting.     Those   taking  part 
at   tin.-  t  r,  but   always   in   a  manner  to 

no  hard  feeling  anyxvhere.  The  toastmaster  sbotild  strive- 
to  make  his  .speakers  feel  at  case,  to  give  them  Rood  standing 
with  their  hearers  without  oxi-rpraising  them  and  making  it 
bard  to  live  up  to  what  is  expected  of  them.  In  short,  let  every- 
body boost  good  naturcdly  for  everybody  else. 

The  toastmastcr,  and  for  that  matter  everyone  taking  part. 
should  be  carefully  prepared.  It  may  be  safely  said  that  those 
who  are  successful  after-dinner  speakers  have  learned  the  need 
of  careful  forethought.  A  practised  speaker  may  appear  to  speak 
extemporaneously  by  putting  together  on  one  occasion  thoughts 
and  expressions  previously  prepared  for  other  occasions,  but  the 
neophyte  may  well  consider  it  necessary  to  think  out  carefully 
the  matter  of  what  to  say  and  how  to  say  it.  Cicero  said  of 
Antonius,  "All  his  speeches  were,  in  appearance,  the  unpremedi- 
tated effusion  of  an  honest  heart;  and  yet,  in  reality,  they  were 
(•;;•<•(/  Kith  so  much  skill  that  the  judges  were  not  so 
xvell  prepared  as  they  should  have  been  to  withstand  the  force  of 
then 

After  considering  the  nature  of  the  occasion  and  getting 
himself  in  harmony  with  it,  the  speaker  should  next  coupler 
the  relation  of  his  particular  subject  to  the  occasion  and  to  the 
subjects  of  the  other  speakers.  He  should  be  careful  to  hold 
closely  to  the  subject  allotted  to  him  so  that  he  will  not  encroach 
upon  the  ground  of  other  speakers.  He  should  be  careful,  too, 
not  to  appropriate  to  himself  any  of  their  time.  And  he  should 
consider,  without  vanity  and  without  humility,  his  own  relative 
importance  and  govern  himself  accordingly.  We  have  all  had 
the  painful  experience  of  waiting  in  impatience  for  the  speech  of 
the  evening  to  begin  while  some  humble  citi/cn  made  "a  few 
introductory  remarks." 

In  planning  his  speech  and  in  getting  it  into  finished  form, 
the  toaster  will  do  well  to  remember  those  three  essentials  to  all 
good  composition  with  which  he  struggled  in  school  and  college 
days,  Unity,  Mass  and  Coherence.  The  first  means  that  his 
talk  must  have  a  central  thought,  on  which  all  his  stories,  anec- 
and  jokes  will  have  a  bearing;  the  second  that  there  will 
be  a  proper  balance,  between  the  parts,  that  il  will  not  be  all 


TOASTERS  AND   TOASTS  xv 

introduction  and  conclusion ;  the  third,  that  it  will  hang  together, 
without  awkward  transitions.  A  toast  may  consist,  as  Lowell 
said,  of  "a  platitude,  a  quotation  and  an  anecdote,"  but  the  toaster 
must  exercise  his  ingenuity  in  putting  these  together. 

In  delivering  the  toast,  the  speaker  must  of  course  be  natural. 
The  after-dinner  speech  calls  for  a  conversational  tone,  not  for 
oratory  of  voice  or  manner.  Something  of  an  air  of  detachment 
on  the  part  of  the  speaker  is  advisable.  The  humorist  who  can 
tell  a  story  with  a  straight  face  adds  to  the  humorous  effect. 

A  word  might  be  said  to  those  who  plan  the  program.  In 
the  number  of  speakers  it  is  better  to  err  in  having  too  few  than 
too  many.  Especially  is  this  true  if  there  is  one  distinguished 
person  who  is  the  speaker  of  the  occasion.  In  such  a  case  the 
number  of  lesser  lights  may  well  be  limited  to  two  or  three. 
The  placing  of  the  guest  of  honor  on  the  program  is  a  matter  of 
importance.  Logically  he  would  be  expected  to  come  last,  as 
the  crowning  feature.  But  if  the  occasion  is  a  large  semi-public 
affair — a  political  gathering,  for  example — where  strict  etiquet 
does  not  require  that  all  remain  thru  the  entire  program,  there 
will  always  be  those  who  will  leave  early,  thus  missing  the  best 
part  of  the  entertainment.  In  this  case  some  shifting  of  speak- 
ers, even  at  the  risk  of  an  anti-climax,  would  be  advisable.  On 
ordinary  occasions,  where  the  speakers  are  of  much  the  same 
rank,  order  will  be  determined  mainly  by  subject.  And  if  the 
for  discussion  are  directly  related,  if  they  are  all  com- 
ponent parts  of  a  general  subject,  so  much  the  better. 

Now  we  are  going  to  add  a  special  paragraph  for  the  abso- 
lutely inexperienced  person — who  has  never  given,  or  heard 
anyone  else  give,  a  toast.  It  would  seem  hardly  possible  in  this 
day  of  banquets  to  find  an  individual  who  has  missed  these  occa- 
sions entirely — but  he  is  to  be  found.  Especially  is  this  true  in 
a  \\orld  where  toasting  and  after-dinner  speaking  arc  coming  t<> 
be  more  and  more  in  demand  at  social  functions — the  college 
world.  Here  the  young  man  or  woman,  coming  from  a  country 
town  where  the  formal  banquet  is  unknown,  who  has  never 
heard  an  after-dinner  speech,  may  he  confronted  with  the 

•ondinH  to  a  toast  on,  say  "Needles  and  Tins."     Such 
a  one  would   like   to  be  told   first  of   all    what    an   after-dinner 

I  only  a  short,  informal  talk,  usually  \\itty. 
ndly.  \\ith   one  central   idea  ami  a  certain  amount   of  illus- 


xvi  TOASTERS  AND   TOASTS 

trativc  material  in  the  way  of  anecdotes,  quotations  and  stories. 
The  best  advice  to  such  a  speaker  is:  Make  your  first  effort 
simple.  Don't  be  over  ambitious.  If,  as  was  suggested  in  the 
example  cited  a  moment  ago,  the  subject  is  fanciful — as  it  is 
very  apt  to  be  at  a  college  banquet — any  interpretation  you 
choose  to  put  upon  it  is  allowable.  If  the  interpretation  is 
ingenious,  your  case  is  already  half  won.  Such  a  subject  is  in 
effect  a  challenge.  "Now,  let's  see  what  you  can  make  of  this," 
is  what  it  implies.  First  get  an  idea ;  then  find  something  in  the 
way  of  illustrative  material.  Speak  simply  and  naturally  and  sit 
down  and  watch  how  the  others  do  it.  Of  course  the  subject 
on  such  occasions  is  often  of  a  more  serious  nature — Our  Class ; 
The  Team;  Our  President — in  which  case  a  more  serious  treat- 
ment is  called  for,  with  a  touch  of  honest  pride  and  sentiment. 

To  sum  up  what  has  been  said,  with  borrowings  from  what 
others  have  said  on  the  subject,  the  following  general  rules  have 
been  formulated : 

Prepare  carefully.  Self-confidence  is  a  valuable  possession, 
but  beware  of  being  too  sure  of  yourself.  Pride  goes  before  a 
fall,  and  overconfidence  in  his  ability  to  improvise  has  been  the 
downfall  of  many  a  would-be  speaker.  The  speaker  should 
strive  to  give  the  effect  of  spontaneity,  but  this  can  be  done 
only  with  practice.  The  toast  calls  for  the  art  that  conceals  art. 

Let  your  speech  have  unity.  As  some  one  has  pointed  out, 
the  after-dinner  speech  is  a  distinct  form  of  expression,  just 
as  is  the  short  story.  As  such  it  should  give  a  unity  of  impres- 
sion. It  bears  something  of  the  same  relation  to  the  oration  that 
the  short  story  does  to  the  novel. 

Let  it  have  continuity.  James  Bryce  says :  "There  is  a 
tendency  today  to  make  after-dinner  speaking  a  mere  string  of 
anecdotes,  most  of  which  may  have  little  to  do  with  the  subject 
or  with  one  another.  Even  the  best  stones  lose  their  charm 
when  they  are  dragged  in  by  the  head  and  shoulders,  having  no 
connection  with  the  allotted  theme.  Relevance  as  well  as  brevity 
is  the  soul  of  wit." 

Do  not  grow  emotional  or  sentimental.  American  traditions 
are  largely  borrowed  from  England.  We  have  the  Anglo-Saxon 
reticence.  A  parade  of  emotion  in  public  embarrasses  us.  A 
simple  and  sincere  expression  of  feeling  is  often  desirable  in  a 
toast— but  don't  overdo  it. 


TOASTERS  AND    TOASTS  xvii 

Avoid  trite  sayings.  Don't  use  quotations  that  are  shop- 
\\nrn.  ami  avoid  the  set  forms  for  toasts — "Our  sweethearts  and 
-may  they  never  meet,"  etc. 

Don't  apologize.  Don't  say  that  you  are  not  prepared;  that 
you  speak  on  very  short  notice;  that  you  are  "no  orator  as 
Brutus  is."  Resolve  to  do  your  best  and  let  your  effort  speak  for 
itself. 

Avoid  irony  and  satire.  It  has  already  been  said  that  occa- 
sions on  which  toasts  are  given  call  for  friendliness  and  good 
humor.  Yet  the  temptation  to  use  irony  and  satire  may  be 
strong.  Especially  may  this  be  true  at  political  gatherings  where 
there  is  a  chance  to  grow  witty  at  the  expense  of  rivals.  Irony 
and  satire  are  keen-edged  tools;  they  have  their  uses;  but  they 
are  dangerous.  Pope,  who  knew  how  to  use  them,  said : 

's  my  weapon,  but  I'm  too  discreet 
To  run  amuck  and  tilt  at  all  I  meet. 

Use    personal   references   sparingly.    A    certain    amount    of 

good-natured  chaffing  may  be   indulged   it.    Yet  there  may  be 

danger  in  even  the  most  kindly  of  fun.     One  never  knows  how  a 

ill  be  taken.     Once  in  the  early  part  of  his  career,  Mark 

Twain,  at  a   Xc\\    Hngland  banquet,  grew  funny  at  the  expense 

Mgfellow  and  Emerson,  then  in  their  old  age  and  looked 

upon  almost  as  divinities.    His  joke  fell  dead,  and  to  the  end 

of  his  life  he  suffered  humiliation  at  the  recollection. 

Be  clear.  While  you  must  not  draw  an  obvious  moral  or 
explain  the  point  to  your  jokes,  be  sure  that  the  point  is  there 
and  that  it  is  put  in  such  a  way  that  your  hearers  cannot  miss  it. 
Avoid  flights  of  rhetoric  and  do  not  lose  your  anecdotes  in  a  sea 
of  words. 

•id   didacticism.     Do    not    try    to    instruct.     Do    not    give 
s    and    figures.     They   will   not    IK-    remembered.     A    liis- 
,Mlijr.-t    fn.in    tin-    ln-uinniim    of   time    is 
neither  are  well-known  facts  about  the  gn 

of  your  city  or  state  or  the  prominent  person   in  whose  honor 
lay  be   s\ »  lell   your  hearers   things   they 

:y  know. 

Be  /  :im-r   audience-   is    In  darly   de- 

•  ss  position.     It  is  so  out  in  There  is  no  oppor- 

tunity f<>r  a  quiet  nod  or  tuo  l.ehind  a  newspaper  or  the  hat  of 
the  lady  in  front.    If  you  bore  your  hearers  by  overstepping  your 


xviii  TOASTERS  AND   TOASTS 

time  politeness  requires  that  they  sit  .still  and  look  pi- 
Spare  them.  Remember  l'.ao>n\  adxire  t<>  the  .speaker:  "Let 
him  he  sure  to  leave  other  men  their  turns  to  speak."  Hut 
suppose  you  come  late  on  the  program !  Suppose  the  other 
speakers  have  not  heeded  Bacon !  What  are  you  going  to  do 
ahout  it?  Here  is  a  story  that  James  Bryce  tells  of  the  most 
successful  after-dinner  speech  he  remembers  to  have  heard. 
The  speaker  was  a  famous  engineer,  the  occasion  a  dinner  of 
the  British  Association  for  the  Advancement  of  Science.  "He 
came  last;  and  midnight  had  arrived.  His  toast  was  Applied 
Science,  and  his  speech  was  as  follows:  'Ladies  and  gentlemen, 
at  this  late  hour  I  advise  you  to  illustrate  the  Applications  of 
Science  by  applying  a  lucifer  match  to  the  wick  of  your  bedroom 
candle.  Let  us  all  go  to  bed.' " 

If  you  are  capable  of  making  a  similar  sacrifice  by  cutting 
short  your  own  carefully-prepared,  wise,  witty  and  sparkling 
remarks,  your  audience  will  thank  you — and  they  may  ask  you 
to  speak  again. 


TOASTER'S  HANDBOOK 


ABILITY 

"Pa,"  said  little  Joe,  "I  bet  I  can  do  something  you  can't." 
"Well,   what  is  it?"  demanded  his   pa. 

•'(. row."  replied  the  youngster  triumphantly.—//.  £.  Zimmer- 
man. 

ABOLITION 

He  was  a  New  Yorker  visiting  in  a  South  Carolina  village 
and  he  sauntered  up  to  a  native  sitting  in  front  of  the  general 
store,  and  began  a  conversation. 

"Have  you  heard  about  the  new  manner  in  which  the  planters 
are  going  to  pick  their  cotton  this  season?"  he  inquired. 
"Don't  believe  I  have,"  answered  the  other. 
"Well,  they  have  decided  to  import  a  lot  of  monkeys  to  do 
the  picking,"  rejoined  the  New  Yorker.     "Monkeys  learn  read- 
ily.    They  are  thorough  workers,  and  obviously  they  will  save 
their  employers  a  small  fortune  otherwise  expended  in  wages." 
."  ejaculated  the  native,  "and  almut  the  time  this  in- 
ning to   work  smoothly,  a  lot  of  you   fool   north- 
•11   c»me  tearing  down  here  and   set  'cm   tV 

ABSENT-MINDEDNESS 

—"I  consider,  John,  that  sheep  arc  the  stupidest  creatures 

UK   <  iil'ssitt -;;;/;.'(/, -<//y  »      '  Y«  -    T,\    1aml>." 

ACCIDENTS 

The  late  Dr.  Henry  Thayer,  founder  of  Thaycr's  Laboratory 
in   Cambridge,   was   walking  along  a  street  one   winter   morn- 
ing.    The  sidewalk   was   sheeted   with    iic   and   the  doctor   was 
making  his  way  carefully,  as   was  also  a  woman  going  in   the 
rection.     In  seeking  to  avoid  each  other,  both  slipped 


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and  they  came  down  in  a  heap.  The  polite  doctor  was  over- 
whclmed  and  his  embarrassment  paralyzed  his  speech,  but  the 
woman  was  equal  to  the  occasion. 

"Doctor,  if  you  will  be  kind  enough  to  rise  and  pick  out 
your  legs,  I  will  take  what  remains,"  she  said  cheerfully. 

"Help!  Help!"  cried  an  Italian  laborer  near  the  mud  flats 
of  the  Harlem  river. 

"What's  the  matter  there?"  came  a  voice  from  the  construc- 
tion shanty. 

"Queek!  Bringa  da  shov'!  Bringa  da  peek!  Giovanni's  stuck 
in  da  mud." 

"How  far  in?" 

"Up    to   hces    knees." 

"Oh,  let  him  walk  out." 

"No,  no!     He  no  canna   walk!     He  wronga  end  up!" 

There  once  was  a  lady  from  Guam, 
Who  said,  "Now  the  sea  is  so  calm 

I  will  swim,  for  a  lark" ; 

But  she  met  with  a  shark. 
Let  us  now   sing  the  ninetieth  psalm. 

BRICKLAYER  (to  mate,  who  had  just  had  a  hodful  of  bricks 
fall  on  his  feet) — "Dropt  'em  on  yer  toe!    That's  nothin'.    Why, 
|X    I  seen  a  bloke  get  killed  stone  dead,   an'  'e  never   made  such 
a  blocmin*  fuss  as  you're  doin'." 

A  preacher  had  ordered  a  load  of  hay  from  one  of  his  par- 
ishioners. About  noon,  the  parishioner's  little  son  came  to  the 
house  crying  lustily.  On  being  asked  what  the  matter  was,  he 
said  that  the  load  of  hay  had  tipped  over  in  the  street  The 
preacher,  a  kindly  man,  assured  the  little  fellow  that  it  was 
nothing  serious,  and  asked  him  in  to  dinner. 

"Pa  wouldn't  like  it,"  said  the  boy. 

But  the  preacher  assured  him  that  he  would  fix  it  all  right 
with  his  father,  and  urged  him  to  take  dinner  before  going 
for  the  hay.  After  dinner  the  boy  was  asked  if  he  were  not 
glad  that  he  had  stayed. 


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Ta    uon't   like    it,"  he  persisted. 

The   preacher,   unable    to    understand,    asked   the   boy    what 
made  him  think  his  father  would  object. 

"Why,  you  see,  pa's  under  the  hay,"  explained  the  boy. 

There  was  an  old  Miss  from  Antrim, 
Who  looked  for  the  leak  with  a  glim. 

Alack  and  alas! 

The  cause  was  the  gas. 
We  will  now  sing  the  fifty-fourth  hymn. 

—Gilbert  K.  Chesterton. 


There  was  a  young  lady  named   Hannah, 
Who  slipped  on  a  peel  of  banana. 

More  stars   she  espied 

As  she  lay  on  her  side 
Than  are   found   in  the   Star   Spangled   Banner. 

A  gentleman  sprang  to  assist  her; 

He  picked  up  her  glove  and  her  wrister; 

"Did  you  fall,  Ma'am?"  he  cried; 

"Did  you  think,"  she  replied, 
"I   sat  down   for  the   fun   of  it,   Mister?" 

At   first   laying   down,   as   a   fact    fundamental, 
That  nothing  with  God  can  be  accidental. 

— Longfellow. 


ACTING 

-kinson   Smith  tells  a  characteristic   story  of  a  southern 
friend  of  his,  an  actor,  who,  by  tl:  as  in  the  dramatiza- 

tion  of  Colonel  Carter.     On  one  occasion   the   actor  was   ap- 
pearing in  his  native  town,  and  remembered  an  old  negro  and 
who   had   been  body  servants   in   his   father's  house- 
hold, with  a  couple  of  seats   in  the  theatre.     As  it  happened, 
he  was  playing  the   part  of  the   villain,   and  was  largely  con- 
with   treasons,    stratagems   and    spoils.     From   time   to 
time   he  caught  a  glimpse  of   the   ancient  couple   in    the   gal- 


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.nul    judged    from    their    iYai>«.iik-    o>untenance    and    pop- 
ping eyes  that   they    were    hein.n   duly   impressed. 

After  the  play  he  asked  them  to  come  and  see  him  be- 
hind the  scenes.  They  sat  together  for  a  while  in  solemn 
silence,  and  then  the  mammy  resolutely  nudged  her  husband. 
The  old  man  gathered  himself  together  with  an  effort,  and 
said:  "Marse  Cha'les,  mebbe  it  ain'  for  us  po'  niggers  to  teach 
ouh  young  masser  'portment.  lint  \\e  jes'  got  to  tell  yo'  dat,  in 
all  de  time  we  b'long  to  de  fambly,  none  o'  ouh  folks  ain' 
neveh  befo'  mix  up  in  sechlike  dealin's,  an'  we  hope,  Marse 
Cha'les,  dat  yo'  see  de  erroh  of  yo'  ways  befo'  yo'  done  sho'  nuff 
disgrace  us." 

In  a  North  of  England  town  recently  a  company  of  local 
amateurs  produced  Hamlet,  and  the  following  account  of  the 
proceedings  appeared  in  the  local  paper  next  morning: 

"Last  night  all  the  fashionables  and  elite  of  our  town  gath- 
ered to  witness  a  performance  of  Hamlet  at  the  Town  Hall. 
There  has  been  considerable  discussion  in  the  press  as  to 
whether  the  play  was  written  by  Shakespeare  or  Bacon.  All 
doubt  can  be  now  set  at  rest.  Let  their  graves  be  opened;  the 
one  who  turned  over  last  night  is  the  author." 

Suit  the  action  to  the  word,  the  word  to  the  action,  with 
this  special  observance,  that  you  o'erstep  not.  the  modesty  of 
nature. — Shakespeare. 

To  wake  the  soul  by  tender  strokes  of  art, 
To  raise  the  genius,  and  to  mend  the  heart; 
To  make  mankind,  in  conscious  virtue  bold, 
Live  o'er  each   scene,   and  be  what  they   behofd — 
For  this  the  tragic  muse  first  trod  the  stage. 

— Pope. 

ACTORS  AND  ACTRESSES 

An  "Uncle  Tom's  Cabin"  company  was  starting  to  parade 
in  a  small  New  England  town  when  a  big  gander,  from  a 
farmyard  near  at  hand  waddled  to  the  middle  of  the  street 
and  began  to  hiss. 


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One  of  the  doublc-in-bra>s  actors  turned  toward  the  fowl 
and  angrily  exclaimed: 

"Don't  be  so  dern  quick  to  jump  at  conclusions.  Wait  till 
you  see  the  show." — K.  A.  Bisbee. 

When  William  H.  Crane  was  younger  and  less  discreet  he 
had  a  vaunting  ambition  to  play  Hamlet.  So  with  his  first 
profits  he  organized  his  own  company  and  he  went  to  an  in- 
land western  town  to  give  vent  to  his  ambition  and  "try  it 
on." 

When  he  came  back  to  New  York  a  group  of  friends  noticed 
that  the  actor  appeared  to  be  much  downcast. 

"What's  the  matter,  Crane?  Didn't  they  appreciate  it?" 
asked  one  of  his  friends. 

"They  didn't  seem  to,"  laconically  answered  the  actor. 

"Well,  didn't  they  give  any  encouragement?  Didn't  they 
ask  you  to  come  before  the  curtain?"  persisted  the  friend. 

"Ask   me?"   answered   Crane.     "Man,   they    dared   me!" 

LEADING  MAN  IN  TRAVELING  COMPANY — "We  play  Hamlet 
to-night,  laddie,  do  we  not?" 

SUB-MANAGER — "Yes,  Mr.  Montgomery." 

LEADING  MAN — "Then  I  must  borrow  the  sum  of  two-pence  1" 

SUB-MANAGER— "Why  ?" 

LEADING  MAN — "I  have  four  days'  growth  upon  my  chin. 
One  cannot  play  Hamlet  in  a  beard!" 

SUB- MANAGER— "Urn— well— we'll  put  on  Macbeth!" 

HE— "But  what  reason  have  you  for  refusing  to  marry  me?" 
SHE— "Papa  objects.     He  says  you  are  an  actor." 

-"Give  my  regards  to  the  old  boy  and  tell  him  I'm  sorry 
he  isn't  a  newspaper  critic." 

The  hero  of  the  play,  after  putting  up  a  stiff  fight  with  the 
villain,  had  died  to  slow  music. 

The  audience   insisted  on   his  coming  before   the  curtain. 

He  refused  to  appear. 

But  the  audience  still  insisted. 

Then  the  manager,  a  gentleman  with  a  strong  accent,  came 
to  the  front. 


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lies   :nf   i-intU-men,"  lie  said,   "the  rarpse  thanks   ye   kind- 
ly, but  he  says  he's  dead,  an'  he's  goin'   to  stay  dead." 

Mrs.  Minnie  Maddern  Fiske,  the  actress,  was  having  her  hair 
dressed  by  a  young  woman  at  her  home.  The  actress  was 
very  tired  and  quiet,  but  a  chance  remark  from  the  dresser 
made  her  open  her  eyes  and  sit  up. 

"I  should  have  went  on  the  stage,"  said  the  young  woman 
complacently. 

"But,"  returned  Mrs.  Fiske,  "look  at  me — think  how  I  have 
had  to  work  and  study  to  gain  what  success  I  have,  and  win 
such  fame  as  is  now  mine !" 

"Oh,  yes,"  replied  the  young  woman  calmly;  "but  then  I 
have  talent." 

Orlando  Day,  a  fourth-rate  actor  in  London,  was  once  called, 
in  a  sudden  emergency,  to  supply  the  place  of  Allen  Ainsworth 
at  the  Criterion  Theatre  for  a  single  night. 

The  call  filled  him  with  joy.  Here  was  a  chance  to  show 
the  public  how  great  a  histrionic  genius  had  remained  unknown 
for  lack  of  an  opportunity.  But  his  joy  was  suddenly  damp- 
ened by  the  dreadful  thought  that,  as  the  play  was  already  in 
the  midst  of  its  run,  none  of  the  dramatic  critics  might  be 
there  to  watch  his  triumph. 

A  bright  thought  struck  him.  He  would  announce  the 
event.  Rushing  to  a  telegraph  office,  he  sent  to  one  of  the 
leading  critics  the  following  telegram:  "Orlando  Day  presents 
Allen  Ainsworth's  part  to-night  at  the  Criterion." 

Then  it  occurred  to  him,  "Why  not  tell  them  all?"  So 
he  repeated  the  message  to  a  dozen  or  more  important  persons. 

At  a  late  hour  of  the  same  day,  in  the  Garrick  Club,  a 
lounging  gentleman  produced  one  of  the  telegrams,  and  read 
it  to  a  group  of  friends.  A  chorus  of  exclamations  followed 
the  reading:  "Why,  I  got  precisely  the  same  message!"  "And 
so  did  I."  "And  I,  too."  "Who  is  Orlando  Day?"  "What 
beastly  cheek!"  "Did  the  ass  fancy  that  one  would  pay  any 
attention  to  his  wire?" 

J.  M.  Barrie,  the  famous  author  and  playwright,  who  was 
present,  was  the  only  one  who  said  nothing. 


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"Didn't  he  wire  you  too?"  asked  one  of  the  group. 

"Oh,  yes." 

"But  of  course  you  didn't  answer." 

"Oh,  but  it  was  only  polite  to  send  an  answer  after  he 
had  taken  the  trouble  to  wire  me.  So,  of  course,  I  answered 
him." 

"You  did!     What  did  you  Say?" 

"Oh,  I  just  telegraphed  him:  Thanks  for  timely  warning.'" 

Twinkle,  twinkle,  lovely  star! 
How   I   wonder  if  you   are 
When  at  home  the  tender  age 
You  appear  when  on  the  stage. 

— Mary  A.  Fair  child. 

Recipe  for  an  actor: 

To  one  slice  of  ham  add  assortment  of  roles, 

Steep  the  head  in  mash  notes  till  it  swells. 
Garnish   with  onions,  tomatoes  and  beets, 
Or  with  eggs— from  afar— in  the  shells. 

-Life. 

Recipe  for  an  ingenue: 

A  pound  and  three-quarters  of  kitten, 
Three  ounces  of  flounces  and  sighs; 
Add  wiggles  and  giggles  and  gurgles, 
And  ringlets  and  dimples  and  eyes. 

-Life. 


ADAPTATION 

"I  know  a  nature-faker,"  said  Mr.  Bache,  the  author,  "who 
claims  that  a  hen  of  his  last  month  hatched,  from  a  setting 
of  seventeen  eggs,  seventeen  chicks  that  had,  in  lieu  of  feathers, 
fur. 

"He  claimed  that  these  fur-coated  chicks  were  a  proof  of 
nature's  adaptation  of  all  animals  to  their  environment,  the  sev- 
enteen eggs  having  been  of  the  cold-storage  variety." 


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ADDRESSES 

In  a  large  store  a  child,  pointing  to  a  shopper  exclaimed, 
"Oh,  mother,  that  lady  lives  the  same  place  we  do.  I  just 
heard  her  say,  'Send  it  up  C.  O.  D.'  Isn't  that  where  we 
live?" 

An  Englishman  went  into  his  local  library  and  asked  for 
Frederic  Harrison's  George  Washington  and  other  American 
Addresses.  In  a  little  while  he  brought  back  the  book  to  the 
librarian  and  said: 

"This  book  does  not  give  me  what  I  require;  I  want  to  find 
out  the  addresses  of  several  American  magnates ;  I  know  where 
George  Washington  has  gone  to,  for  he  never  told  a  lie." 

ADVERTISING 

Not  long  ago  a  patron  of  a  cafe  in  Chicago  summoned  his 
waiter  and  delivered  himself  as  follows: 

"I  want  to  know  the  meaning  of  this.  Look  at  this  piece 
of  beef.  See  its  size.  Last  evening  I  was  served  with  a  por- 
tion more  than  twice  the  size  of  this." 

"Where   did    you    sit?"    asked    the    waiter. 

"What  has  that  to  do  with  it?  I  believe  I  sat  by  the  win- 
dow." 

"In  that  case,"  smiled  the  waiter,  "the  explanation  is  sim- 
ple. We  always  serve  customers  by  the  window  large  portions. 
It's  a  good  advertisement  for  the  place." 

"Advertising  costs  me  a  lot  of  money." 

"Why  I  never  saw  your  goods  advertised." 

"They  aren't.     But  my  wife  reads  other  people's  ads." 

When  Mark  Twain,  in  his  early  days,  was  editor  of  a  Mis- 
souri paper,  a  superstitious  subscriber  wrote  to  him  saying  that 
he  had  found  a  spider  in  his  paper,  and  asking  him  whether 
that  was  a  sign  of  good  luck  or  bad.  The  humorist  wrote  him 
this  answer  and  printed  it: 

"Old  subscriber:  Finding  a  spider  in  your  paper  was 
neither  good  luck  nor  bad  luck  for  you.  The  spider  was  mere- 


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ly  looking  over  our  paper  to  see  which  merchant  is  not  ad- 
vertising, so  that  he  can  go  to  that  store,  spin  his  web  across 
the  door  and  lead  a  life  of  undisturbed  peace  ever  afterward." 

"Good  Heavens,  man!     I   saw  your  obituary  in  this  morn- 
ing's paper!" 

"Yes,  I  know.     I  put  it  in  myself.     My  opera  is  to  be  pro- 
duced  to-night,   and   I   want  good   notices   from   the   critics." 

:.  Hilton  Turvey. 


Paderewski  arrived  in  a  small  western  town  about  noon  one 
day  and  decided  to  take  a  walk  in  the  afternoon.  While  strol- 
ling along  he  heard  a  piano,  and,  following  the  sound,  came 
to  a  house  on  which  was  a  sign  reading: 

"Miss  Jones.     Piano  lessons  25  cents  an  hour." 

Pausing  to  listen  he  heard  the  young  woman  trying  to  play 
one  of  Chopin's  nocturnes,  and  not  succeeding  very  well. 

Paderewski  walked  up  to  the  house  and  knocked.  Miss 
Jones  came  to  the  door  and  recognized  him  at  once.  Delighted, 
she  invited  him  in  and  he  sat  down  and  played  the  nocturne 
as  only  Paderewski  can,  afterward  spending  an  hour  in  cor- 
recting her  mistakes.  Miss  Jones  thanked  him  and  he  de- 
parted. 

Some  months  afterward  he  returned  to  the  town,  and  again 
took  the  same  walk. 

I  Ic  soon  came  to  the  home  of  Miss  Jones,  and,  looking  at 
the  sign,  he  read : 

s  Jones.     Piano  lessons  $1.00  an  hour.  (Pupil  of  Pader- 
cw?I 

Shortly    after   Raymond    Hitchcock   made   his    first   big   hit 
\v  York,  Eddie  Foy,  who  was  also  playing  in  town,  hap- 
issing   Daly's   Theatre,   and   paused   to   look   at 
the  pictures  of  Hitchcock  and  his  company  that  adorned   the 
entrance.    Near  the  pictures  was  a  billboard  covered  with  laud- 
atory   extracts    from    newspaper   criticisms   of   the    show. 
When  Foy  had  moodily  read  to  the  bottom  of  the  list,  he 
!   to  an  unobtrusive  young  man  who  had  been   watching 
him  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye. 

"Say,   have   you   seen   this  :c   asked. 


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"Sure,"   replied   the  young  man. 

"Any   good?    How's   this   guy    Hitchcock,    anyhow?" 

"Any  good?"  repeated  the  young  man  pityingly.  "Why, 
say,  he's  the  best  in  the  business.  He's  got  all  these  other 
would-be  side-ticklers  lashed  to  the  mast.  He's  a  scream. 
Never  laughed  so  much  at  any  one  in  all  my  life." 

"Is  he  as  good  as  Foy?"  ventured  Foy  hopefully. 

"As  good  as  Foy!"  The  young  man's  scorn  was  superb. 
"Why,  this  Hitchcock  has  got  that  Foy  person  looking  like  a 
gloom.  They're  not  in  the  same  class.  Hitchcock's  funny.  A 
man  with  feelings  can't  compare  them.  I'm  sorry  you  asked 
me,  I  feel  so  strongly  about  it." 

Eddie  looked  at  him  very  sternly  and  then,  in  the  hollow 
tones  of  a  tragedian,  he  said : 

"I  am  Foy." 

"I  know  you  are,"  said  the  young  man  cheerfully.  "I'm 
Hitchcock !" 

Advertisements  are  of  great  use  to  the  vulgar.  First  of  all, 
as  they  are  instruments  of  ambition.  A  man  that  is  by  no 
means  big  enough  for  the  Gazette,  may  easily  creep  into  the 
advertisements;  by  which  means  we  often  see  an  apothecary 
in  the  same  paper  of  news  with  a  plenipotentiary,  or  a  running 
footman  with  an  ambassador. — Addison. 

See  also  Salesmen  and  Salesmanship. 


ADVICE 

Her  exalted  rank  did  not  give  Queen  Victoria  immunity 
from  the  trials  of  a  grandmother.  One  of  her  grandsons, 
whose  recklessness  in  spending  money  provoked  her  strong 
disapproval,  wrote  to  the  Queen  reminding  her  of  his  approach- 
ing birthday  and  delicately  suggesting  that  money  would  be  the 
most  acceptable  gift.  In  her  own  hand  she  answered,  sternly 
reproving  the  youth  for  the  sin  of  extravagance  and  urging 
upon  him  the  practise  of  economy.  His  reply  staggered  her: 

"Dear  Grandmama,"  it  ran,  "thank  you  for  your  kind  letter 
of  advice.  I  have  sold  the  same  for  five  pounds." 


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Many   receive  advice,   only   the   wise   profit  by   i\..—Publius 
Syrus. 

AERONAUTICS 

A  flea  and  a  fly  in  a  flue, 

Were  imprisoned;  now  what  could  they  do? 

Said  the  fly,  "let  us  flee."  t^ 

"Let  us  fly,"  said  the  flea, 
And  they  flew  through  a  flaw   in  the  flue. 

The   impression   that   men   will   never   fly   like   birds   seems 
to  be  aeroneous. — La  Touche  Hancock. 


AEROPLANES 

"Mother,  may  I  go  aeroplane?" 

"Yes,  my  darling  Mary. 
Tie    yourself    to    an   anchor    chain 

And  don't  go  near  the  airy." 

— Judge. 

Harry  N.  Atwood,  the  noted  aviator,  was  the  guest  of 
honor  at  a  dinner  in  New  York,  and  on  the  occasion  his  elo- 
quent reply  to  a  toast  on  aviation  terminated  neatly  with  these 
words : 

"The  aeroplane  has  come  at  last,  but  it  was  a  long  time  com- 
ing. We  can  imagine  Necessity,  the  mother  of  invention,  look- 
ing up  at  a  sky  all  criss-crossed  with  flying  machines,  and 
aying,  with  a  shake  of  her  old  head  and  with  a  con- 
tented smile: 

"'Of  all  my  family,  the  aeroplane  has  been  the  hardest  to 


A  genius  who  once  did  aspire 
To  invent  an  aerial  flyer, 

When  asked,  "Does  it  go?" 

Replied,  "I   don't  km 
I'm  awaiting  some  damphule  to  try  'er. 


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AFTER  DINNER  SPEECHES 

A  Frenchman   once  remarked: 

"The  table  is  the  only  place  where  one  is  not  bored  for 
the  first  hour." 

Every  rose  has   its  thorn 

There's  fuzz  on  all  the  peaches. 
\     There  never  was  a  dinner  yet 

Without   some   lengthy   speeches. 

Joseph  Chamberlain  was  the  guest  of  honor  at  a  dinner  in 
an  important  city.  The  Mayor  presided,  and  when  coffee  was 
being  served  the  Mayor  leaned  over  and  touched  Mr.  Cham- 
berlain, saying,  "Shall  we  let  the  people  enjoy  themselves  a 
little  longer,  or  had  we  better  have  your  speech  now?" 

"Friend,"  said  one  immigrant  to  another,   "this   is  a  grand 
country  to  settle  in.     They  don't  hang  you  here  for  murder." 
"What  do  they  do  to  you?"  the  other  immigrant  asked. 
"They  kill  you,"  was  the  reply,  "with  elocution." 

At  one  of  the  famous  "frolics"  given  by  the  Lambs'  Club 
in  New  York,  Charles  Frohman  had  made  an  extremely  neat 
and  appropriate  speech.  There  was  loud  applause  at  its  fin- 
ish, and  then  Augustus  Thomas  jumped  up  on  his  chair  and 
called:  "Author!  Author!" 

Joseph  H.  Choate  and  Chauncey  Depew  were  invited  to 
a  dinner.  Mr.  Choate  was  to  speak,  and  it  fell  to  the  lot  of 
Mr.  Depew  to  introduce  him,  which  he  did  thus:  "Gentlemen, 
permit  me  to  introduce  Ambassador  Choate,  America's  most 
inveterate  after-dinner  speaker.  All  you  need  to  do  to  get  a 
speech  out  of  Mr.  Choate  is  to  open  his  mouth,  drop  in  a  dinner 
and  up  conies  your  speech." 

Mr.  Choate  thanked  the  Senator  for  his  compliment,  and 
then  said:  "Mr.  Depew  says  if  you  open  my  mouth  and  drop 
in  a  dinner  up  will  come  a  speech,  but  I  warn  you  that  if  you 
open  your  mouths  and  drop  in  one  of  Senator  Depew's  speeches 
up  will  come  your  dinners." 


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Mr.  John   C.    Hackett   recently   told   the   following   story: 

"I  was  up  in  Rockland  County  last  summer,  and  there 
was  a  banquet  given  at  a  country  hotel.  All  the  farmers  were 
there  and  all  the  village  characters.  I  was  asked  to  make  a 
speech. 

ow,'  said  I.  with  the  usual  apologetic  manner,  'it  is  not 
fair  to  you  that  the  toastmaster  should  ask  me  to  speak.  I 
am  notorious  as  the  worst  public  speaker  in  the  State  of  New 
York.  My  reputation  extends  from  one  end  of  the  state  to 

the  other.     I  have  no  rival  whatever,  when  it  comes '  I  was 

interrupted  by  a  lanky,   ill-clad  individual,  who  had   stuck  too 
close  to  the  beer  pitcher. 

"  'Gentlemen,'  said  he,  'I  take  'ception  to  what  this  here  man 
says.  He  ain't  the  worst  public  speaker  in  the  state.  I  am. 
You  all  know  it,  an'  I  want  it  made  a  matter  of  record  that 
I  took  'ception.' 

"  'Well,  my  friend,'  said  I,  'suppose  we  leave  it  to  the 
guests.  You  sit  down  while  I  say  my  piece,  and  then  I'll  sit 
down  and  let  you  give  a  demonstration.'  The  fellow  agreed 
and  I  went  on.  I  hadn't  gone  far  when  he  got  up  again. 

"  "S  all  right/  said  he,  'you  win ;  needn't  go  no  farther !' " 


Mark  Twain  and  Chauncey  M.  Depew  once  went  abroad  on 
the  same  ship.  When  the  ship  was  a  few  days  out  they  were 
both  invited  to  a  dinner.  Speech-making  time  came.  Mark 
Twain  had  the  first  chance.  He  spoke  twenty  minutes  and 
made  a  great  hit.  Then  it  was  Mr.  Depew's  turn. 

"Mr.    Toastmaster    and    Ladies    and    Gentlemen,"    said    the 

raconteur    as    he    arose,    "Before    this    dinner    Mark 

n  and  myself  made  an  agreement  to  trade  speeches.     He 

has  just  delivered  my  speech,  and  I  thank  you  for  the  pleasant 

manner  in  which  you  received  it.     I  regret  to  say  that  I  have 

lost   the   notes   of   his   speech   and   cannot   remember   anything 

he  was  to  say." 

Then  he  sat  down.     There   was  much  laughter.     Next  day 

man   wlu>  had   1-ern    in  ne  across   Mark 

:noking-room.     "Mr.  Clemens,"  he  said,  "I  con- 

h    imposed   upon   last   night.      I    have  al- 

!   that   Mr.   Ocpcw  is  a  clever  man,  but,  really,  that 


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speech  of  his  you  made  last  night  struck  me  as  being  the  most 
infernal   rot." 


See  also  Orators;  Politicians;  Public  Speakers. 


AGE 

The  good  die  young— Here's  hoping  that  you  may   live  to 
a  ripe  old  age. 

"How  old  are  you,  Tommy?"  asked  a  caller. 
"Well,  when  I'm  home  I'm  five,  when  I'm  in  school  I'm  six, 
and  when  I'm  on  the  cars  I'm  four." 


"How  effusively  sweet  that  Mrs.  Blondey  is  to  you,  Jonesy," 
said  Witherell.  "What's  up?  Any  tender  little  romance  there?" 

"No,  indeed — why,  that  woman  hates  me,"  said  Jonesy. 

"She  doesn't  show  it,"   said  Witherell. 

"No;  but  she  knows  I  know  how  old  she  is — we  were  both 
born  on  the  same  day,"  said  Jonesy,  "and  she's  afraid  I'll  tell 
somebody." 

As  every  southerner  knows,  elderly  colored  people  rarely 
know  how  old  they  are,  and  almost  invariably  assume  an  age 
much  greater  than  belongs  to  them.  In  an  Atlanta  family  there 
is  employed  an  old  chap  named  Joshua  Bolton,  who  has  been 
with  that  family  and  the  previous  generation  for  more  years 
than  they  can  remember.  In  view,  therefore,  of  his  advanced 
age,  it  was  with  surprise  that  his  employer  received  one  day 
an  application  for  a  few  days  off,  in  order  that  the  old  fel- 
low might,  as  he  put  it,  "go  up  to  de  ole  State  of  Virginny" 
to  see  his  aunt. 

"Your  aunt  must  be  pretty  old,"  was  the  employer's  com- 
ment. 

"Yassir,"  said  Joshua.  "She's  pretty  ole  now.  I  reckon  she's 
'bout  a  hundred  an'  ten  years  ole." 


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"One  hundred  and  ten!  But  what  on  earth  is  she  doing  up 
in  Virginia?" 

"I  don't  jest  know,"  explained  Joshua,  "but  I  understand 
she's  up  dere  livin'  wif  her  grandmother." 

When  "Bob"  Burdette  was  addressing  the  graduating  class 
of  a  large  eastern  college   for   women,  he  began  his   remarks       // 
with  the  usual  salutation,   "Young  ladies  of  '97."     Then  in   a 
horrified  aside  he  added,  "That's  an  awful  age  for  a  girll" 

THE  PARSON  (about  to  improve  the  golden  hour)— "When  a 
man  reaches  your  age,  Mr.  Dodd,  he  cannot,  in  the  nature  of 
things,  expect  to  live  very  much  longer,  and  I " 

THE  NONAGENARIAN — "I  dunno,  parson.  I  be  stronger  on 
my  legs  than  I  were  when  I  started!" 

A  well-meaning  Washington  florist  was  the  cause  of  much 
embarrassment  to  a  young  man  who  was  in  love  with  a  rich 
and  beautiful  girl. 

It  appears  that  one  afternoon  she  informed  the  young  man 
that  the  next  day  would  be  her  birthday,  whereupon  the  suitor 
remarked  that  he  would  the  next  morning  send  her  some  roses, 
one  rose  for  each  year. 

That  night  he  wrote  a  note  to  his  florist,  ordering  the  delivery 
of  twenty  roses  for  the  young  woman.  The  florist  himself  filled 
the  order,  and,  thinking  to  improve  on  it,  said  to  his  clerk: 

"Here's  an  order  from  young  Jones  for  twenty  roses.  He's 
one  of  my  best  customers,  so  I'll  throw  in  ten  more  for  good 
measure."— Edwin  Tarrisse. 

A  small  boy  who  had  recently  passed  his  fifth  birthday  was 

riding   in   a   suburban   car   with    his   mother,   when   they   were 

!   the  customary  question,  "I low  old  is  the  boy?"     After 

told  the  correct  age,   which   did  not  require  a  fare,  the 

cd  on  to  the  next  person. 
The  boy  ft  -till  as  if  pondering  over  some  question,^ 

•lien,  concluding  that  full  information  had  not  been  given, 
called  loudly  to  the  conductor,  then  at  the  other  end  of  the 
'And  mother's  thirty-one  1" 


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The  late  John  P.igdow,  the  patriarch  of  diplomats  and  au- 
thors, and  the  no  less  distinguished  physician  and  author,  Dr. 
S.  Weir  Mitchell,  were  together,  several  ye;  at  West 

Point.  Dr.  Bigelow  was  then  ninety-two,  and  Dr.  Mitchell 
eighty. 

The  conversation  turned  to  the  subject  of  age.  "I  attribute 
/  my  many  years,"  said  Dr.  Bigelow,  "to  the  fact  that  I  have 
y  been  most  abstemious.  I  have  eaten  sparingly,  and  have  not 
used  tobacco,  and  have  taken  little  exercise." 

"It  is  just  the  reverse  in  my  case,"  explained  Dr.  Mitchell. 
"I  have  eaten  just  as  much  as  I  wished,  if  I  could  get  it;  I 
have  always  used  tobacco,  immoderately  at  times ;  and  I  have 
always  taken  a  great  deal  of  exercise." 

With  that,  Ninety-Two-Years  shook  his  head  at  Eighty- Yeais 
and  said,  "Well,  you  will  never  live  to  be  an  old  man !" — Sarah 
Bache  Hodge. 

A  wise  man  never  puts  away  childish  things. — Sidney  Dark. 


To  the  old,  long  life  and  treasure; 
To  the  young,  all  health  and  pleasure. 

— Ben  Jonson. 

Youth  is  a  blunder;   Manhood  a  struggle;   Old   Age  a  re- 
gret.— Disraeli. 

We  do  not  count  a  man's  years,  until  he  has  nothing  else 
to  count. — Emerson. 

To  be  seventy  years  young  is   sometimes   far  more  cheer- 
ful and  hopeful  than  to  be  forty  years  old.— 0.  W.  Holmes. 


AGENTS 

"John,   whatever  induced  you  to  buy   a  house   in  this  for- 
saken region?" 

"One  of  the  best  men  in  the  business." — Life. 


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AGRICULTURE 

A  fanner,  according  to  this  definition,  is  a  man  who  makes 
his  money  on  the  farm  and  spends  it  in  town.  An  agricul- 
turist is  a  man  who  makes  his  money  in  town  and  spends  it 
on  the  farm. 

In  certain  parts  of  the  west,  where  without  irrigation  the 
cultivators  of  the  land  would  be  in  a  bad  way  indeed,  the  light 
rains  that  during  the  growing  season  fall  from  time  to  time, 
are  appreciated  to  a  degree  that  is  unknown  in  the  east. 

Last  summer  a  fruit  grower  who  owns  fifty  acres  of  or- 
chards was  rejoicing  in  one  of  these  precipations  of  moisture, 
when  his  hired  man  came  into  the  house. 

"Why  don't  you  stay  in  out  of  the  rain?"  asked  the  fruit- 
man. 

"I  don't  mind  a  little  dew  like  this,"  said  the  man.  "I  can 
work  along  just  the  same." 

"Oh,  I'm  not  talking  about  that,"  exclaimed  the  fruit-man. 
"The  next  time  it  rains,  you  come  into  the  house.  I  want 
that  water  on  the  land." 

They  used  to  have  a  farming  rule 
Of  forty  acres  and  a  mule. 
Results  were  won  by  later  men 
With  forty  square  feet  and  a  hen. 
And  nowadays   success  we  see 
With  forty  inches  and  a  bee. 

—Wasp. 

Blessed  be  agriculture !  if  one  does  not  have  too  much  of  it. — 
Charles  Dudley  Warner. 

When  tillage  begins,  other  arts  follow.  The  farmers,  there- 
fore, are  the  founders  of  human  civilization. — Daniel  Webster. 


ALARM   CLOCKS 

MIKI    (in  U'<1,  to  alarm-clock  as  it  goes  off)— "I  fooled  yez 
that  time.     I  was  not  aslape  at  all." 


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ALERTNESS 

"Alert?"  repeated  a  congressman,  when  questioned  con- 
cerning one  of  his  political  opponents.  "Why,  lie's  alert  as  a 
Providence  bridegroom  I  heard  of  the  other  day.  You  know 
how  bridegrooms  starting  off  on  their  honeymoons  sometimes 
forget  all  about  their  brides,  and  buy  tickets  only  for  them- 
selves? That  is  what  happened  to  the  Providence  young  man. 
And  when  his  wife  said  to  him,  'Why,  Tom,  you  bought  only 
one  ticket,'  he  answered  without  a  moment's  hesitation,  'By 
Jove,  you're  right,  dear !  I'd  forgotten  myself  entirely !' " 

ALIBI 

A  party  of  Manila  army  women  were  returning  in  an  auto 
from  a  suburban  excursion  when  the  driver  unfortunately  col- 
lided with  another  vehicle.  While  a  policeman  was  taking 
down  the  names  of  those  concerned  an  "English-speaking" 
Filipino  law-student  politely  asked  one  of  the  ladies  how  the 
accident  had  happened. 

"I'm  sure  I  don't  know,"  she  replied;  "I  was  asleep  when 
it  occurred." 

Proud  of  his  knowledge  of  the  Anglo-Saxon  tongue,  the 
youth  replied: 

"Ah,  madam,  then  you  will  be  able  to  prove  a   lullaby." 

ALIMONY 

"What  is  alimony,  ma?" 

"It  is  a  man's  cash  surrender  value." — Town  Topics. 

The  proof  of  the  wedding  is   in  the  alimony. 

ALLOWANCES 

"Why  don't  you  give  your  wife  an  allowance?" 
'"I   did   once,   and   she    spent   it   before   I    could    borrow    it 
back." 

ALTERNATIVES 
See   Choices. 


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ALTRUISM 

WILLIE— "1'a!" 
PA— "Yes." 

WILLIE — ''Teacher    says    we're    here    to    help    others." 

PA— "Of  course  we  are." 

\YILLIE— ''Well,  what  are  the  others  here  for?" 

There  was  once  a  remarkably  kind  boy  who  was  a  great 
angler.  There  was  a  trout  stream  in  his  neighborhood  that 
ran  through  a  rich  man's  estate.  Permits  to  fish  the  stream 
could  now  and  then  be  obtained,  and  the  boy  was  lucky  enough 
to  have  a  permit. 

One  day  he  was  fishing  with  another  boy  when  a  game- 
keeper suddenly  darted  forth  from  a  thicket.  The  lad  with 
the  permit  uttered  a  cry  of  fright,  dropped  his  rod,  and  ran 
off  at  top  speed.  The  gamekeeper  pursued. 

For  about  half  a  mile  the  gamekeeper  was  led  a  swift  and 
difficult  chase.  Then,  worn  out,  the  boy  halted.  The  man 
seized  him  by  the  arm  and  said  between  pants: 

"Have  you  a  permit  to  fish  on  this  estate?" 

"Yes,  to  be  sure,"  said  the  boy,  quietly. 

"You  have?     Then   show  it  to  me." 

The  boy  drew  the  permit  from  his  pocket.  The  man  ex- 
amined it  and  frowned  in  perplexity  and  anger. 

"Why  did  you  run  when  you  had  this  permit?"  he   asked. 

"To  let  the  other  boy  get  away,"  was  the  reply.  "He  didn't 
have  none!" 


AMBITION 

Oliver  Herford  sat  next  to  a  soulful  poetess  at  dinner  one 
night,   and   that   dreamy   one   turned   her   sad   eyes   upon   him. 
you  no  other  ambition,   Mr.   Herford,"   she   demanded, 
"than  to  force  people  to  dcgi 

Yes,   Herford   had   an   ambition.     A  whale  of   an  ambition. 
Some  day  he  hoped  to  gratify  it. 

The   woman   rested   her  elbows   on   the   table   and   propped 
r   long,   sad   hands,   and  glowed   into    M; 


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ford's  eyes.     "Oh,   Mr.    Ilcrford,"  she  said,  "Oliver!     Tell  me 
about  it." 

"I  want  to  throw  an  egg  into  an  electric  fan,"  said  Her- 
ford,  simply. 

"Hubby,"  said  the  observant  wife,  "the  janitor  of  these  flats 
is  a  bachelor." 

"What  of  it?" 

"I  really  think  he  is  becoming  interested  in  our  oldest  daugh- 
ter." 

"There  you  go  again  with  your  pipe  dreams!  Last  week  it 
was  a  duke." 

The  chief  end  of  a  man  in  New  York  is  dissipation ;  in 
Boston,  conversation. 

When  you  are  aspiring  to  the  highest  place,  it  is  honor- 
able to  reach  the  second  or  even  the  third  rank. — Cicero. 

The  man   who   seeks   one   thing  in   life,    and  but   one, 
May  hope  to  achieve  it  before  life  be  done; 
But  he  who  seeks  all  things,  wherever  he  goes, 
Only  reaps  from  the  hopes  which  around  him  he  sows 
A   harvest   of  barren   regrets. 

— Owen  Meredith 

AMERICAN   GIRL 

Here's  to  the  dearest 

Of  all  things  on  earth. 
(Dearest   precisely — 

And  yet  of  full  worth.) 
One  who  lays  siege  to 

Susceptible  hearts. 
(Pocket-books  also — 

That's  one  of  her  arts!) 
Drink  to  her,   toast  her, 

Your  banner  unfurl — 
Here's  to  the  priceless 
American  Girl ! 

—Walter  Pulitzer. 


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AMERICANS 

1  ield  was  at  a  dinner  in  London  when  the  conversa- 
tion turned   to   the   subject   of   lynching   in   the   United   States. 
£  the  general  opinion  that  a  large  percentage  of  Ameri- 
cans met  death  at  the  end  of  a  rope.  Finally  the  hostess  turned 
to  Field  and  asked: 

"You,  sir,  must  have  often  seen   these  affairs?" 
cs,"   replied    Field,    "hundreds    of  them." 

"Oh,  do  tell  us  about  a  lynching  you  have  seen  yourself," 
broke  in  half  a  dozen  voices  at  once. 

\Vcll,  the  night  before  I  sailed  for  England,"  said  Field, 
"I  was  giving  a  dinner  at  a  hotel  to  a  party  of  intimate  friends 
when  a  colored  waiter  spilled  a  plate  of  soup  over  the  gown 
of  a  lady  at  an  adjoining  table.  The  gown  was  utterly  ruined, 
and  the  gentlemen  of  her  party  at  once  seized  the  waiter,  tied 
a  rope  around  his  neck,  and  at  a  signal  from  the  injured  lady 
swung  him  into  the  air." 

"Horrible!"  said  the  hostess  with  a  shudder.  "And  did  you 
actually  see  this  yourself?" 

"Well,  no,"  admitted  Field  apologetically.  "Just  at  that 
moment  I  happened  to  be  downstairs  killing  the  chef  for  put- 
ting mustard  in  the  blanc  mange." 

You  can  always  tell  the   English, 
You  can  always  tell  the  Dutch, 
You  can  always  tell  the  Yankees — 
But  you  can't  tell  them  much! 

AMUSEMENTS 

cwspaper   thus   defined    amusements: 

The   I  -fiends'  picnic  this  year  was  not  as   well  attended  as 
it  has  been  for  some  years.    This  can  be  laid  to  three  causes, 
he  change  of  place  in  holding  it,  deaths  in  families,  and 
other  amuserm 

I  wish  that  my  room  had  a  floor; 

much  care  f«  r  a  door; 
But  this  crawling  around 
Without  touching  the  ground 
getting  to  be  quite  a  bore. 


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I  am  a  great  friend  to  public  amusements;  for  they  keep 
people  from  vice. — Samuel  Johnson. 

ANATOMY 

TOMMY — "My  gran'pa  wuz  in  th'  civil  war,  an'  he  lost  a 
leg  or  a  arm  in  every  battle  he  fit  in !" 

JOHNNY— "Gee!     How  many  battles  was  he  in?" 
TOMMY — "About   forty." 

They  thought  more  of  the  Legion  of  Honor  in  the  time 
of  the  first  Napoleon  than  they  do  now.  The  emperor  one  day 
met  an  old  one-armed  veteran. 

"How  did  you  lose  your  arm?"  he  asked. 

"Sire,  at  Austerlitz." 

"And  were  you  not  decorated?" 

"No,  sire." 

"Then  here  is  my  own  cross  for  you;  I  make  you  chevalier." 

"Your  Majesty  names  me  chevalier  because  I  have  lost  one 
arm.  What  would  your  Majesty  have  done  had  I  lost  both 
arms?" 

"Oh,  in  that  case  I  should  have  made  you  Officer  of  the 
Legion." 

Whereupon  the  old  soldier  immediately  drew  his  sword 
and  cut  off  his  other  arm. 

There  is  no  particular  reason  to  doubt  this*  story.  The  only 
question  is,  how  did  he  do  it? 


ANCESTRY 

A  western  buyer  is  inordinately  proud  of  the  fact  that  one 
of  his  ancestors  affixed  his  name  to  the  Declaration  of  Inde- 
pendence. At  the  time  the  salesman  called,  the  buyer  was 
signing  a  number  of  checks  and  affixed  his  signature  with  many 
a  curve  and  flourish.  The  salesman's  patience  becoming  ex- 
hausted in  waiting  for  the  buyer  to  recognize  him,  he  finally 
observed : 

"You  have  a  fine  signature,  Mr.  So-and-So." 
"Yes,"  admitted  the  buyer,  "I  should  have.     One  of  my  fore- 
fathers signed  the   Declaration   of   Independence." 


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"So?"  said  the  caller,  with  rising  inflection.  And  then  he 
added: 

"Veil,  you  aind't  got  nottings  on  me.  One  of  my  fore- 
fathers signed  the  Ten  Commandments." 


In  a  speech  in  the  Senate  on  Hawaiian  affairs,  Senator  De- 
pew  of  New  York  told  this  story: 

When  Queen  Liliuokalani  was  in  England  during  the  Eng- 
lish queen's  jubilee,   she  was   received  at   Buckingham   Palace.    -^ 
In   the   course   of   the   remarks   that   passed   between   the   two 
queens,  the  one  from  the  Sandwich  Islands  said  that  she  had 
English  blood  in   her  veins. 

"How  so?"  inquired  Victoria. 

"My  ancestors   ate  Captain   Cook." 


Signer  Marconi,  in  an  interview  in  Washington,  praised 
American  democracy. 

"Over  here,"  he  said,  "you  respect  a  man  for  what  he  is 
himself — not  for  what  his  family  is — and  thus  you  remind  me 
of  the  gardener  in  Bologna  who  helped  me  with  my  first  wire- 
less apparatus. 

"As  my  mother's  gardener  and  I  were  working  on  my  ap- 
paratus together  a  young  count  joined  us  one  day,  and  while 
he  watched  us  work  the  count  boasted  of  his  lineage. 

"The  gardener,  after  listening  a  long  while,  smiled  and 
said: 

"  'If  you  come  from  an  ancient  family,  it's  so  much  the 
worse  for  you  sir;  for,  as  we  gardeners  say,  the  older  the 
seed  the  worse  the  crop.' " 


"Gerald,"    said    the   young   wife,    noticing   how   heartily   he 
was  eating,  "do  I  cook  as  well  as  your  mother  did?" 

Herald  put  up  his   monocle,  and  stared  at  her  through  it 
"Once  and   for  all,   Agatha,"  he  said,   "I   beg  you   will   re- 
member that  although   I  may  seem   to  be  in   reduced  circum- 
stances now,  I  come  of  an  old  and  distinguished  family.     My 
mother  was  not  a  cook." 


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"My   ancestors   came   over   in   the   'Mayflower.'  " 
"That's  nothing;  my  father  descended  from  an  aeroplane."  — 
Life. 

When  in  England,  Governor  Foss,  of  Massachusetts,  had 
luncheon  with  a  prominent  Englishman  noted  for  boasting  of 
his  ancestry.  Taking  a  coin  from  his  pocket,  the  Englishman 
said:  "My  great-great-grandfather  was  made  a  lord  by  the 
king  whose  picture  you  see  on  this  shilling."  "Indeed  !"  re- 
plied the  governor,  smiling,  as  he  produced  another  coin.  "What 
a  coincidence!  My  great-great-grandfather  was  made  an  angel 
by  the  Indian  whose  picture  you  see  on  this  cent." 

People  will  not  look  forward  to  posterity,  who  never  look 
backward  to  their  ancestors.—  Burke. 

From    yon    blue    heavens    above    us    bent, 
The  gardener  Adam  and  his,  wife 
Smile  at  the  claims  of  long  descent. 

—  Tennyson. 

ANGER 

Charlie  and  Nancy  had  quarreled.  After  their  supper  Moth- 
er tried  to  re-establish  friendly  relations.  She  told  them  of 
the  Bible  verse,  "Let  not  the  sun  go  down  upon  your  wrath." 
v  "Now,  Charlie,"  she  pleaded,  "are  you  going  to  let  the 
sun  go  down  on  your  wrath?" 

Charlie  squirmed  a  little.     Then  : 

"Well,  how   can  /  stop  it?" 

When  a  husband  loses  Kis  temper  he  usually  finds  his  wife's. 

It  is  easy  enough  to  restrain  our  wrath  when  the  other 
fellow  is  the  bigger. 

ANNIVERSARIES 

MRS.  JONES  —  "Does  your  husband  remember  your  wedding 
nir" 


anniversary?" 


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MRS.  SMITH— "No;  so  I  remind  him  of  it  in  January  and 
June,  and  get  two  presents." 

ANTIDOTES 

"Suppose,"  asked  the  professor  in  chemistry,  "that  you  were 
summoned  to  the  side  of  a  patient  who  had  accidentally  swal- 
lowed a  heavy  dose  of  oxalic  acid,  what  would  you  administer?" 

The  student  who,  studying  for  the  ministry,  took  chemistry 
because  it  was  obligatory  in  the  course,  replied,  "I  would  ad- 
minister the  sacrament." 

APPEARANCES 

"How   fat   and   well  your  little  boy  looks." 

"Ah,  you  should  never  judge  from  appearances.  He's  got 
a  gumboil  on  one  side  of  his  face  and  he  has  been  stung  by 
a  wasp  on  the  other." 

APPLAUSE 

A  certain  theatrical  troupe,  after  a  dreary  and  unsuccess- 
ful tour,  finally  arrived  in  a  small  New  Jersey  town.  That 
night,  though  there  was  no  furore  or  general  uprising  of  the 
audience,  there  was  enough  hand-clapping  to  arouse  the  troupe's 
dejected  spirits.  The  leading  man  stepped  to  the  foot-lights 
after  the  first  act  and  bowed  profoundly.  Still  the  clapping 
continued. 

When   he   went   behind   the   scenes  he  saw   an   Irish 
hand   laughing  heartily.     "Well,  what  do  you  think  of  that?" 
asked  the  actor,  throwing  out  his  chest. 

"What    d'ye    mane?"    replied    the    Irishman. 

"Why.  the  hand-clapping  out  there,"  was  the  reply. 

"Hand-clapping?" 

"Yes,"  said  the  Thespian,  "they  are  giving  me  enough  ap- 
plause to  show  they  appreciate  me." 

"M'ye   call   tlint    applause:"   inquired    the    old    fellow.     "V, 
thot's  not  applause.     Thot's  the  audience  killin'  mosquitoes." 

Applause  >ur  of  noble  minds,  the  end  and  aim  of 

weak  ones.— Cotton. 


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O  Popular  Applause!  what  heart  of  man  is  proof  against 
thy  sweet,  seducing  charms? — Cowper. 

ARBITRATION,    INTERNATIONAL 

A  war  was  going  on,  and  one  day,  the  papers  being  full 
of  the  grim  details  of  a  bloody  battle,  a  woman  said  to  her 
husband : 

"This  slaughter  is  shocking.  It's  fiendish.  Can  nothing  be 
done  to  stop  it?" 

"I'm  afraid  not,"  her  husband  answered. 

"Why  don't  both  sides  come  together  and  arbitrate?"  she 
cried. 

"They  did,"  said  he.  "They  did,  'way  back  in  June.  That's 
how  the  gol-durned  thing  started." 

ARITHMETIC 

"He  seems  to  be  very  clever." 

"Yes,  indeed.  He  can  even  do  the  problems  that  his  chil- 
dren have  to  work  out  at  school." 

SONNY — "Aw,   pop,   I   don't  wanter   study   arithmetic." 
POP — "What !  a  son  of   mine  grow  up   and  not  be  able  to 
figure  up  baseball  scores  and  batting  averages?     Never  1" 

TEACHER — "Now,  Johnny,  suppose  I  should  borrow  $100 
from  your  father  and  should  pay  him  $10  a  month  for  ten 
months,  how  much  would  I  then  owe  him?" 

JOHNNY— "About  $3  interest." 

"See  how  I  can  count,  mama,"  said  Kitty.  "There's  my 
right  foot.  That's  one.  There's  my  left  foot.  That's  two. 
Two  and  one  make  three.  Three  feet  make  a  yard,  and  I  want 
to  go  out  and  play  in  it!" 

"Two  old  salts  who  had  spent  most  of  their  lives  on  fish- 

.   ing  smacks   had   an   argument  one  day   as   to   which   was   the 

v    better  mathematician,"  said  George  C.  Wiedenmayer  the  other 

day.     "Finally   the  captain   of  their   ship  proposed  the  follow- 


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ing  problem  which  each  would  try  to  work  out:  'If  a  fishing 
crew  caught  500  pounds  of  cod  and  brought  their  catch  to 
port  and  sold  it  at  6  cents  a  pound,  how  much  would  they 
receive  for  the  fish?' 

"Well,  the  two  old  fellows  got  to  work,  but  neither  seemed 
able  to  master  the  intricacies  of  the  deal  in  fish,  and  they  were 
unable  to  get  any  answer. 

'At  last  old  Bill  turned  to  the  captain  and  asked  him  to 
repeat  the  problem.  The  captain  started  off:  'If  a  fishing  crew 
caught  500  pounds  of  cod  and .' 

"'Wait   a  moment,'   said    Bill,   'is   it   codfish   they   caught?' 

"  'Yep,'  said  the  captain. 

"'Darn  it  all,'  said  Bill.  'No  wonder  I  couldn't  get  an  an- 
swer. Here  I've  been  figuring  on  salmon  all  the  time.'" 


ARMIES 

A  new  volunteer  at  a  national  guard  encampment  who  had 
not  quite  learned  his  business,  was  on  sentry  duty,  one  night, 
when  a  friend  brought  a  pie  from  the  canteen. 

As  he  sat  on  the  grass  eating  pie,  the  major  sauntered  up 
in  undress  uniform.     The  sentry,  not  recognizing  him,  did  not 
salute,  and  the  major  stopped  and  said: 
;at's  that  you  have  there?" 

"Pie,"  said  the  sentry,  good-naturedly.  "Apple  pie.  Have 
a  bite?" 

The  major  frowned. 

"Do  you  know  who  I  am?"  he  asked. 

"No,"  said  the  sentry,  "unless  you're  the  major's  groom." 

The  major  shook  his  head. 
•  ness    again,"   he   growled. 

"The  barber  from  the  village?" 

"No." 

ivbe"— here  the  sentry  laughed— "maybe  you're  the  major 
himself?" 

"That's  right.     I  am  the  major,"  was  the  stern  reply. 

The  sentry  scrambled  to  his   feet. 

"Good  gracious!"   he  exclaimed. 
I    present   an 


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The  battle  was  going  against  him.  The  commander-in- 
chief,  himself  ruler  of  the  South  American  republic,  sent  an 
aide  to  the  rear,  ordering  General  Blanco  to  bring  up  his  regi- 
ment at  once.  Ten  minutes  passed;  but  it  didn't  come.  Twen- 
ty, thirty,  an  hour — still  no  regiment.  The  aide  came  tear- 
ing back  hatless,  breathless. 

"My  regiment!  My  regiment!  Where  is  it?  Where  is  it?" 
shrieked  the  commander. 

"General,"  answered  the  excited  aide,  "Blanco  started  it 
all  right,  but  there  are  a  couple  of  drunken  Americans  down 
the  road  and  they  won't  let  it  go  by." 

An  army  officer  decided  to  see  for  himself  how  his  sen- 
tries were  doing  their  duty.  He  was  somewhat  surprised  at 
overhearing  the  following: 

"Halt!     Who  goes  there?" 

"Friend— with  a  bottle." 

"Pass,   friend.     Halt,   bottle." 

"A  war  is  a  fearful  thing,"  said  Mr.  Dolan. 

"It  is,"  replied  Mr.  Rafferty.  "When  you  see  the  fierceness 
of  members  of  the  army  toward  one  another,  the  fate  of  a 
common  enemy  must  be  horrible." 

See  also  Military  discipline. 


ARMY   RATIONS 

The  colonel  of  a  volunteer  regiment  camping  in  Virginia 
came  across  a  private  on  the  outskirts  of  the  camp,  painfully 
munching  on  something.  His  face  was  wry  and  his  lips  seemed 
to  move  only  with  the  greatest  effort. 

"What  are  you  eating?"  demanded  the  colonel. 

"Persimmons,  sir." 

"Good  Heavens !  Haven't  you  got  any  more  sense  than  to 
eat  persimmons  at  this  time  of  the  year?  They'll  pucker  the 
very  stomach  out  of  you!" 

"I  know,  sir.  That's  why  I'm  eatin'  'em.  I'm  tryin'  to 
shrink  me  stomach  to  fit  me  rations." 


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On  the  occasion  of  the  annual  encampment  of  a  western 
militia,  one  of  the  soldiers,  a  clerk  who  lived  well  at  home, 
was  experiencing  much  difficulty  in  disposing  of  his  rations. 

A  fellow-sufferer  nearby  was  watching  with  no  little  amuse- 
ment the  first  soldier's  attempts  to  Fletcherize  a  piece  of  meat. 
"Any  trouble,  Tom?"  asked  the  second  soldier  sarcastically. 

::e  in  particular,"  was  the  response.  Then,  after  a  sul- 
len survey  of  the  bit  of  beef  he  held  in  his  hand,  the  amateur 
fighter  observed: 

"Bill,  I  now  fully  realize  what  people  mean  when  they  speak 
of  the  sinews  of  war." — Howard  Morse. 


ART 

There  was  an  old  sculptor  named  Phidias, 
Whose  knowledge  of  Art   was   invidious. 

lie  carved  Aphrodite 

Without   any   nightie — 
Which   startled    the   purely   fastidious. 

—Gilbert  K.  Chesterton. 

The  friend  had  dropped  in  to  see  D'Auber,  the  great  ani- 
mal  painter,   put   the   finishing   touches   on   his   latest   painting. 
as  mystified,  however,  when  D'Auber  took  some  raw  meat 
and   rubbed  it  vigorously  over  the  painted   rabbit  in  the   fore- 
ground. 

"Why  on  earth  did  you  (!<•  that?"  he  ai 

y  you  see,"  explained  D'Auber,  "Mrs.  Millions  is 
coming  to  see  this  picture  today.  When  she  sees  her  pet 
poodle  smell  that  rabbit,  and  get  excited  over  it,  she'll  buy  it 
on  the  spot." 

A  young  artist  once  persuaded  Whistler  to  come  and  view 
his  latest  effort.  The  two  stood  before  the  canvas  for  some 
moments  in  silence.  Finally  the  young  man  asked  timidly, 
"Don't  you  think,  sir,  that  this  painting  of  mine  is — well — er— 

Me?" 

Whistler's   eyes   twin'  -!y. 

"Wl  '  cd. 


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The  amateur  artist  was  painting — sunset,  red  with  blue 
streaks  and  green  dots. 

The  old  rustic,  at  a  respectul  distance,  was  watching. 

"Ah,"  said  the  artist  looking  up  suddenly,  "perhaps  to  you, 
too,  Nature  has  opened  her  sky  picture  page  by  page !  Have  you  seen 
the  lambent  flame  of  dawn  leaping  across  the  livid  east;  the 
red-stained,  sulphurous  islets  floating  in  the  lake  of  fire  in  the 
west ;  the  ragged  clouds  at  midnight,  black  as  a  raven's  wing, 
blotting  out  the  shuddering  moon?" 

"No,"   replied  the   rustic,  "not  since  I  give  up  drink." 

Art  is  indeed  not  the  bread  but  the  wine  of  life. — Jean  Paul 
Richter. 

Now  nature  is  not  at  variance  with  art,  nor  art  with  na- 
ture; they  being  both  the  servants  of  His  providence.  Art  is 
the  perfection  of  nature.  Were  the  world  now  as  it  was  the 
sixth  day,  there  were  yet  a  chaos.  Nature  hath  made  one 
world,  and  art  another.  In  brief,  all  things  are  artificial;  for 
nature  is  the  art  of  God. — Sir  Thomas  Browne. 

ARTISTS 

ARTIST — "I'd  like  to  devote  my  last  picture  to  a  charitable 
purpose." 

CRITIC — "Why  not  give  it  to  an  institution  for  the  blind?" 

"Wealth  has  its  penalties,"  said  the  ready-made  philosopher. 

"Yes,"  replied  Mr.  Cumrox.  "I'd  rather  be  back  at  the 
dear  old  factory  than  learning  to  pronounce  the  names  of  the 
old  masters  in  my  picture-gallery." 

CRITIC — "By  George,  old  chap,  when  I  look  at  one  of  your 

paintings  I  stand  and  wonder " 

ARTIST— "How  I  do  it?" 
CRITIC— "No ;  why  you  do  it." 

He  that  seeks  popularity  in  art  closes  the  door  on  his  own 
genius:  as  he  must  needs  paint  for  other  minds,  and  not  for 
his  own. — Mrs.  Jameson. 


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ATHLETES 

The  caller's  eye  had  caught  the  photograph  of  Tommie  Bil- 
lups,  standing  on  the  desk  of  Mr.   Billups. 
iiat  your  boy,   Billups?"   he   asked. 

"Yes,"  said  Billups;  "he's  a  sophomore  up  at  Binkton  Col- 
lege." 

"Looks   intellectual   rather   than   athletic,"   said   the  caller. 

"Oh,  he's  an  athlete  all  right,"  said  Billups.  "When  it 
comes  to  running  up  accounts,  and  jumping  his  board-bill,  and 
lifting  his  voice,  and  throwing  a  thirty-two  pound  bluff,  there 
isn't  a  gladiator  in  creation  that  can  give  my  boy  Tommie  any 
kind  of  a  handicap.  He's  just  written  for  an  extra  check." 

"And  as  a  proud  father  you  are  sending  it,  I  don't  doubt," 
smiled  the  caller. 

"Yes,"  grinned  Billups;  "I  am  sending  him  a  rain-check  I 
got  at  the  ball-game  yesterday.  As  an  athlete,  he'll  appreciate 
its  value."—/.  K.  B. 

ATTENTION 

The  supervisor  of  a  school  was  trying  to  prove  that  chil- 
dren are  lacking  in  observation. 

To  the  children  he  said,  "Now,  children,  tell  me  a  number 
to  put  on  the  board." 

Some  child  said,  "Thirty-six."  The  supervisor  wrote  six- 
ty-three. 

He  asked  for  another  number,  and  seventy-six  was  given. 
He  wrote  sixty-seven. 

When  a  third  number  was  asked,  a  child  who  apparently 
had  paid  no  attention  called  out: 

heventy-theven.     Change  that    you  thucker!" 

AUTHORS 

•     The  following  is  a   recipe   for  an   author: 

c  the  usual  number  of  fingers, 
Add  paper,  manila  or  white, 
A  typewriter,  plenty  of  postage — 
And  something  or  other  to  write. 

-/: 


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Oscar  Wilde,  upon  hearing  one  of  Whistler's  bon  mots 
exclaimed:  "Oh,  Jimmy;  1  wish  i  had  said  that!"  "Never  mind, 
dear  Oscar/'  was  the  rejoinder,  "you  will!" 

THE  AUTHOR— "Would  you  advise  me  to  get  out  a  small  edi- 
tion?" 

THE  PUBLISHER — "Yes,  the  smaller  the  better.  The  more 
scarce  a  book  is  at  the  end  of  four  or  five  centuries  the  more 
money  you  realize  from  it." 

AMBITIOUS    AUTHOR — "Hurray!    Five    dollars    for    my    latest 
story,  The  Call  of  the  Lure !' " 
FAST   FRIEND — "Who   from?" 
AMBITIOUS  AUTHOR — "The  express  company.     They  lost  it." 

A  lady  who  had  arranged  an  authors'  reading  at  her  house 
succeeded  in  persuading  her  reluctant  husband  to  stay  home 
that  evening  to  assist  in  receiving  the  guests.  He  stood  the 
entertainment  as  long  as  he  could — three  authors,  to  be  exact — 
and  then  made  an  excuse  that  he  was  going  to  open  the 
front  door  to  let  in  some  fresh  air.  In  the  hall  he  found 
one  of  the  servants  asleep  on  a  settee. 

"Wake  up!"  he  commanded,  shaking  the  fellow  roughly. 
"What  does  this  mean,  your  being  asleep  out  here?  You  must 
have  been  listening  at  the  keyhole." 

An  ambitious  young  man  called  upon  a  publisher  and  stat- 
ed that  he  had  decided  to  write  a  book. 

"May  I  venture  to  inquire  as  to  the  nature  of  the  book  you 
propose  to  write?"  asked  the  publisher,  very  politely. 

"Oh,"  came  in  an  offhand  way  from  the  aspirant  to  literary 
fame,  "I  think  of  doing  something  on  the  line  of  'Les  Mise- 
rables,'  only  livelier,  you  know." 

"So  you  have  had  a  long  siege  of  nervous  prostration?"  we 
say  to  the  haggard  author.  "What  caused  it?  Overwork?" 

"In  a  way,  yes,"  he  answers  weakly.  "I  tried  to  do  a 
novel  with  a  Robert  W.  Chambers  hero  and  a  Mary  E.  Wil- 
kins  heroine." — Life. 


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Mark  Tuain  at  a  dinner  at  the  Authors'  Club  said:  "Speak- 
ing of  fresh  eggs,  I  am  reminded  of  the  town  of  Squash.  In 
my  early  lecturing  days  1  went  to  Squash  to  lecture  in  Tem- 
perance Hall,  arriving  in  the  afternoon.  The  town  seemed 
;  oorly  billed.  I  thought  I'd  find  out  if  the  people  knew 
anything  at  all  about  what  was  in  store  for  them.  So  I  turned 
in  at  the  general  store.  'Good  afternoon,  friend,'  I  said  to  the 
general  storekeeper.  'Any  entertainment  here  tonight  to  help  a 
stranger  while  away  his  evening?'  The  general  storekeeper, 
who  was  sorting  mackerels,  straightened  up,  wiped  his  briny 
hands  on  his  apron,  and  said:  'I  expect  there's  goin'  to  be  a 
kvture.  I've  been  selliiv  eggs  all  day.'" 

An  American  friend  of  Edmond  Rostand  says  that  the 
great  dramatist  once  told  him  of  a  curious  encounter  he  had 
had  with  a  local  magistrate  in  a  town  not  far  from  his  own. 

It  appears  that  Rostand  had  been  asked  to  register  the  birth 
of  a  friend's  newly  arrived  son.  The  clerk  at  the  registry  of- 
fice was  an  officious  little  chap,  bent  on  carrying  out  the  letter 
of  the  law.  The  following  dialogue  ensued: 

"Your  name,  sir?" 

"Edmond  Rostand." 

"Vocation?" 

"Man  of  letters,  and  member  of  the  French  Academy." 

"Very  well,  sir.  You  must  sign  your  name.  Can  you  write? 
If  not,  you  may  make  a  cross."— Howard  Morse. 

George  W.  Cable,  the  southern  writer,  was  visiting  a  west- 
ern city  where  he  was  invited  to  inspect  the  new  free  library. 
The  librarian  conducted  the  famous  writer  through  the  build- 
ing until  they  finally  reached  the  department  of  books  de- 
voted to  fiction. 

"We  have  all  your  books,  Mr.  Cable,"  proudly  said  the 
librarian.  "You  see  there  they  are— all  of  them  on  the  shelves 
there:  not  one  missing." 

And  Mr.  Cable's  hearty  laugh  was  not  for  the  reason  that 
the  librarian  thought ! 

Brief   History   of   a   Successful   Author:   From  ink-pots  to 
i>ots.— R.  R.  A 


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"It  took  me  nearly  ten  years  to  learn  that  I  couldn't  write 
stories." 

"1    suppose  you  gave   it   up   then?" 

"No,  no.     By  that  time  I  had  a  reputation." 

"I  dream  my  stories,"  said  Hicks,  the  author. 

"How  you   must  dread   going  to  bed !"  exclaimed  Cynicus. 

The  five-year-old  son  of  James  Oppenheim,  author  of  "The 
Olympian,"  was  recently  asked  what  work  he  was  going  to 
do  when  he  became  a  man.  "Oh,"  Ralph  replied,  "I'm  not  go- 
ing to  work  at  all."  "Well,  what  are  you  going  to  do,  then?" 
he  was  asked.  "Why,"  he  said  seriously,  "I'm  just  going 
to  write  stories,  like  daddy." 

William  Dean  Howells  is  the  kindliest  of  critics,  but  now 
and  then  some  popular  novelist's  conceit  will  cause  him  to 
bristle  up  a  little. 

"You  know,"  said  one,  fishing  for  compliments,  "I  get  richer 
and  richer,  but  all  the  same  I  think  my  work  is  falling  off. 
My  new  work  is  not  so  good  as  my  old." 

"Oh,  nonsense !"  said  Mr.  Howells.  "You  write  just  as  well 
as  you  ever  did.  Your  taste  is  improving,  that's  all." 

James  Oliver  Curwood,  a  novelist,  tells  of  a  recent  encount- 
er with  the  law.  The  value  of  a  short  story  he  was  writing 
depended  upon  a  certain  legal  situation  which  he  found  diffi- 
cult to  manage.  Going  to  a  lawyer  of  his  acquaintance  he  told 
him  the  plot  and  was  shown  a  way  to  the  desired  end.  "You've 
saved  me  just  $100,"  he  exclaimed,  "for  that's  what  I  am  going 
to  get  for  this  story." 

A  week  later  he  received  a  bill  from  the  lawyer  as  fol- 
lows: "For  literary  advice,  $100."  He  says  he  paid. 

"Tried  to  skin  me,  that  scribbler  did!" 

"What  did  he  want?" 

"Wanted  to  get  out  a  book  jointly,  he  to  write  the  book 
and  I  to  write  the  advertisements.  I  turned  him  down.  I 
wasn't  going  to  do  all  the  literary  work." 


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At  a  London  dinner  recently  the  conversation  turned  to  the 
various  methods  of  working  employed  by  literary  geniuses. 
Among  the  examples  cited  was  that  of  a  well-known  poet,  who, 
it  is  said,  was  wont  to  arouse  his  wife  about  four  o'clock  in 
the  morning  and  exclaim,  "Maria,  get  up;  I've  thought  of  a 
good  word!"  Whereupon  the  poet's  obedient  helpmate  would 
crawl  out  of  bed  and  make  a  note  of  the  thought-of  word. 

About  an  hour  later,  like  as  not,  a  new  inspiration  would 
seize  the  bard,  whereupon  he  would  again  arouse  his  wife, 
saying,  "Maria,  Maria,  get  up!  I've  thought  of  a  better  word!" 

The  company  in  general  listened  to  the  story  with  admira- 
tion, but  a  merry-eyed  American  girl  remarked :  "Well,  if  he'd 
been  my  husband  I  should  have  replied,  'Alpheus,  get  up  your- 
self; I've  thought  of  a  bad  word!'" 

"There  is  probably  no  hell  for  authors  in  the  next  world — 
they  suffer  so  much  from  critics  and  publishers  in  this." — Bovee. 

I   want  to  be  an   author, 

My  hand  up  to  my  face; 
A  thought  upon  my  forehead, 

An  air  of  studied  grace! 
I  want  to  be  an  author, 

With  genius  on  my  brow; 
I  want  to  be  an  author, 

And  I  want  to  be  it  now ! 

— Ella  Hutchison  Elhvanger. 

That  writer  does  the  most,  who  gives  his  reader  the  most 
knowledge,  and  takes  from  him  the  least  time.—  C.  C.  Colton. 

Habits  of   close   attention,  thinking  heads, 
Become  more  rare  as  dissipation  spreads, 
Till  authors  hear  at  length  one  general  cry 
Tickle  and  entertain  us,  or  we  die! 

— Cowfier. 

The  author  who  speaks  about  his  own  books  is  almost  as 
<  a  mother  who  talks  about  her  own  children.— Disraeli 


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AUTOMOBILES 

TEACHER — "If  a  man  saves  $2  a  week,  how  long  will  it 
take  him  to  save  a  thousand?" 

BOY — "He  never  would,  ma'am.  After  he  got  $900  he'd  buy 
a  car." 

"How   fast   is  your   car,  Jimpson?"   asked   Harkaway. 
"Well,"  said  Jimpson,  "it  keeps  about  six  months  ahead  of 
my   income  generally." 

"What  is  the  name  of  your  automobile?" 

"I  don't  know." 

"You  don't  know?     What  do  your  folks  call  it?" 

"Oh,  as  to  that,  father  always  says  The  Mortgage';  brother 
Tom  calls  it  'The  Fake' ;  mother,  'My  Limousine' ;  sister,  'Our 
Car' ;  grandma,  'That  Peril' ;  the  chauffeur,  'Some  Freak,'  and 
our  neighbors,  'The  Limit.'  " — Life. 

"What  little  boy  can  tell  me  the  difference  between  the 
'quick'  and  the  'dead?'"  asked  the  Sunday-school  teacher. 

Willie  waved  his  hand  frantically. 

"Well,   Willie?" 

"Please,  ma'am,  the  'quick'  are  the  ones  that  get  out  of  the 
way  of  automobiles;  the  ones  that  don't  are  the  'dead.'" 

"Do  you   have   much   trouble   with   your  automobile?" 
"Trouble!      Say,    I    couldn't   have   more  'if    I    was    married 
to  the  blamed  machine." 

A  little  "Brush"  chugged  painfully  up  to  the  gate  of  a 
race  track. 

The  gate-keeper,  demanding  the  usual  fee  for  automobiles, 
called : 

"A  dollar  for  the  car!" 

The  owner  looked  up  with  a  pathetic  smile  of  relief  and 
said: 

"Sold!" 

Autos  rush  in   where  mortgages  have  dared  to  tread. 
See  also   Profanity. 


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AUTOMOBILING 

"Sorry,  gentlemen,"  said  the  new  constable,  "but  I'll  hev  to 
run  ye  in.  We  been  keepin'  tabs  on  ye  sence  ye  left  Huckle- 
berry Corners." 

"Why,  that's  nonsense!"  said  Dubbleigh.  "It's  taken  us  four 
hours  to  come  twenty  miles,  thanks  to  a  flabby  tire.  That's 
only  five  miles  an  hour." 

"Sure!"  said  the  new  constable,  "but  the  speed  law  round 
these  here  parts  is  ten  mile  an  hour,  and  by  Jehosophat  I'm 
goin'  to  make  you  ottermobile  fellers  live  up  to  it." 

Two  street  pedlers  in  Bradford,  England,  bought  a  horse 
for  $11.25.  It  was  killed  by  a  motor-car  one  day  and  the 
owner  of  the  car  paid  them  $115  for  the  loss.  Thereupon  a 
new  industry  sprang  up  on  the  roads  of  England. 

"It  was  very  romantic,"  says  the  friend.  "He  proposed  to 
her  in  the  automobile." 

I  ?"    we    murmur,    encouragingly. 
"And  she  accepted   him  in  the  hospital." 

"What  you  want  to  do  is  to  have  that  mudhole  in  the  road 
fixed,"  said  the  visitor. 

"That  goes  to  show,"  replied  Farmer  Corntassel,  "how  lit- 
tle you  reformers  understand  local  conditions.  I've  purty 
nigh  paid  off  a  mortgage  with  the  money  I  made  haulin'  auto- 
mobiles out  o'  that  mud-hole." 

The  (-Id  lady  from  the  country  and  her  small  son  were  driv- 
ing to  town  when  a  huge  automobile  bore  down  upon  them. 
The  horse  \\as  badly  frightened  and  began  to  prance,  where- 
upon the  old  lady  leaped  down  and  waved  wildly  to  the  chauf- 
feur, screaming  at  tin-  top  ..f  her  voice. 

chauffeur  the  car  and  offered  to  help  get  the 

horse 

said  the  boy,  who  remained  composedly 
in   the   car  nagc   the   horse.     You   just    lead 

Mother  p. 


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"What  makes  you  carry  that  horrible  shriek  machine  for  an 
automobile  signal  ?" 

"For  humane  reasons,"  replied  Air.  Chuggins.  "If  I  can 
paralyze  a  person  with  fear  he  will  keep  still  and  I  can  run 
to  one  side  of  him." 

In  certain  sections  of  West  Virginia  there  is  no  liking  for 
automobilists,  as  was  evidenced  in  the  case  of  a  Washingtonian 
who  was  motoring  in  a  sparsely  settled  region  of  the  State. 

This  gentleman  was  haled  before  a  local  magistrate  upon 
the  complaint  of  a  constable.  The  magistrate,  a  good-natured 
man,  was  not,  however,  absolutely  certain  that  the  Washing- 
tonian's  car  had  been  driven  too  fast;  and  the  owner  stoutly 
insisted  that  he  had  been  progressing  at  the  rate  of  only  six 
miles  an  hour. 

"Why,  your  Honor,"  he  said,  "my  engine  was  out  of  order, 
and  I  was  going  very  slowly  because  I  was  afraid  it  would 
break  down  completely.  I  give  you  my  word,  sir,  you  could 
•have  walked  as  fast  as  I  was  running." 

"Well,"  said  the  magistrate,  after  due  reflection,  "you  don't 
appear  to  have  been  exceeding  the  speed  limit,  but  at  the  same 
time  you  must  have  been  guilty  of  something,  or  you  wouldn't 
be  here.  I  fine  you  ten  dollars  for  loitering." — Fenimore 
Martin. 

When  father  drove  old  Dobbin,  he  sat  upon,  his  load 
And   frowned  on  every  chauffeur   who  wanted  half  the  road; 
When   father  got  an   auto,  his   feelings   seemed   to   switch: 
He  glared  at  every  horse  he  met  unless  it  took  the  ditch. 

—Florence  J.  Boyce. 

AVIATION 

The  aviator's  wife  was  taking  her  first  trip  with  her  hus- 
band in  his  airship.  "Wait  a  minute,  George,"  she  said.  "I'm 
afraid  we  will  have  to  go  down  again." 

"What's  wrong?"  asked  her  husband. 

"I  believe  I  have  dropped  one  of  the  pearl  buttons  off  my 
jacket.  I  think  I  can  see  it  glistening  on  the  ground." 

"Keep  your  seat,  my  dear,"  said  the  aviator,  "that's  Lake 
Erie." 


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AVIATOR  (to  young  assistant,  who  has  begun  to  be  fright- 
ened)— "Well,  what  do  you  want  now?" 

ASSISTANT  (whimpering)— "I  want  the  earth."— Abbie  C. 
Dixon. 

When  Claude  Grahame-White  the  famous  aviator,  author  of 
"The  Aeroplane  in  War,"  was  in  this  country  not  long  ago,  he 
was  spending  a  week-end  at  a  country  home.  He  tells  the 
following  story  of  an  incident  that  was  very  amusing  to  him. 

"The  first  night  that  I  arrived,  a  dinner  party  was  given. 
Feeling  very  enthusiastic  over  the  recent  flights,  I  began  to 
tell  the  young  woman  who  was  my  partner  at  the  table  of  some 
of  the  details  of  the  aviation  sport. 

"It  was  not  until  the  dessert  was  brought  on  that  I  realized 
that  I  had  been  doing  all  the  talking;  indeed,  the  young  wom- 
an seated  next  me  had  not  uttered  a  single  word  since  I  first 
began  talking  about  aviation.  Perhaps  she  was  not  interested 
in  the  subject,  I  thought,  although  to  an  enthusiast  like  me  it 
seemed  quite  incredible. 

"  'I  am  afraid  I  have  been  boring  you  with  this  shop  talk,' 
I  said,  feeling  as  if  I  should  apologize. 

"'Oh,  not  at  all,'  she  murmured,  in  very  polite  tones;  'but 
would  you  mind  telling  me,  what  is  aviation?'" — M.  A.  Hitchcock. 

AVIATORS 

Little   drops   in    water — 
Little  drops  on  land —    \S 
Make  the  aviator, 
Join  the  heavenly  band. 

—Satire. 

"Are    you    an    experienced    aviator?" 

II,  sir,  I  have  IK-™  at  it  --ks  and   I  am  all  here." 

-Life. 

BACCALAUREATE   SERMONS 

PROUD  FATHER— "Rick,  my  boy,  if  you  live  up  to  your  oration 

be  an  honor  to  the  family." 

VALEDICTORIAN— "I  expect  to  do  better  than  that,  fatlv 
am  going  to   try  to  live  up  to  the  baccalaureate  sermon." 


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BACTERIA 

There  once  were  some  learned   M.   D.'s, 
Who    captured   some  germs   of   disease, 
if        And  infected  a  train 

Which,    without  causing   pain, 
Allowed  one   to  catch  it   with   ease. 

Two  doctors  met  in  the  hall  of  the  hospital. 

"Well,"   said  the   first,   "what's   new  this   morning?" 
V        "I've    got    a    most    curious    case.     Woman,    cross-eyed ;     in 
fact,  so  cross-eyed  that  when  she  cries  the  tears  run  down  her 
back." 

"What  are  you   doing  for  her?" 

"Just  now,"  was  the  answer,  "we're  treating  her  for  bac- 
teria." 

BADGES 

Mrs.  Philpots  came  panting  downstairs  on  her  way  to  the 
temperance  society  meeting.  She  was  a  short,  plump  woman. 
"Addie,  run  up  to  my  room  and  get  my  blue  ribbon  rosette, 
the  temperance  badge,"  she  directed  her  maid.  "I  have  for- 
gotten it.  You  will  know  it,  Addie — blue  ribbon  and  gold 
lettering." 

"Yas'm,  I  knows  it  right  well."  Addie  could  not  read,  but 
she  knew  a  blue  ribbon  with  gold  lettering  when  she  saw  it, 
and  therefore  had  no  trouble  in  finding  it  and  fastening  it 
properly  on  the  dress  of  her  mistress. 

At  the  meeting  Mrs.  Philpots  was  too  busy  greeting  her 
friends  to  note  that  they  smiled  when  they  shook  hands  with 
her. 

When  she  reached  home  supper  was  served,  so  she  went 
directly  to  the  dining-room,  where  the  other  members  of  the 
family  were  seated. 

"Gracious  me,  Mother !"  exclaimed  her  son ;  "that  blue  rib- 
bon— you  haven't  been  wearing  that  at  the  temperance  meet- 
ing?" 

A  loud  laugh  went  up  on  all  sides. 

"Why,  what  is  it,  Harry?"  asked  the  good  woman,  clutch- 
ing at  the  ribbon  in  surprise. 


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"Why,  Mother  dear,  didn't  you  know  that  was  the  ribbon 
I  won  at  the  show?" 

The  gold  lettering  on  the  ribbon  read: 

INTERSTATE  POULTRY   SHOW 
First  Prize  Bantam 

BAGGAGE 

An  Aberdonian  went  to  spend  a  few  days  in  London  with 
his  son,  who  had  done  exceptionally  well  in  the  great  metrop- 
olis. After  their  first  greetings  at  King's  Cross  Station,  the 
young  fellow  remarked :  "Feyther,  you  are  not  lookin'  weel. 
Is  there  anything,  the  matter?"  The  old  man  replied,  "Aye, 
lad,  I  have  had  quite  an  accident."  "What  was  that,  feyther?" 
"Mon,"  he  said,  "on  this  journey  frae  bonnie  Scotland  I  lost 
my  luggage."  "Dear,  dear,  that's  too  bad;  'oo  did  it  happen?" 
"Aweel"  replied  the  Aberdonian,  "the  cork  cam*  oot." 

Johnnie  Poe,  one  of  the  famous  Princeton  football  fam- 
ily, and  incidentally  a  great-nephew  of  Edgar  Allan  Poe,  was 
a  general  in  the  army  of  Honduras  in  one  of  their  recent  wars. 
Finally,  when  things  began  to  look  black  with  peace  and  the 
American  general  discovered  that  his  princely  pay  when  trans- 
lated into  United  States  money  was  about  sixty  cents  a  day, 
he  struck  for  the  coast.  There  he  found  a  United  States  war- 
ship and  asked  transportation  home. 

"Sure,"  the  commander  told  him.  "We'll  be  glad  to  have 
you.  Come  aboard  whenever  you  like  and  bring  your  lug- 
gage." 

"Thanks,"  said  Poe  warmly.  "I'll  sure  do  that.  I  only  have 
fifty-four  pieces." 

"What!"  exclaimed  the  commander.  "What  do  you  think 
I'm  running?  A  freighter?" 

"Oh,  well,  you  needn't  get  excited  about  it,"  purred  Poe. 
"My  fifty-four  pieces  consist  of  one  pair  of  socks  and  a  pack 
of  playing  cards." 

BALDNESS 

One  mother  who  still  considers  Marcel  waves  as  the  most 
fashionable  way  of  dressing  the  hair  was  at  work  on  the  job. 


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Her  little  eight-year-old  girl  was  crouched  on  her  father's 
lap,  watching  her  mother.  Every  once  in  a  while  the  baby  fin- 
gers would  slide  over  the  smooth  and  glossy  pate  which  is 
Father's. 

"No  waves  for  you,  Father,"  remarked  the  little  one.  "You're 
all  beach." 

"Were  any  of  your  boyish  ambitions  ever  realized?"  asked 
the  sentimentalist 

"Yes,"  replied  the  practical  person.  "When  my  mother  used 
to  cut  my  hair  I  often  wished  I  might  be  bald-headed." 


Congressman  Longworth  is  not  gifted  with  much  hair,  his 
head  being  about  as  shiny  as  a  billiard  ball. 

One  day  ex-president  Taft,  then  Secretary  of  War,  and  Con- 
gressman Longworth  sallied  into  a  barbershop. 

"Hair  cut?"  asked   the  barber  of  Longworth. 

"Yes,"  answered  the  Congressman. 

"Oh,  no,  Nick,"  commented  the  Secretary  of  War  from  the 
next  chair,  "you  don't  want  a  hair  cut;  you  want  a  shine." 


"O,  Mother,  why  are  the  men  in  the  front  baldheaded?" 
"They  bought  their  tickets   from  scalpers,  my  child." 


The  costumer  came  forward  to  attend  to  the  nervous  old 
beau  who  was  mopping  his  bald  and  shining  poll  with  a  big 
silk  handkerchief. 

"And  what  can  I  do  for  you?"  he  asked. 

"I  want  a  little  help  in  'the  way  of  a  suggestion,"  said  the 
old  fellow.  "I  intend  going  to  the  French  Students'  masquer- 
ade ball  to-night,  and  I  want  a  distinctly  original  costume — 
something  I  may  be  sure  no  one  else  will  wear.  What  would 
you  suggest?" 

The  costumer  looked  him  over  attentively,  bestowing  spe- 
cial notice  on  the  gleaming  knob. 

"Well,  I'll  tell  you,"  he  said  then,  thoughtfully:  "why  don't 
you  sugar  your  head  and  go  as  a  pill?"— Frank  X.  Finnegan. 


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United   States    Senator   Ollie  James,   of  Kentucky,   is   bald. 
"Does  being  bald  bother  you  much?"  a  candid  friend  asked 
him   once. 

/,  a  little,"  answered  the  truthful  James. 
"I   suppose  you  feel  the  cold  severely  in  winter,"  went  on 
the  friend. 

it's  not  that  so  much,"  said  the  Senator.  "The  main 
bother  is  when  I'm  washing  myself — unless  I  keep  my  hat 
on  I  don't  know  where  my  face  stops." 

A  near-sighted  old  lady  at  a  dinner-party,  one  evening,  had 
for  her  companion  on  the  left  a  very  bald-headed  old  gentle- 
man. While  talking  to  the  gentleman  at  her  right  she  dropped 
her  napkin  unconsciously.  The  bald-headed  gentleman,  in 
stooping  to  pick  it  up,  touched  her  arm.  The  old  lady  turned 
around,  shook  her  head,  and  very  politely  said :  "No  melon, 
thank  you." 

BANKS  AND   BANKING 

During  a  financial  panic,  a  German  farmer  went  to  a  bank 
t<>r  some  money.  He  was  told  that  the  bank  was  not  paying 
out  money,  but  was  using  cashier's  checks.  He  could  not  under- 
:ul  insisted  on  money. 

The  officers  took  him  in  hand,  one  after  another,  with  lit- 
tle effect.  At  last  the  president  tried  his  hand,  and  after  long 
and  minute  explanation,  some  inkling  of  the  situation  seemed 
to  be  dawning  on  the  farmer's  mind.  Much  encouraged,  the 
president  said :  "You  understand  now  how  it  is,  don't  you, 
Mr.  Schmidt?" 

"I  fink  I  do,". admitted  Mr.  Schmidt.  "It's  like  dis,  aindt 
Ven  my  baby  vakes  up  at  night  and  vants  some  milk,  I 
gif  him  a  milk  ticket." 

She  advanced   to  the  paying  teller's   window  and,   handing 
check  for  fifty  dollars,  stated  that  it  was  a  birthday  pres- 
from  her  husband  and  askc«!   fc-r  payment.     The  teller  in- 
formed her  that  she  must  first  endorse  it. 
"I  don't  know  what  you  mean,"  she  said  hesitatingly. 


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"Why,  you  see,"  he  explained,  "you  must  write  your  name 
on  the  back,  so  that  when  we  return  the  check  to  your  hus- 
band, he  will  know  we  have  paid  you  the  money." 

"Oh,  is  that  all?"  she  said,  relieved.  .  .  .  One  minute  elaps- 
es. 

Thus  the  "endorsement":  "Many  thanks,  dear,  I've  got  the 
money.  Your  loving  wife,  Evelyn." 

FRIEND — "So  you're  going  to  make  it  hot  for  that  fellow  who 
held  up  the  bank,  shot  the  cashier,  and  got  away  with  the  ten 
thousand  ?" 

BANKER — "Yes,  indeed.  He  was  entirely  too  fresh.  There's 
a  decent  way  to  do  that,  you  know.  If  he  wanted  to  get  the 
money,  why  didn't  he  come  into  the  bank  and  work  his  way 
up  the  way  the  rest  of  us  did?" — Puck. 

BAPTISM 

A  revival  was  being  held  at  a  small  colored  Baptist  church 
in  southern  Georgia.  At  one  of  the  meetings  the  evangelist, 
after  an  earnest  but  fruitless  exhortation,  requested  all  of  the 
congregation  who  wanted  their  souls  washed  white  as  snow 
to  stand  up.  One  old  darky  remained  sitting. 

"Don'  yo'  want  y'  soul  washed  w'ite  as  snow,  Brudder 
Jones?" 

"Mah  soul  done  been  washed  w'ite  as  snow,  pahson." 
"Whah  wuz  yo'  soul  washed  w'ite  as  snow,  Brudder  Jones?" 
"Over  yander  to   the   Methodis'  chu'ch   acrost  de   railroad." 
"Brudder    Jones,    yo'    soul    wa'n't    washed — hit    were    dry- 
cleaned." — Life. 

BAPTISTS 

An  old  colored  man  first  joined  the  Episcopal  Church,  then 
the  Methodist  and  next  the  Baptist,  where  he  remained.  Ques- 
tioned as  to  the  reason  for  his  church  travels  he  responded: 

"Well,  suh,  hit's  this  way:  de  'Piscopals  is  gemmen,  suh, 
but  I  couldn't  keep  up  wid  de  answerin'  back  in  dey  church. 
De  Methodis',  dey  always  holdin'  inquiry  meetin,'  and  I  don't 
like  too  much  inquirm'  into.  But  de  Baptis',  suh,  dey  jes'  dip 
and  are  done  wid  hit." 


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A  Methodist  negro  exhorter  shouted:  "Come  up  en  jine  de 
army  oh  de  L< •lid."  "1'sc  done  jined."  replied  one  of  the  COtl- 
gregation.  "Whar'd  yoh  jine?"  asked  the  exhorter.  "In  de 
Baptis'  Chu'ch."  "Why,  chile,"  said  the  exhorter,  "yoh  ain't 
in  the  army ;  yoh's  in  de  navy." 

BARGAINS 

MAX.M.KK  (five-and-ten-cent  store) — "What  did  the  lady  who 
just  went  out  want?" 

SHOPGIRL — "She  inquired  if  we  had  a  shoe  department." 

"1  lades,"  said  the  lady  who  loves  to  shop,  "would  be  a 
magnificent  and  endless  bargain  counter  and  I  looking  on  with- 
out a  cent." 

Newell  Dwight  Hillis,  the  now  famous  New  York  preacher 
and  author,  some  years  ago  took  charge  of  the  First  Presby- 
terian Church  of  Evanston,  Illinois.  Shortly  after  going  there 
IK-  required  the  services  of  a  physician,  and  on  the  advice  of 
one  of  his  parishioners  called  in  a  doctor  noted  for  his  ability 
properly  to  emphasize  a  good  story,  but  who  attended  church 

irely.  lie  proved  very  satisfactory  to  the  young  preach- 
er, but  for  some  reason  could  not  be  induced  to  render  a  bill. 
Finally  Dr.  Hillis,  becoming  alarmed  at  the  inroads  the  bill 
illicit  make  in  his  modest  stipend,  went  to  the  physician  and 

See  here,  Doctor,  I  must  know  how  much  I  owe  you." 
r    some    urging,    the    physician    replied:    "Well,    I'll    tell 

hat  I'll  do  with  you,  Hilli^.  They  say  you're  a  pretty 
good  preacher,  and  you  seem  to  think  I  am  a  fair  doctor,  so 
I'll  make  this  bargain  with  you.  I'll  do  all  I  can  to  keep  you 
out  o!  if  you  do  all  you  can  to  keep  me  out  of  hell, 

and  it  won't  cost  either  of  us  a  cent.     Is  it  a  go?" 

ing  to  get  up  a  li-t  of  club  maga- 
P.y  taking  three  you  get  a  discount." 

you    making 
"Well,  we  can  get  one  that   I  don't  I  one  that  she 

:    want,   and   one   that   ndtlu-i    \\ants    for  .f 


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BASEBALL 
A  run  in  time  saves  the  nine. 

Knowin'  all  'bout  baseball  is  jist  'bout  as  profitable  as  bein' 
a  good  whittler. — Abe  Martin. 

"Plague  take  that  girl!" 

"My   friend,    that  is  the  most  beautiful  girl   in  this   town." 

"That  may  be.     But  she  obstructs  my  view  of  second  base." 

"There  is  nothing  that  women  can  not  do  as  well  as  men." 
"Of  course,"  assented  Mr.  Meekton  earnestly.     "But,  Henri- 
etta,  I   do  hope  that  none  of  you   will   insist  on  pitching   for 
the  home    team   in   a  close   game." 

When  Miss  Cheney,  one  of  the  popular  teachers  in  the  Swarth- 
more  schools,  had  to  deal  with  a  boy  who  played  "hookey,"  she 
failed  to  impress  him  with  the  evil  of  his  ways. 

"Don't  you  know  what  becomes  of  little  boys  who  stay 
away  from  school  to  play  baseball?"  asked  Miss  Cheney. 

"Yessum,"  replied  the  lad  promptly.  "Some  of  'em  gets  to 
be  good  players  and  pitch  in  the  big  leagues." 

BATHS  AND  BATHING 

The  only  unoccupied  room  in  the  hotel — one  with  a  pri- 
vate bath  in  connection  with  it — was  given  to  the  stranger  from 
Kansas.  The  next  morning  the  clerk  was  approached  by  the 
guest  when  the  latter  was  ready  to  check  out. 

"Well,  did  you  have  a  good  night's  rest?"  the  clerk  asked. 

"No,  I  didn't,"  replied  the  Kansan.  "The  room  was  all 
right,  and  the  bed  was  pretty  good,  but  I  couldn't  sleep  very 
much  for  I  was  afraid  some  one  would  want  to  take  a  bath, 
and  the  only  door  to  it  was  through  my  room." 

A  woman  and  her  brother  lived  alone  in  the  Scotch  High- 
lands. She  knitted  gloves  and  garments  to  sell  in  the  Lowland 
towns.  Once  when  she  was  starting  out  to  market  her  wares, 
her  brother  said  he  would  go  with  her  and  take  a  dip  in  the 


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ocean.  While  the  woman  was  in  the  town  selling  her  work, 
Sandy  was  sporting  in  the  waves.  When  his  sister  came  down 
to  join  him,  however,  he  met  her  with  a  wry  face.  "Oh, 
Kirstic,"  he  said,  "I've  lost  me  weskit."  They  hunted  high 
and  low,  but  finally  as  night  settled  down  decided  that  the  waves 
must  have  carried  it  out  to  sea. 

The  next  year,  at  about  the  same  season,  the  two  again 
!  the  town.  And  while  Kirstie  sold  her  wool  in  the  town, 
Sandy  splashed  about  in  the  brine.  When  Kirstie  joined  her 
brother  she  found  him  with  a  radiant  face,  and  he  cried  out  to 
her,  "Oh,  Kirstie,  I've  found  me  weskit.  'Twas  under  me 
shirt." 

In  one  of  the  lesser  Indian  hill  wars  an  English  detach- 
ment took  an  Afghan  prisoner.  The  Afghan  was  very  dirty. 
Accordingly  two  privates  were  deputed  to  strip  and  wash  him. 

The  privates  dragged  the  man  to  a  stream  of  running  wa- 
ter, undressed  him,  plunged  him  in,  and  set  upon  him  lustily 
with  stiff  brushes  and  large  cakes  of  white  soap. 

After  a  long  time  one  of  the  privates  came  back  to  make 
a  report.       He  saluted  his  officer  and  said  disconsolately: 
It's  no  use,  sir.     It's  no  use." 

"No  use?"  said  the  officer.  "What  do  you  mean?  Haven't 
you  washed  that  Afghan  yet?" 

"It's  no  use,  sir,"  the  private  repeated.  "We've  washed 
him  for  two  hours,  but  it's  no  use." 

\v  do  you  mean   it's  no  use?"  said  the  officer  angrily. 

"Why,  sir,"  said  the  private,  "after  rubbin'  him  and  scrub- 
bin'  him  till  our  arms  ached  I'll  be  hanged  if  we  didn't  come 
to  another  suit  of  clothes." 

BAZAKS 

Once  upon  a  time  a  deacon  who  did  not  favor  church  ba- 
zars was  going  along  a  dark  street  when  a  footpad  sudden- 
ly appeared,  and,  pointing  his  pistol,  began  to  relieve  his  vic- 

f  his  money. 

I  IK    tliief,  however,  apparently  suffered  some  pangs  of  re- 
"It's  pretty  rough  to  be  gone  through   like  this,  ain't 
he  inquired. 


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"Oh,  that's  all  right,  my  man,"  the  "held-up"  one  answered 
cheerfully.  "I  was  on  my  way  to  a  bazar.  You're  first,  and 
there's  an  end  of  it." 

BEARDS 

There  was  an  old  man  with  a  beard, 
Who  said,  "It  is  just  as  I  feared! — 

Two  owls  and  a  hen, 

Four  larks  and  a  wren, 
Have   all  built  their  nests  in  my  beard." 


BEAUTY 

If  eyes  were  made  for  seeing, 

Then  beauty  is   its  own  excuse   for  being. 

— Emerson. 

A  thing  of  beauty  is  a  joy  forever; 
Its  loveliness  increases;  it  will  never 
Pass  into  nothingness;  but  still  will  keep 
A  bower  quiet  for  us,  and  a  sleep 

Full  of  sweet  dreams,  and  health,  and  quiet  breathing. 

— Keats. 

BEAUTY,  PERSONAL 

In  good  looks  I  am  not  a  star. 
There  are  others  more  lovely  by   far. 

But  my  face — I  don't  mind  it, 

Because   I'm  behind   it — 
It's   the   people   in    front   that  I   jar. 

"Shine  yer  boots,  sir?" 
"No,"  snapped  the   man. 

"Shine   'em   so's  yer  can  see  yer   face   in   'em?"   urged   the 
bootblack. 

"No,  I  tell  you!" 

"Coward."  hissed  the  bootblack. 


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A  farmer  returning  home  late  at  night,  found  a  man  stand- 
ing beside  the  house  with  a  lighted  lantern  in  his  hand.  "What 
are  you  doing  here?"  he  asked,  savagely,  suspecting  he  had 
caught  a  criminal.  For  answer  came  a  chuckle,  and—  "It's 
only  mee,  zur." 

The   farmer   recognized   John,    his    shepherd. 

"It's  you,  John,  is  it?  What  on  earth  are  you  doing  here 
this  time  o'  night?" 

Another  chuckle.     "I'm    a-coortin'   Ann,   zur." 

"And  so  you've  come  courting  with  a  lantern,  you  fool. 
Why  I  never  took  a  lantern  when  I  courted  your  mistress." 

"No,  zur,  you  didn't,  zur,"  John  chuckled.  "We  can  all 
zee  you  didn't,  zur." 

The    senator    and    the    major    were    walking    up    the    avenue. 

senator  \\as  more  than  middle-aged  and  considerably  more 

than   fat,  and,  dearly   as  the  major  loved  him,  he  also  loved  his 

The  senator  turned  with  a  pleased  expression  on  his  lunii;n 
countenance  and  >aid.  "Major,  did  yon  see  that  pretty  v;irl  smile 
at  n 

"Oil.  that's  nothing."  replied  his  friend.  "The  first  time  1 
on  I  laughed  out  loud  !"—  Harper's 


I  'at.  thinking  to  enliven  the  party,  stated,  with  watch  in  hand: 
"I'll   presint    a   l»>\   <»f  eand\    to   the   loidy   ihat   makes   the   home- 
within    the    next    three    mir 

'I  In-   time  expired.    1'at  announced:   "Ah.    Mrs.   McGuire,  you  .^ 
get   the    p: 

"I  '.nt."  protested   Mrs.   McGuire,  "go  way  wid  ye!  I   wasn't 

playin'   at   all." 

ARTHUR—  "They  say  dear,  that  people  who  live  together  get 
to  look  a'  ^ 

KATE  —  "'Mien    jrOU    niu«;|    consider    my    refusal    as    final." 


In   tl  i    a  railway  train   in   one  of   the  K\\]\    •• 

idal   couple   were    riding     -'i    fCfJ    h«ht.    rather    good   look  in  i: 

•irl   and    .  -ill    M.n.ded    n<  1^10   of   |msxil.|\    .1 


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verted  type,  with  receding  forehead,  protruding  eyes,  broad,  flat 
nose  very  thick  lips  and  almost  no  chin.  He  was  positively 
and  aggressively  ugly. 

They  had  been  married  just  before  boarding  the  train  and, 
like  a  good  many  of  their  white  brothers  and  sisters,  were  very 
much  interested  in  each  other,  regardless  of  the  amusement 
of  their  neighbors.  After  various  "billings  and  cooings"  the 
man  sank  down  in  the  seat  and,  resting  his  head  on  the  lady's 
shoulder,  looked  soulfully  up  into  her  eyes. 

She  looked  fondly  down  upon  him  and  after  a  few  minutes 
murmured  gently,  "Laws,  honey,  ain't  yo'  shamed  to  be  so 
han'some?" 


Little  dabs  of  powder, 

Little  specks  of  paint, 
Make  my  lady's  freckles 

Look  as  if  they  ain't. 

— Mary  A.  Fair  child. 


He  kissed  her  on  the  cheek, 
It  seemed  a  harmless  frolic;      / 

He's  been  laid  up  a  week 
They  say,  with  painter's  colic. 

— The  Christian  Register. 

MOTHER    (to    inquisitive    child) — "Stand    aside.      Don't    you 
see  the  gentleman  wants  to  take  the  lady's  picture?" 
"Why  does  he  want  to?" — Life. 

One  day,  while  walking  with  a  friend  in  San  Francisco,  a 
professor  and  his  companion  became  involved  in  an  argument 
as  to  which  was  the  handsomer  man  of  the  two.  Not  being 
able  to  arrive  at  a  settlement  of  the  question,  they  agreed,  in 
a  spirit  of  fun,  to  leave  it  to  the  decision  of  a  Chinaman  who 
was  seen  approaching  them.  The  matter  being  laid  before 
him,  the  Oriental  considered  long  and  cafefully;  then  he  an- 
nounced in  a  tone  of  finality,  "Both  are  worse."  V 


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"What  a  homely  woman!" 

"Sir,   that   is  my   \\il\-.      I'll  have  you  understand  it   is  a  wom- 
an's privilege  to  be  homely." 

c,  then  she  abused  the  privilege." 

Beauty  is   worse  than   wine ;   it   intoxicates  both   the  holder 
and   the  beholder. — Ziinincnnann. 


BEDS 

A  western  politician  tells  the  following  story  as  illustrating 
the  inconveniences  attached  to  campaigning  in  certain  sections 
of  the  country. 

I  IM.II  his  arrival  at  one  of  the  small  towns  in  South  Dakota, 
where  he  was  to  make  a  speech  the  following  day,  he  found 
that  the  so-called  hotel  was  crowded  to  the  doors.  Not  having 
telegraphed  for  accommodations,  the  politician  discovered  that 
he  would  have  to  make  shift  as  best  he  could.  Accordingly,  he 
was  obliged  for  that  night  to  sleep  on  a  wire  cot  which  had 
<>me  blankets  and  a  sheet  on  it.  As  the  politician  is  an 
extremely  fat  man,  he  found  his  improvised  bed  anything  but 
comfortable. 

"H"W  did  you  sleep?"  asked  a  friend  in  the  morning. 

rly  well,"  answered   the   fat  man,  "but   I   looked   like  a 
wafllc   when   I  got  up." 


BEER 

A  man  to  whom  illness  was  chronic. 
When  told  that  he  needed  a  tonic, 
Said,  "O  Doctor  dear, 
Won't  you  please  make  it  beci 
"No,  no,"  said  the  Doc.,  "that's  Teutonic.' 


BEES 

-"Tommy,  do  you  know  'How  Doth  the  Little  Busy 
MY— "No;  I  only  know  he  doth  it!" 


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BEETLES 

Now  doth  the  frisky  June  Bug 

Bring  forth  his  aeroplane, 
And  try  to  make  a  record, 

And  busticate  his  brain ! 

He  bings  against  the  mirror, 

He  bangs  against  the  door, 
He  caroms  on  the  ceiling, 

And  turtles  on  the  floor! 

He  soars  aloft,  erratic, 

He  lands  upon  my  neck, 
And  makes  me  creep  and  shiver, 

A  neurasthenic  wreck ! 

— Charles  fri'in  Jnn/cin. 

BEGGING 

THE  "ANGEL"  (about  to  give  beggar  a  dime) — "Poor  man! 
And  are  you  married?" 

^     BEGGAR — "Pardon    me,    madam!      D'ye    think    I'd    be    relyin' 
on  total  strangers  for  support  if  I  had  a  wife?" 

MAN — "Is  there  any  reason  why  I  should  give  you  five 
cents?" 

BOY — "Well,  if  I  had  a  nice  high  hat  like  yours  I  wouldn't 
want  it  soaked  with  snowballs." 

MILLIONAIRE  (to  ragged  beggar) — "You  ask  alms  and  do  hot 
even  take  your  hat  off.  Is  that  the  proper  way  to  beg?" 

I'ICCAR — "Pardon  me,  sir.  A  policeman  is  looking  at  us  from 
across  the  street.  If  I  take  my  hat  off  he'll  arrest  me  for  beg- 
ging; as  it  is,  he  naturally  takes  us  for  old  friends." 

Once,  while  Bishop  Talbot,  the  giant  "cowboy  bishop,"  was 
attending  a  meeting  of  church  dignitaries  in  St.  Paul,  a  tramp 
accosted  a  group  of  churchmen  in  the  hotel  porch  and  asked  for 
aid. 

"No,"  one  of  them  told  him,  "I'm  afraid  we  can't  help  you. 
But  you  see  that  big  man  over  there?"  pointing  to  Bishop  Talbot. 


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"Well,  he's  the  youngest  bishop  of  us  all,  and  he's  a  very  gen- 
erous man.  You  might  try  him." 

The  tramp  approached  Bishop  Talbot  confidently.  The 
others  watched  with  interest.  They  saw  a  look  of  surprise  come 
OVCT  the  tramp's  face.  The  bishop  was  talking  eagerly.  The 
tramp  looked  troubled.  And  then,  finally,  they  saw  something 
pass  from  one  hand  to  the  other.  The  tramp  tried  to  slink  past 

oup  without  speaking,  but  one  of  them  called  to  him: 
"\\\-ll,   did  you  get  something   from  our  young  brother?" 
The  tramp  grinned  sheepishly.     "No,"  he  admitted,  "I  gave 
him  a  dollar  for  his  damned  new  cathedral  at  Laramie!" 

To  get  thine  ends,  lay  bashfulnesse  aside; 
Who  feares  to  aske,  doth  teach  to  be  deny'd. 

-Herrick. 

Well,  whiles  I  am  a  beggar  I  will  rail 
And  say,  there  is  no  sin  but  to  be  rich  ; 
And  being  rich,  my   virtue  then  shall  be 
To  say,  there  is  no  vice  but  beggary. 

— Shakespeare. 

See  also   Mattery:    Millionaires. 

BETTING 

The  officers'  mess  was  discussing  rifle  shooting. 

"I'll  bet  anyone  1)'  I  one  young  lieutenant,  "that  I 

ran  fire  twenty  shots  at  two  hundred  yards  and  call  each  shot 
correctly  without  waiting  f'-r  tin-  markrr.  I'll  Make  a  box  of 
cigars  that  I  can." 

"1  >onc !"  cried  a  major. 

The    whole    mess    was    on    hand    early    next    morning   to   see 

tllr    r\|»rrillU-nt     tH<d. 

•tenant    In 

"Miss,"  he  calmly  annnir 
A   second   wi 

A  third 


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"Miss." 

"Here,  there !  Hold  on !"  protested  the  major.  "What  are 
you  trying  to  do?  You're  not  shooting  for  the  target  at  all." 

"Of  course  not,"  admitted  the  lieutenant.  "I'm  firing  for 
those  cigars."  And  he  got  them. 

Two  old  cronies  went  into  a  drug  store  in  the  downtown 
part  of  New  York  City,  and,  addressing  the  proprietor  by  his 
first  name,  one  of  them  said: 

"Dr.  Charley,  we  have  made  a  bet  of  the  ice-cream  sodas. 
We  will  have  them  now  and  when  the  bet  is  decided  the  los- 
er  will  drop  in  and  pay  for  them." 

As  the  two  old  fellows  were  departing  after  enjoying  their 
temperance  beverage,  the  druggist  asked  them  what  the  wager 
was. 

"Well,"  said  one  of  them,  "our  friend  George  bets  that  when 
the  tower  of  the  Singer  Building  falls,  it  will  topple  over 
toward  the  North  River,  and  I  bet  that  it  won't." 


BIBLE   INTERPRETATION 

"Miss  Jane,  did  Moses  have  the  same  after-dinner  com- 
plaint my  papa's  got?"  asked  Percy  of  his  governess. 

"Gracious  me,  Percy!     Whatever  do  you  mean,  my  dear?" 
"Well,  it  says  here  that  the  Lord  gave  Moses  two  tablets." 

"Mr.  Preacher,"  said  a  white  man  to  a  colored  minister  who 
was  addressing  his  congregation,  "you  are  talking  about  Cain, 
and  you  say  he  got  married  in  the  land  of  Nod,  after  he  killed 
Abel.  But  the  Bible  mentions  only  Adam  and  Eve  as  being  on 
earth  at  that  time.  Who,  then,  did  Cain  marry?" 

The  colored  preacher  snorted  with  unfeigned  contempt. 
"Huh!"  he  said,  "you  hear  dat,  brederen  an'  sisters?  You 
hear  dat  fool  question  I  am  axed?  Cain,  he  went  to  de  land 
o'  Nod  just  as  de  Good  Book  tells  us,  an'  in  de  land  o'  Nod 
Cain  gits  so  lazy  an'  so  shif'less  dat  he  up  an'  marries  a  gal 
o'  one  o'  dem  no'  count  pore  white  trash  families  dat  de  in- 
spired apostle  didn't  consider  fittin'  to  mention  in  de  Holy 
Word." 


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BIGAMY 

There  once  was  an  old  man  of  Lyme. 
\\'ho   married   three   wives  at  a  time: 

\\hcn  asked,  "Why  a  third?" 

He   replied,   "One's   absurd ! 
And  bigamy,   sir,  is  a  crime." 

BILLS 

The  proverb,  "Where  there's  a  will  there's  a  way"   is  now 
revised   to    "When   there's   a   bill   we're   away." 


YOUNG  DOCTOR — "Why  do  you  always  ask  your  patients  what 
they  have  for  dinner?" 

OLD  DOCTOR — "It's  a  most  important  question,  for  according 
to  their  menus  I  make  out  my  bills." 

Farmer  Gray  kept  summer  boarders.  One  of  these,  a  school- 
teacher, hired  him  to  drive  her  to  the  various  points  of  inter- 
est around  the  country.  He  pointed  out  this  one  and  that, 
at  the  same  time  giving  such  items  of  information  as  he  pos- 
sessed. 

The  school-teacher,  pursing  her  lips,  remarked,  "It  will  not 
be  necessary  for  you  to  talk." 

When  her  bill  was  presented,  there  was  a  five-dollar  charge 
marked  "Extra." 

"What  is  this?"  she  asked,  pointing  to  the  item. 
I  lint."    replied    the    farmer,    "is    for    sass.     I    don't    often 
t,  but  when  I  do  I  charge  for  it."— E.  Egbert. 


PATIENT  (angrily)—  "The  size  of  your  bill  makes  my  blood 

DOCTOR— "Then   that   will   be  $20  more   for  sterilizing  your 
system." 


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At  the  bedside  of  a  patient  who  was  a  noted  humorist,  five 
doctors  were  in  consultation  as  to  the  best  means  of  produc- 
ing a  perspiration. 

The  sick  man  overheard  the  discussion,  and,  after  listen- 
ing for  a  few  moments,  he  turned  his  head  toward  the  group 
and  whispered  with  a  dry  chuckle : 

"Just  send  in  your  bills,  gentlemen;  that  will  bring  it  on  at 
once." 

"Thank  Heaven,  those  bills  are  got  rid  of,"  said  Bilkins, 
fervently,  as  he  tore  up  a  bundle  of  statements  of  account 
dated  October  ist. 

"All  paid,   eh?"   said  Mrs.   Bilkins. 

"Oh,  no,"  said  Bilkins.  "The  duplicates  dated  November 
ist  have  come  in  and  I  don't  have  to  keep  these  any  longer." 

BIRTHDAYS 

When  a  man  has  a  birthday  he  takes  a  day  off,  but  when 
a  woman  has  a  birthday  she  takes  a  year  off. 

BLUFFING 

Francis  Wilson,  the  comedian,  says  that  many  years  ago 
when  he  was  a  member  of  a  company  playing  "She  Stoops  to 
Conquer,"  a  man  without  any  money,  wishing  to  see  the  show, 
stepped  up  to  the  box-office  in  a  small  town  and  said: 

"Pass  me  in,  please." 

The  box-office  man  gave  a  loud,  harsh  laugh. 

"Pass  you  in?     What  for?"  he  asked. 

The  applicant  drew  himself  up  and  answered  haughtily: 

"What  for?  Why,  because  I  am  Oliver  Goldsmith,  author 
of  the  play." 

"Oh,  I  beg  your  pardon,  sir,"  replied  the  box-office  man, 
as  he  hurriedly  wrote  out  an  order  for  a  box. 

BLUNDERS 

An  early  morning  customer  in  an  optician's  shop  was  a 
young  woman  with  a  determined  air.  She  addressed  the  first 


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salesman  she  saw.     "I  want  to  look  at  a  pair  of  eyeglasses,  sir, 
of  extra  magnifying  power." 

^.     ma'am,"     replied     the     salesman;     "something    very 
strong?" 

sir.     While  visiting  in  the  country  I  made  a  very  pain- 
ful  blunder  which   I   never  want  to   repeat" 

"Indeed!   Mistook  a   stranger  for  an  acquaintance?" 
"No,  not  exactly  that;  I  mistook  a  bumblebee  for  a  black- 
berry." 

The  ship  doctor  of  English  liner  notified  the  death  watch 
ird,  an  Irishman,  that  a  man  had  died  in  stateroom  45. 
I  he  usual  instructions  to  bury  the  body  were  given.  Some 
hours  later  the  doctor  peeked  into  the  room  and  found  that 
the  body  was  .still  there.  He  called  the  Irishman's  attention 
to  the  matter  and  the  latter  replied: 

"I  thought  you  said  room  46.  I  wint  to  that  room  and 
noticed  wan  of  thim  in  a  bunk.  'Are  ye  dead?'  says  I.  'No,' 
says  he,  'but  I'm  pretty  near  dead.' 

"So  I  buried  him." 

Telephone  girls  sometimes  glory  in  their  mistakes  if  there 
is  a  joke  in  consequence.  The  story  is  told  by  a  telephone 
operator  in  one  of  the  Boston  exchanges  about  a  man  who 
asked  her  for  the  number  of  a  local  theater. 

He  got  the  wrong  number  and,  without  asking  to  whom  he 
was  talking,  he  said,  "Can  I  get  a  box  for  two  to-night?"  /^- 

A  startled  voice  answered  him  at  the  other  end  of  the  line, 
"\\Y  don't  ha. 

"l*n't  this   the  Theater?"    lie   called  crossly. 

.   nc."   \\-a-   the   answer,  "this   is  an    undertaking  shop." 

He  canceled  his  order   for  a   "l>o\    for  t 

A    good    Samaritan,    passing    an    apartment    house    in    the 
1    hours    of    the    morning,    noticed    a    man    leaning    limply 
against   tin-  doorway. 

"\\  hat's    the    nutter?"    IK-    a.sked.    "Drunk?" 

•P." 

"1  >•»  >"ti   live   iii   this  house?" 
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"Do  you  want  me  to  help  you  upstairs?" 

"Yep." 

With  much  difficulty  he  half  dragged,  half  carried  the  droop- 
ing figure  up  the  stairway  to  the  second  floor. 

"What  floor  do  you  live  on?"  he  asked.     "Is  this  it?" 

"Yep." 

Rather  than  face  an  irate  wife  who  might,  perhaps,  take 
him  for  a  companion  more  at  fault  than  her  spouse,  he  opened 
the  first  door  he  came  to  and  pushed  the  limp  figure  in. 

The  good  Samaritan  groped  his  way  downstairs  again.  As 
he  was  passing  through  the  vestibule  he  was  able  to  make 
out  the  dim  outlines  of  another  man,  apparently  in  worse  con- 
dition than  the  first  one. 

"What's    the   matter?"    he    asked.      "Are    you    drunk,    too?" 

"Yep,"  was  the  feeble  reply. 

"Do  you  live  in  this  house,  too?" 

"Yep." 

"Shall  I  help  you  upstairs?" 

"Yep." 

The  good  Samaritan  pushed,  pulled,  and  carried  him  to 
the  second  floor,  where  this  man  also  said  he  lived.  He  opened 
the  same  door  and  pushed  him  in. 

As  he  reached  the  front  door  he  discerned  the  shadow  of 
a  third  man,  evidently  worse  off  than  either  of  the  other  two. 
He  was  about  to  approach  him  when  the  object  of  his  solici- 
tude lurched  out  into  the  street  and  threw  himself  into  the 
arms  of  a  passing  policeman. 

"For  Heaven's  sake,  ofFcer,"  he  gasped,  "protect  me  from 
that  man.  He's  done  nothin'  all  night  long  but  carry  me 
upstairs  'n  throw  me  down  th'  elevator  shaf." 

There  was  a  young  man  from  the  city, 
Who  met  what  he  thought  was  a  kitty; 

He  gave  it  a  pat, 

And  said,  "Nice  little  cat!" 
And  they  buried  his  clothes  out  of  pity. 

BOASTING 

Maybe  the  man  who  boasts  that  he  doesn't  owe  a  dollar 
in  the  world  couldn't  if  he  tried. 


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"What  sort  of  chap  is  he?" 

"Well,  after  a  beggar  has  touched  him  for  a  dime  he'll  tell 
you  he  'gave  a  little  dinner  to  an  acquaintance  of  his.' " — R.  R. 
Kirk. 

Win. n:--". Ml  the  stores  closed  on  the  day  my  uncle  died." 
TOMMY— "That's    nothing.     All    the   banks   closed    for   three 
weeks  the  day  after  my  pa  left  town." — Puck. 

Two  men  were  boasting  about  their  rich  kin.  Said  one: 

"My  father  has  a  big  farm  in  Connecticut.  It  is  so  big 
that  when  he  goes  to  the  barn  on  Monday  morning  to  milk 
the  cows  he  kisses  us  all  good-by,  and  he  doesn't  get  back  till 
the  following  Saturday." 

"Why  does  it  take  him  so  long?"  the  other  man  asked. 

"Because  the  barn  is  so  far  away  from  the  house." 

"Well,  that  may  be  a  pretty  big  farm,  but  compared  to 
my  father's  farm  in  Pennsylvania  your  father's  farm  ain't  no 
bigger  than  a  city  lot!" 

"Why,  how  big  is  your  father's  farm?" 

"Well,  it's  so  big  that  my  father  sends  young  married  couples 
out  to  the  barn  to  milk  the  cows,  and  the  milk  is  brought 
back  by  their  grandchildren." 

BONANZAS 

A  certain  Congressman  had  disastrous  experience  in  gold- 
mine speculations.  One  day  a  number  of  colleagues  were  dis- 
cussing the  subject  of  his  speculation,  when  one  of  them  said 
to  this  Western  member: 

"Old  chap,  as  an  expert,  give  us  a  definition  of  the  term, 
'bonanza.' " 

"A  'bonanza,'"  replied  the  Western  man  with  emphasis,  "is 
a  hole  in  the  ground  owned  by  a  champion  liar!" 

BOOKKEEPING 

I  nniiny.   I'.Mnucii  jreari  ..id.  arrived   home  for  the  holidays, 

.thVr's    tr.|u<  M    pm.hhrd    his   account   book,   duly 

at  school.     Among  the  item,     S     I'.   G."  figured   largely 


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and  frequently.  "Darling  boy,"  fondly  exclaimed  his  doting 
mamma:  "see  how  good  he  is — always  giving  to  the  mission- 
aries." But  Tommy's  sister  knew  him  better  than  even  his 
mother  did,  and  took  the  first  opportunity  of  privately  inquir- 
ing what  those  mystic  letters  stood  for.  Nor  was  she  sur- 
prised ultimately  to  find  that  they  represented,  not  the  ven- 
erable Society  for  the  Propagation  of  the  Gospel,  but  "Sun- 
dries, Probably  Grub." 

BOOKS  AND  READING 

LADY  PRESIDENT — "What  book  has  helped  you  most?" 
NEW  MEMBER — "My  husband's  check-book." 

— Martha  Young. 

"You  may  send  me  up  the  complete  works  of  Shakespeare, 
Goethe  and  Emerson — also  something  to  read." 

There  are  three  classes  of  bookbuyers :  Collectors,  wom- 
en and  readers. 

The  owner  of  a  large  library  solemnly  warned  a  friend 
against  the  practice  of  lending  books.  To  punctuate  his  ad- 
vice he  showed  his  friend  the  well-stocked  shelves.  "There !" 
said  he.  "Every  one  of  those  books  was  lent  me." 

In  science,  read,  by  preference,  the  newest  works ;  in  lit- 
erature, the  oldest. — Buhver-Lytton. 

Learning  hath  gained  most  by  those  books  by  which  the 
Printers  have  lost. — Fuller. 

Books  should  to  one  of  these  four  ends  conduce, 
For  wisdom,  piety,   delight,  or  use. 

— Sir  John  Denham. 

\  darky  im-i-ting  another  coming  from  the-  library  with  a 
book  accosted  him  as  follows : 

"What  book  you  done  got  there,  Rastus?" 
"  'Last  Days  of  Pompeii.'  " 


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"Last  da\N  <»f  Poinpe\  :  Is  Poinpey  dead?  1  never  heard 
ali"iil  it  No\v  what  did  Pompey  die 

"I  don't  'xactly  know,  hut  it  must  hah  been  sonic  kind  of 
'ruption." 

"1  don't  know  what  to  jjive  Lix/ie  for  a  Christmas  present." 
one  chorus  girl  is  reported  to  l:a\e  said  to  her  mate  while  dis- 
cussing the  gift  to  be  made  to  a  third. 

e  her  a  book,"  su.yijested  the  other. 

And  the  first  one  replied  meditatively,  "No,  she's  got  a  book." 
— Literary  Digest. 

BOOKSELLERS  AND  BOOKSELLING 

A  bookseller  reports  these  mistakes  of  customers  in  sending 
orders : 

oKliERED  CORRECT    TITLE 

I. nine  us  a  Roble  l-cs  Miserable* 

God's  Image  in  Mud  God's  Inia</c  in  Man     4—- 

/'<;//•  <>{  Saucers  I'aracelsns 

I'icrre  and  If  is  1'oodle  I'icrrc  and  II  is  People 
When  a  customer  in  a   P.o>ton  department  store  asked  a  clerk 

for    lliclien.s's   Hclla   Honna,  the   reply   was.   "Druv-   Oiiinler.  third 

aisle  • 

It    was    a    few    days   In-fore   Christmas    in    one   of    New    York's 

K  —"What  is  it.  pi* 
IOMIK     "I   wmld  like   Ibsen's  ./   /W/'.v  Ilmise." 

it?" 

BOOKWORMS 

"A  book-worm,"  said  papa,  "is  a   person   who  would   rath- 
at,  or  it  is  a  worm  that  would  rather  eat  than 
read." 

BOOMERANGS 

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BORES 

"What  kind  of  a  looking  man  is  that  chap  Gabbleton  you 
just  mentioned?  I  don't  believe  I  have  met  him." 

"Well,  if  you  see  two  men  off  in  a  corner  anywhere  and 
one  of  them  looks  bored  to  death,  the  other  one  is  Gabble- 
ton."—  Puck. 

A  man  who  was  a  well  known  killjoy  was  described  as  a 
great  athlete.  He  could  throw  a  wet  blanket  two  hundred 
yards  in  any  gathering. 

See  also  Conversation;  Husbands;  Preaching;  Public  speak- 
ers; Reformers. 

BORROWERS 

A  well-known  but  broken-down  Detroit  newspaper  man,  who 
had  been  a  power  in  his  day,  approached  an  old  friend  the 
other  day  in  the  Pontchartrain  Hotel  and  said: 

"What  do  you  think?  I  have  just  received  the  prize  insult 
of  my  life.  A  paper  down  in  Muncie,  Ind.,  offered  me  a 
job." 

"Do  you  call  that  an  insult?" 

"Not  the  job,  but  the  salary.  They  offered  me  twelve  dol- 
lars a  week." 

"Well,"  said  the  friend,  "twelve  dollars  a  week  is  better  than 
nothing." 

"Twelve  a  week — thunder!"  exclaime.d  the  old  scribe.  "I 
can  borrow  more  than  that  right  here  in  Detroit." — Detroit  Free 
Press. 

One  winter  morning  Henry  Clay,  finding  himself  in  need 
of  money,  went  to  the  Riggs  Bank  and  asked  for  the  loan 
of  $250  on  his  personal  note.  He  was  told  that  while  his 
credit  was  perfectly  good,  it  was  the  inflexible  rule  of  the 
bank  to  require  an  indorser.  The  great  statesman  hunted 
up  Daniel  Webster  and  asked  him  to  indorse  the  note. 

"With  pleasure,"  said  Webster.  "But  I  need  some  money 
myself.  Why  not  make  your  note  for  five  hundred,  and  you 
and  I  will  split  it?" 

This  they  did.  And  to-day  the  note  is  in  the  Riggs  Bank — 
unpaid. 


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BOSSES 

The  insurance  agent  climbed  the   steps  and   rang  the   bell. 

"Whom  do  you  wish  to  see?"  asked  the  careworn  person  who 
came  to  the  door. 

"I  want  to  see  the  boss  of  the  house,"  replied  the  insurance 
agent.  "Are  you  the  boss?" 

"No,"  meekly  returned  the  man  who  came  to  the  door; 
"I'm  only  the  husband  of  the  boss.  Step  in,  I'll  call  the  boss." 

The  insurance  agent  took  a  seat  in  the  hall,  and  in  a 
short  time  a  tall  dignified  woman  appeared. 

"So  you  want  to  see  the  boss?"  repeated  the  woman.  "Well, 
just  step  into  the  kitchen.  This  way,  please.  Bridget,  this 
gentleman  desires  to  see  you." 

"Me  th'  boss!"  exclaimed  Bridget,  when  the  insurance  agent 
asked  her  the  question.  "Indade  Oi'm  not!  Sure  here  comes 
th'  boss  now." 

She  pointed  to  a  small  boy  of  ten  years  who  was  coming 
toward  the  house. 

"Tell  me,"  pleaded  the  insurance  agent,  when  the  lad  came 
into  the  kitchen,  "are  you  the  boss  of  the  house?" 

"Want  to  see  the  boss?"  asked  the  boy.  "Well,  you  just 
come  with  me." 

Wearily  the  insurance  agent  climbed  up  the  stairs.  He  was 
ushered  into  a  room  on  the  second  floor  and  guided  to  the 
crib  of  a  sleeping  baby. 

"'I  here!"  exclaimed  the  boy,  "that's  the  real  boss  of  this 
house." 

BOSTON 

A  tourist  fr«>m  the  east,  visiting  an  old  prospector  in  his 
lonely  cabin  in  the  hills,  commented:  "And  yet  you  seem  so 
cheerful  and  happy."  "Yes,"  replied  the  one  of  the  pick  and 
shovel.  "I  spent  a  week  in  Boston  once,  and  no  matter  what 

hapiM-iix  to  inr  n«.\v,  it  seems  good  lurk  in  comparison." 

A  little  Boston  girl  with  exquisitely  long  golden  curls  and 
m  angelic   appearance  in   general,  came  in   from  an   af- 
ternoon walk  with  her  nurse  and  said  to  her  mother,  "Oh,  Mam- 


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ma,  a  strange  woman  on  the  street  said  to  me,  'My,  but  ain't 
you  got  beautiful  hair!'" 

The  mother  smiled,  for  the  compliment  was  well  merited, 
but  she  gasped  as  the  child  innocently  continued  her  account: 

"I  said  to  her,  'I  am  very  glad  to  have  you  like  my  hair,  but 
I  am  sorry  to  hear  you  use  the  word  "ain't" !' " — E.  R.  Bickford. 

NAN — "That  young  man  from  Boston  is  an  interesting  talk- 
er, so  far  as  you  can  understand  what  he  says;  but  what  a 
queer  dialect  he  uses." 

FAN — "That  isn't  dialect;  it's  vocabulary.  Can't  you  tell 
the  difference?" 

A   Bostonian  died,  and  when  he  arrived  at  St.  Peter's  gate 

he  was  asked  the  usual  questions : 

"What  is  your  name,   and   where   are  you   from?" 

The  answer  was,  "Mr.   So-and-So,   from  Boston." 

"You  may  come  in,"  said  St.  Peter,  "but  I  know  you  won't 

like  it." 

There  was  a  young  lady  from  Boston, 
A  two-horned   dilemma   was  tossed  on, 

As  to  which  was  the  best, 

To  be  rich  in  the  west 
Or  poor  and  peculiar  in  Boston. 

BOXING 

John  L.  Sullivan  was  asked  why  he  had  never  taken  to 
giving  boxing  lessons. 

"Well,  son,  I  tried  it  once,"  replied  Mr.  Sullivan.  "A  husky 
young  man  took  one  lesson  from  me  and  went  home  a  little 
the  worse  for  wear.  When  he  came  around  for  his  second 
lesson  he  said :  'Mr.  Sullivan,  it  was  my  idea  to  learn  enough 
about  boxing  from  you  to  be  able  to  lick  a  certain  young 
gentleman  what  I've  got  it  in  for.  But  I've  changed  my  mind,' 
says  he.  'If  it's  all  the  same  to  you,  Mr.  Sullivan,  I'll  send 
this  young  gentleman  down  here  to  take  the  rest  of  my  les- 
sons for  me.'" 


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BOYS 

A  certain  island  in  the  West  Indies  is  liable  to  the  period- 
ical advent  of  earthquakes.  One  year  before  the  season  of 
these  terrestrial  disturbances,  Mr.  X.,  who  lived  in  the  danger 
zone,  sent  his  two  sons  to  the  home  of  a  brother  in  England, 
to  secure  them  from  the  impending  havoc. 

Evidently  the  quiet  of  the  staid  English  household  was  dis- 
turbed by  the  irruption  of  the  two  West  Indians,  for  the  re- 
turning mail  steamer  carried  a  message  to  Mr.  X.,  brief  but 
emphatic : 

"lake  back  your  boys;   send  me  the  earthquake." 

Aunt  Kliza  came  up  the  walk  and  said  to  her  small  neph- 
ew: 

"Good  morning,   Willie.     Is  your  mother  in?" 
"Sure    she's   in,"    replied    Willie   truculently.      "D'you    s'pose 
I'd    be    workin'    in    the    garden    on    Saturday    morning    if    she 
wasn't?" 

An  iron  hoop  bounded  through  the  area  railings  of  a  sub- 
urban house  and  played  havoc  with  the  kitchen  window.  The 
woman  waited,  anger  in  her  eyes,  for  the  appearance  of  the 
hoop's  owner.  Presently  he  came. 

;isc,    I've    broken    your    window,"    he    said,    "and    here's 
Father  to  mend  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  four  bits,  ma'am."  announced  the  glazier  when 
the  window  was  whole  once  more. 

"Four  M  <1  the  woman.     "But  your  little  boy  broke 

it — the    little    fellow    with    the    hoop,    you    know.     You're    his 
father,  aren't  you?" 

I  h<-   stolid  man   shook  his   lu  .id. 

i't  know  him  from  Adam."  In    ..ml      "He  came  around 
to  my  place  and  told  me  liis  nmihrr  wanted  lx  r  winder  fixed. 
:<•  his  mother,  aren't  ym 

And  the  woman  shook  her  head   also.— Ray  Trum  Nathan. 

en  .Hid   employees;   Office  boys. 


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BREAKFAST  FOODS 

Pharaoh  had  just  dreamed  of  the  seven  full  and  the  seven 
blasted  ears  of  corn. 

"You  are  going  to  invent  a  new  kind  of  breakfast  food," 
interpreted  Joseph. — Judge. 

BREATH 

One  day  a  teacher  was  having  a  first-grade  class  in  phys- 
iology. She  asked  them  if  they  knew  that  there  was  a  burn- 
ing fire  in  the  body  all  of  the  time.  One  little  girl  spoke 
up  and  said: 

"Yes'm,  when  it  is  a  cold  day  I  can  see  the  smoke." 
r 

Said  the  bibulous  gentleman  who  had  been  reading  birth  and 
death  statistics :  "Do  you  know,  James,  every  time  I  breathe 
a  man  dies?" 

"Then,"  said  James,  "why  don't  you  chew  cloves?" 

BREVITY 

An  after-dinner  speaker  was  called  on  to  speak  on  "The 
Antiquity  of  the  Microbe."  He  arose  and  said,  "Adam  had 
'em,"  and  then  sat  down. 

A  negro  servant,  on  being  ordered  to  announce  visitors 
to  a  dinner  party,  was  directed  to  call  out  in  a  loud,  distinct 
voice  their  names.  The  first  to  arrive  was  the  Fitzgerald  fam- 
ily, numbering  eight  persons.  The  negro  announced  Major 
Fitzgerald,  Miss  Fitzgerald,  Master  Fitzgerald,  and  so  on. 

This  so  annoyed  the  master  that  he  went  to  the  negro  and 
said,  "Don't  announce  each  person  like  that;  say  something 
shorter." 

The  next  to  arrive  were  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Penny  and  their 
daughter.  The  negro  solemnly  opened  the  door  and  called 
out,  "Thrupence!" 

Dr.  Abernethy,  the  famous  Scotch  surgeon,  was  a  man  of 
few  words,  but  he  once  met  his  match — in  a  woman.  She 


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called  at  his  office  in  Edinburgh,  one  day,  with  a  hand  badly 
inHamed  and  swollen.  The  following  dialogue,  opened  by  the 
doctor,  took  place. 

"Burn?" 

"Bruise." 

"Poultice." 

The  next  day  the  woman  called,  and  the  dialogue  was  as 
follows: 

"Better?" 

"Wane." 

"More  poultice." 

Two    days    later    the    woman    made    another    call. 

"Better?" 

"\Vcll.     Fee?" 

"Nothing.     Most  sensible  woman  I  ever  saw." 


BRIBERY 

A  judge,  disgusted  with  a  jury  that  seemed  unable  to  reach 
an  agreement  in  a  perfectly  evident  case,  rose  and  said,  "I 
discharge  this  jury." 

One  sensitive  talesman,  indignant  at  what  he  considered  a 
rebuke,  obstinately  faced  the  judge. 

"You  can't  discharge  me,"  he  said  in  tones  of  one  stand- 
ing upon  his  rights. 

"Ami    why   not?"  asked   the   surprised  judge. 

"Because."  announced  the  juror,  pointing  to  the  lawyer  for 
the  defense,  "I'm  being  hired  by  that  man  there!" 


BRIDES 

"My  dear,"  said  the  young  lu^l»aml  as  he  took  the  bottle 
of  milk  from  tin-  dninlt-wait.  r  and  held  it  up  to  the  light, 
"have  you  notion!  that  there's  never  any  cream  on  this  milk?" 
poke  to  the  milkman  about  it,"  she  replied,  "and  he 
rxplaim.l  that  the  company  always  fill  their  bottles  so  full  that 
there's  no  room  for  cream  on  top." 


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"Do  you  think  only  of  me?"  murmured  the  bride.  "Tell  me 
that  you  think  only  of  me." 

"It's  this  way,"  explained  the  groom  gently.  "Now  and 
then  I  have  to  think  of  the  furnace,  my  dear." 

BRIDGE  WHIST 

"How  about  the  sermon?" 

"The  minister  preached  on  the  sinfulness  of  cheating  at 
bridge." 

"You   don't  say !     Did  he  mention   any   names  ?" 

BROOKLYN 

At  the  Brooklyn  Bridge. — "Madam,  do  you  want  to  go  to 
Brooklyn?" 

"No,  I  have  to." — Life. 

BRYAN,  WILLIAM  JENNINGS 

Some  time  after  the  presidential  election  of  1908,  one  of 
Champ  Clark's  friends  noticed  that  he  still  wore  one  of  the 
Bryan  watch  fobs  so  popular  during  the  election.  On  being 
asked  the  reason  for  this,  Champ  replied :  "Oh,  that's  to  keep 
my  watch  running." 

BUILDINGS 

Pat  had  gone  back  home  to  Ireland  and  was  telling  about 
New  York. 

"Have  they  such  tall  buildings  in  America  as  they  say,  Pat?" 
asked  the  parish  priest. 

"Tall  buildings  ye  ask,  sur?"  replied  Pat.  "Faith,  stir,  the 
last  one  I  worked  on  we  had  to  lay  on  our  stomachs  to  let 
the  moon  pass." 

BURGLARS 

A  burglar  wa?  one  night  engaged  in  the  pleasing  occupa- 
tion of  stowing  a  good  haul  of  swag  in  his  bag  when  he  was 


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startled  by  a  touch  on  the  shoulder,  and,  turning  his  head,  he 
beheld  a  venerable,  mild-eyed  clergyman  gazing  sadly  at  him. 

"Oh,  my  brother,"  groaned  the  reverend  gentleman,  "wouldst 
tin »u  rob  me?  Turn,  I  beseech  thee — turn  from  thy  evil  ways. 
Return  those  stolen  goods  and  depart  in  peace,  for  I  am  merci- 
ful and  forgive.  Begone!" 

And  the  burglar,  only  too  thankful  at  not  being  given 
into  custody  of  the  police,  obeyed  and  slunk  swiftly  off. 

Then  the  good  old  man  carefully  and  quietly  packed  the 
swag  into  another  bag  and  walked  softly  (so  as  not  to  dis- 
turb the  slumber  of  the  inmates)  out  of  the  house  and  away 
into  the  silent  night. 

BUSINESS 

A  Boston  lawyer,  who  brought  his  wit  from  his  native  Dub- 
lin, while  cross-examining  the  plaintiff  in  a  divorce  trial,  brought 
forth  the  following: 

"You  wish  to  divorce  this  woman  because  she  drinks?" 

"Yes,  sir." 

"Do  you  drink  yourself?" 

"That's  my  business!"  angrily. 

Whereupon  the  unmoved  lawyer  asked :  "Have  you  any  oth- 
er business?" 

At  the  Boston  Immigration  Station  one  blank  was  recently 
filled  out  as  follows: 

\brnham  ("herko\\sky. 
Born— Yes. 

Rotten. 


Ml  I  VI  ERPRI! 

It   happened    in  Top,  ka.    Three   clothing   stores    wore   on   the 

same   bio,  K.      <  >,,,.  morning    the   middle    proprietor  saw   to   the 

•f    him  '..tnknipt    Sale."    and    to    the    left— 

"Go  minutes    later    lh.                   ircd 


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In  a  section  of  Washington  where  there  are  a  number  of 
hotels  and  cheap  restaurants,  one  enterprising  concern  has  dis- 
played in  great  illuminated  letters,  "Open  All  Night."  Next 
to  it  was  a  restaurant  bearing  with  equal  prominence  the  leg- 
end: 

"We  Never  Close." 

Third  in  order  was  a  Chinese  laundry  in  a  little,  low-framed, 
tumbledown  hovel,  and  upon  the  front  of  this  building  was 
the  sign,  in  great,  scrawling  letters: 

"Me  wakee,  too." 

A  boy  looking  for  something  to  do  saw  the  sign  "Boy 
Wanted"  hanging  outside  of  a  store  in  New  York.  He  picked 
up  the  sign  and  entered  the  store. 

The  proprietor  met  him.  "What  did  you  bring  that  sign 
in  here  for?"  asked  the  storekeeper. 

"You  won't  need  it  any  more,"  said  the  boy  cheerfully. 
"I'm  going  to  take  the  job." 

A  Chinaman  found  his  wife  lying  dead  in  a  field  one  morn- 
ing; a  tiger  had  killed  her. 

The  Chinaman  went  home,  procured  some  arsenic,  and,  re- 
turning to  the  field,  sprinkled  it  over  the  corpse. 

The  next  day  the  tiger's  dead  body  lay  beside  the  woman's. 
The  Chinaman  sold  the  tiger's  skin  to  a  mandarin,  and  its 
body  to  a  physician  to  make  fear-cure  powders,  and  with  the 
proceeds  he  was  able  to  buy  a  younger  wife. 

A  rather  simple-looking  lad  halted  before  a  blacksmith's 
shop  on  his  way  home  from  school  and  eyed  the  doings  of 
the  proprietor  with  much  interest. 

The  brawny  smith,  dissatisfied  with  the  boy's  curiosity,  held 
a  piece  of  red-hot  iron  suddenly  under  the  youngster's  nose, 
hoping  to  make  him  beat  a  hasty  retreat. 

"If  you'll  give  me  half  a  dollar   I'll  lick  -it,"  said  the   lad. 

The  smith  took  from  his  pocket  half  a  dollar  and  held 
it  out. 

The  simple-looking  youngster  took  the  coin,  licked  it,  drop- 
ped it  in  his  pocket  and  slowly  walked  away  whistling. 


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"Do  you  know  win- re  Johnny  l...ckc  lives,  my  little  boy?" 
asked  a  gentle-voiced  old  lady. 

"lie  ain't  home,  but  if  you  give  me  a  penny  I'll  find  him 
for  you  right  off,"  replied  the  lad. 

"All   right,   you're  a   nice   little   boy.     Now   where   is   he?" 

••Thanks— I'm  him.'' 

m  each  according  to  his  ability,  to  each  according  to  his 
need,"  would  seem  to  be  the  principle  of  the  Chinese  store- 
keeper whom  a  traveler  tells  about.  The  Chinaman  asked  $2.50 
for  five  pounds  of  tea,  while  he  demanded  $7.50  for  ten  pounds 
of  the  same  brand.  His  business  philosophy  was  expressed  in 
these  words  of  explanation:  "More  buy,  more  rich — more  rich, 
more  can  pay!" 

In  a  New  York  street  a  wagon  loaded  with  lamp  globes 
collided  with  a  truck  and  many  of  the  globes  were  smashed. 
Considerable  sympathy  was  felt  for  the  driver  as  he  gazed 
ruefully  at  the  shattered  fragments.  A  benevolent-looking  old 
gentleman  eyed  him  compassionately. 

"My  poor  man,"  he  said,  "I  suppose  you  will  have  to  make 
good  this  loss  out  of  your  own  pocket?" 

"Yep,"   was    the   melancholy   reply. 

"Well,  well,"  said  the  philanthropic  old  gentleman,  "hold 
out  your  hat — here's  a  quarter  for  you ;  and  I  dare  say  some 
of  these  other  people  will  give  you  a  helping  hand  too." 

The  driver  held  out  his  hat  and   several  persons  hastened 

to  drop  coins  in  it.    At  last,  when  the  contributions  had  ceased, 

he   emptied   the   contents   of   his    hat   into   his   pocket.     Then, 

pointing  to  the  retreating  figure  of  the  philanthropist  who  had 

'  d  the  collection,  he  observed:  "Say,  maybe  he  ain't  the  wise 


BUSIM  SS  KTHICS 

his  teacher,   "if  coal   is  selling  at  $6  a  ton 

aii'l    vi. n   pay    \  <r  $24   how   many   tons    will    he   bring 

little  over  three  tons   ma'am,"  said  Johnny  promptly. 


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"\\\\\.  Johnny,  that  isn't  ri^ht,"   said  the  teacher. 
"No,     ma'am,    I    know     it    ain't,"     said    Johnny,    "but    they 
all    do    it." 

BUSINESS  WOMEN 

Wanted — A  housekeeping  man  by  a  business  woman.  Ob- 
ject matrimony. 

CAMPAIGNS 
See   Candidates;   Public  speakers. 

CAMPING 
Camp  life  is  just  one  canned  thing  after  another. 

CANDIDATES 

"When  I  first  decided  to  allow  the  people  of  Tupelo  to  use 
my  name  as  a  candidate  for  Congress,  I  went  out  to  a  neigh- 
boring parish  to  speak,"  said  Private  John  Allen  recently  to 
some  friends  at  the  old  Metropolitan  Hotel  in  Washington. 

"An  old  darky  came  up  to  greet  me  after  the  meeting.  'Marse 
Allen,'  he  said,  Ts  powerful  glad  to  see  you.  I's  known  ob 
you  sense  you  was  a  babby.  Knew  yoh  papp'y  long  befo'  you-all 
wuz  bohn,  too.  He  used  to  hold  de  same  office  you  got  now.  I 
'members  how  he  held  dat  same  office  fo'  years  an'  years.' 

"'What  office  do  you  mean,  uncle?'  I  asked,  as  I  never  knew 
pop  held  any  office. 

"  'Why,  de  office  ob  candidate,  Marse  John ;  yoh  pappy  was 
candidate  fo'  many  years.'  " 

A  good  story  is  told  on  the  later  Senator  Vance.  He  was 
traveling  down  in  North  Carolina,  when  he  met  an  old  darky 
one  Sunday  morning.  He  had  known  the  old  man  for  many 
years,  so  he  took  the  liberty  of  inquiring  where  he  was  going. 

"I  am,  sah,  pedcstrianin'  my  appointed  way  to  de  tabernacle 
of  de  Lord." 


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"Are  you    an   Episcopalian?"   inquired    Vance. 

"No,  sah,  I  can't  say  dat  I  am  an  Epispokapillian." 

"Maybe  you   are   a   Baptist?" 

"No,  sah,  I  can't  say  dat  I's  ever  been  buried  wid  de  Lord  in 
ilc  waters  of  baptism." 

"Oh.  I  see  you  are  a  Methodist." 

.  sah.  I  can't  say  dat  I's  one  of  dose  who  hold  to  argy- 
ments  of   de   faith   of   de   Medodists." 

"What  are  you,  then,  uncle?" 

"I's  a  Presbyterian,  Marse  Zeb,  just  de  same  as  you  is." 

"(  Mi  nonsense,  uncle,  you  don't  mean  to  say  that  you  subscribe 
M  the  articles  of  the  Presbyterian  faith?" 

••  'Deed  I  do  sah." 

"Do  you  bclic-ve  in  the  doctrine  of  election  to  be  saved?" 

"Vas,  sah,  I  b'licve  in  the  doctrine  of  'lection  most  firmly 
and  nn'quivactin'ly." 

"Well  then  tell  me  do  you  believe  that  I  am  elected  to  be 
saved?" 

The  old  darky  hesitated.  There  was  undoubtedly  a  terrific 
struggle  going  on  in  his  mind  between  his  veracity  and  his 
desire  to  be  polite  to  the  Senator.  Finally  he  compromised  by 
saying : 

"Well,  I'll  tell  you  how  it  is,  Marse  /eh.     You  sec  I's  never 
of  anybody  bein'  'lected  to  anything  for  what  they  wasn't 
a  candidate.      Has  you,  sah?" 


lice    in    a    small    town    was    vacant.      The   office 
paid   ?  .r   and    there    was   keen   competition    for   it.   One 

•  if  the  candidat'  1   Hicks,  was  a  shrewd  old  fellow,  and 

n   fund  was  turned  over  to  him.   To  the  aston- 
ishment of  all,  however,  he  was  defeated. 

•«e    of   the    leaders    of    Hicks' 
party,  gloomily. 

ii    that    money    we    should    have    won.      How    did    you 

icl,  slowly  pulling  his   whiskers,  "ycr  see 

•ice  only  pays  $250  a  year  salan.  an'  1  didn't  see  no  sense 

to  get  the  office,  so  I  bought  a  little  truck 

farm 


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The  little  daughter  of  a  Democratic  candidate  for  a  local 
office  in  Saratoga  County,  New  York,  when  told  that  her  father 
had  got  the  nomination,  cried  out,  "Oh,  mama,  do  they  ever  die 
of  it?" 

"I  am  willing,"  said  the  candidate,  after  he  had  hit  the  table 
a  terrible  blow  with  his  fist,  "to  trust  the  people." 

"Gee!"  yelled  a  little  man  in  the  audience.  "I  wish  you'd 
open  a  grocery." 

"Now,  Mr.  Blank,"  said  a  temperance  advocate  to  a  candi- 
date for  municipal  honors,  "I  want  to  ask  you  a  question.  Do 
you  ever  take  alcoholic  drinks?" 

"Before  I  answer  the  question,"  responded  the  wary  can- 
didate, I  want  to  know  whether  it  is  put  as  an  inquiry  or  as 
an  invitation!" 

See  also  Politicians. 

CANNING    AND    PRESERVING 

A*  canner,  exceedingly  canny, 

One  morning  remarked  to  his  granny, 

"A  canner  can  can 

Anything  that  he   can; 
But  a  canner  can't  can  a  can,  can  he?" 

— Carolyn   Wells. 

CAPITALISTS 

Of  the  late  Bishop  Charles  G.  Grafton  a  Fond  du  Lac  man 
said :  "Bishop  Grafton  was  remarkable  for  the  neatness  and 
point  of  his  pulpit  utterances.  Once,  during  a  disastrous  strike, 
a  capitalist  of  Fond  du  Lac  arose  in  a  church  meeting  and 
asked  leave  to  speak.  The  bishop  gave  him  the  floor,  and  the 
man  delivered  himself  of  a  long  panegyric  upon  captains  of  in- 
dustry, upon  the  good  they  do  by  giving  men  work,  by  boom- 
ing the  country,  by  reducing  the  cost  of  production,  and  so 
forth.  When  the  capitalist  had  finished  his  self-praise  and, 


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flushed  and  satisfied,  had  sat  down  again,  Bishop  Grafton  rose 
and  said  with  quiet  significance:  'Is  there  any  other  sinner  that 
would  like  to  say  a  word?'" 

CAREFULNESS 

Michael  Dugan,  a  journeyman  plumber,  was  sent  by  his  em- 
ployer to  the  Hightower  mansion  to  repair  a  gas-leak  in  the 
drawing-room.  When  the  butler  admitted  him  he  said  to 
Dugan : 

"You  are  requested  to  be  careful  of  the  floors.  They  have 
just  been  polished." 

"They's  no  danger  iv  me  slippin'  on  thim,"  replied  Dugan. 
"I  hov  spikes  in  me  shoes." — Lippincott's. 

CARPENTERS 

While  building  a  house,  Senator  Platt  of  Connecticut  had 
occasion  to  employ  a  carpenter.  One  of  the  applicants  was  a 
plain  Connecticut  Yankee,  without  any  frills. 

"You  thoroughly  understand  carpentry?"  asked  the  senator. 

"Yes,  sir." 

"You  can  make  doors,  windows,  and  blinds?" 

"Oh,  yes,  sir!" 

"How  would  you  make  a  Venetian  blind?" 

The  man  scratched  his  head  and  thought  deeply  for  a  few 
seconds.  "I  should  think,  sir,"  he  said  finally,  "about  the  best 
way  would  be  to  punch  him  in  the  eye." 

CARVING 

To  Our  National  Birds— the  Eagle  and  the  Turkey— (while 
the  host  is  carving)  : 

May  one  give  us  peace  in  all  our  States, 
And  the  other  a  piece  for  all  our  plates. 

CASTE 

In  some  parts  of  the  South  the  darkies  are  still  addicted  to 
tin-  old  style  country  dance  in  a  big  hall,  with  the  fiddlers, 
banjoists,  and  other  musk-inns  on  a  platform  at  one  end. 


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At  one  such  dance  held  not  long  ago  in  an  Alabama  town, 
when  the  fiddlers  had  duly  resined  their  bows  and  taken  their 
places  on  the  platform,  the  floor  manager  rose. 

"Git  yo'  partners  fo'  de  nex'  dance!"  he  yelled.  "All  you 
ladies  an'  gennulmens  dat  wears  shoes  an'  stockin's,  take  yo' 
places  in  de  middle  of  de  room.  All  you  ladies  an'  gennulmens 
dat  wears  shoes  an'  no  stockin's,  take  yo'  places  immejitly  be: 
hin'  dem.  An'  yo'  barfooted  crowd,  you  jes'  jig  it  roun'  in  de 
corners." — Taylor  Edwards. 


CATS 

There  was  a  young  lady  whose  dream 
Was  to  feed  a  black  cat  on  whipt  cream, 

But  the  cat  with  a  bound 

Spilt  the  milk  on  the  ground, 
So  she  fed  a  whipt  cat  on  black  cream. 


There  once  were  two  cats  in  Kilkenny, 
And  each  cat  thought  that  there  was  one  cat  too  many, 
And  they  scratched  and  they  fit  and  they  tore  and  they  bit, 
Til    instead   of  two   cats — there   weren't   any. 


CAUSE  AND  EFFECT 

Archbishop  Whately  was  one  day  asked  if  he  rose  early.  He 
replied  that  once  he  did,  but  he  was  so  proud  all  the  morning 
and  so  sleepy  all  the  afternoon  that  he  determined  never  to  do 
it  again. 

A  man  who  has  an  office  downtown  called  his  wife  by  tele- 
phone the  other  morning  and  during  the  conversation  asked 
what  the  baby  was  doing. 

"She  was  crying  her  eyes  out,"  replied  the  mother. 

"What   about?" 

"I  don't  know  whether  it  is  because  she  has  eaten  too  many 
strawberries  or  because  she  wants  more,"  replied  the  discour- 
aged mother. 


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BANKS— "I  had  a  new  experience  yesterday,  one  you  might 
call  unaccountable.  I  ate  a  hearty  dinner,  finishing  up  with 
a  Welsh  rabbit,  a  mince  pie  and  some  lobster  a  la  Newburgh. 
Then  I  went  to  a  place  of  amusement.  I  had  hardly  entered 
the  building  before  everything  swam  before  me." 
;,s— "The  Welsh  rabbit  did  it." 

BUNKS — "No;  it  was  the  lobster." 

BONKS — "I  think  it  was  the  mince  pie." 

BANKS — "No;  I  have  a  simpler  explanation  than  that.  I 
never  felt  better  in  my  life;  I  was  at  the  Aquarium/' — Judge. 

Among  a  party  of  Bostonians  who  spent  some  time  in  a 
hunting-camp  in  Maine  were  two  college  professors.  No  sooner 
had  the  learned  gentlemen  arrived  than  their  attention  was 
attracted  by  the  unusual  position  of  the  stove,  which  was  set 
on  posts  about  four  feet  high. 

This  circumstance  afforded  one  of  the  professors  immediate 
opportunity  to  comment  upon  the  knowledge  that  woodsmen 
gain  by  observation. 

\v,"  said  he,  "this  man  has  discovered  that  heat  emanating 
from  a  stove  strikes  the  roof,  and  that  the  circulation  is  so 
quickened  that  the  camp  is  warmed  in  much  less  time  than 
would  be  required  were  the  stove  in  its  regular  place  on  the 
floor." 

But  the  other  professor  ventured  the  opinion  that  the  stove 
was  elevated  to  be  above  the  window  in  order  that  cool  and 
air  could  be  had  at  night. 

I  he  host,  being  of  a  practical  turn,  thought  that  the  stove 
was  set  high  in  order  that  a  good  supply  of  green  wood  could 
be  placed  under  it. 

After  much  argument,  they  called  the  guide  and  asked  why 
:ove  was  in  such  a  position. 

The  man   grinned.     "Well,   gents,"   he   explained,   "when   I 
brought  the  stove  up  the  river   I  lost  most  of  the  stove-pipe 
overboard ;  so  we  had  to  set  the  stove  up  that  way  so  as  to  have 
ipc  reach  through  the  roof." 

Jack  Barrymore,  son  of  Maurice  Barrymore,  and  himself  an 
actor  of  some  ability,  is  not  over-particular  about  his  personal 
a  little  lazy. 


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He  was  in  San  Francisco  on  the  morning  of  the  earthquake. 
He  was  thrown  out  of  bed  by  one  of  the  shocks,  spun  around 
on  the  floor  and  left  gasping  in  a  corner.  Finally,  he  got  to 
his  feet  and  rushed  for  a  bathtub,  where  he  stayed  all  that  day. 
Next  day  he  ventured  out.  A  soldier,  with  a  bayonet  on  his 
gun,  captured  Barrymore  and  compelled  him  to  pile  bricks  for 
two  days. 

Barrymore  was  telling  his  terrible  experience  in  the  Lambs' 
Club  in  New  York. 

"Extraordinary,"  commented  Augustus  Thomas,  the  play- 
wright. "It  took  a  convulsion  of  nature  to  make  Jack  take  a 
bath,  and  the  United  States  Army  to  make  him  go  to  work." 

CAUTION 

Marshall  Field,  3rd,  according  to  a  story  that  was  going  the 
rounds  several  years  ago,  bids  fair  to  become  a  very  cautious 
business  man  when  he  grows  up.  Approaching  an  old  lady 
in  a  Lakewood  hotel,  he  said: 

"Can  you  crack  nuts?" 

"No,  dear,"  the  old  lady  replied.  "I  lost  all  my  teeth  ages 
ago." 

"Then,"  requested  Master  Field,  extending  two  hands  full 
of  pecans,  "please  hold  these  while  I  go  and  get  some  more." 

CHAMPAGNE 

MR.  HILTON — "Have  you  opened  that  bottle  of  champagne, 
Bridget?" 

BRIDGET — "Faith,  I  started  to  open  it,  an'  it  began  to  open  it- 
self. Sure,  the  mon  that  filled  that  bottle  must  'av'  put  in 
two  quarts  instead  of  wan." 

Sir  Andrew  Clark  was  Mr.  Gladstone's  physician,  and  was 
known  to  the  great  statesman  as  a  "temperance  doctor"  who 
very  rarely  prescribed  alcohol  for  his  patients.  On  one  occasion 
he  surprised  Mr.  Gladstone  by  recommending  him  to  take  some 
wine.  In  answer  to  his  illustrious  patient's  surprise  he  said: 


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"Oh,  wine  does  sometimes  help  you  get  through  work!  For 
instance,  I  have  often  twenty  letters  to  answer  after  dinner,  and 
a  pint  of  champagne  is  a  great  help." 

"Indeed!"  remarked  Mr.  Gladstone;  "does  a  pint  of  cham- 
pagne really  help  you  to  answer  the  twenty  letters?" 

"No,"  Sir  Andrew  explained;  "but  when  I've  had  a  pint  of 
champagne  I  don't  care  a  rap  whether  I  answer  them  or  not." 


CHARACTER 

The  Rev.  Charles  H.  Spurgeon  was  fond  of  a  joke  and  his 
keen  wit  was,  moreover,  based  on  sterling  common  sense.  One 
day  he  remarked  to  one  of  his  sons: 

"Can  you  tell  me  the  reason  why  the  lions  didn't  eat  Dan- 
iel?" 

"No,  sir.    Why  was  it?" 

"Because  the  most  of  him  was  backbone  and  the  rest  was 
grit." 

They  were  trying  an  Irishman,  charged  with  a  petty  offense, 
in  an  Oklahoma  town,  when  the  judge  asked :  "Have  you  any 
one  in  court  who  will  vouch  for  your  good  character?" 

"Yis,  your  honor,"  quickly  responded  the  Celt,  "there's  the 
sheriff  there." 

Whereupon  the  sheriff  evinced  signs  of  great  amazement. 

"Why,  your  honor,"  declared  he,  "I  don't  even  know  the 
man." 

"Observe,  your  honor,"  said  the  Irishman,  triumphantly,  "ob- 
livcd  in  the  country  for  over  twelve  years  an' 
the  sheriff  doesn't  know  me  yit!  Ain't  that  a  character  for 
ye?" 

We  must  have  a  weak  spot  or  two  in  a  character  before  we 
can  love  it  much.  People  that  do  not  laugh  or  cry,  or  take 
more  of  anything  than  is  good  for  them,  or  use  anything  but 
i.iry-words,  are  admirable  subjects  for  biographies.  But 
we  don't  care  most  for  those  flat  j».ittrrn  flowers  that  press 
best  in  the  hrrh.irium.--O.  W.  Hol> 


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CHARITY 

"Charity,"  said  Rev.  B.,  "is  a  sentiment  common  to  human 
nature.  A  never  sees  B  in  distress  without  wishing  C  to  re- 
lieve him." 

Dr.  C.  H.  Parkhurst,  the  eloquent  New  York  clergyman,  at 
a  recent  banquet  said  of  charity: 

"Too  many  of  us,  perhaps,  misinterpret  the  meaning  of 
charity  as  the  master  misinterpreted  the  Scriptural  text.  This 
master,  a  pillar  of  a  western  church,  entered  in  his  journal: 

"  The  Scripture  ordains  that,  "if  a  man  take  away  thy  coat, 
let  him  have  thy  cloak  also."  To-day,  having  caught  the  host- 
ler stealing  my  potatoes,  I  have  given  him  the  sack.' " 

THE  LADY — "Well,  I'll  give  you  a  dime;  not  because  you 
deserve  it,  mind,  but  because  it  pleases  me." 

THE  TRAMP — "Thank  you,  mum.  Couldn't  yer  make  it  a 
quarter  an'  thoroly  enjoy  yourself?" 

Porter  Emerson  came  into  the  office  yesterday.  He  had  been 
out  in  the  country  for  a  week  and  was  very  cheerful.  Just 
as  he  was  leaving,  he  said:  "Did  you  hear  about  that  man 
who  died  the  other  day  and  left  all  he  had  to  the  orphanage?" 

"No,"  some  one  answered.  "How  much  did  he  leave?" 

"Twelve  children." 

"I  made  a  mistake,"  said  Plodding  Pete.  "I  told  that  man 
up  the  road  I  needed  a  little  help  'cause  I  was  lookin'  for 
me  family  from  whom  I  had  been  separated  fur  years." 

"Didn't  that  make  him  come  across?" 

"He  couldn't  see  it.  He  said  dat  he  didn't  know  my  fam- 
ily, but  he  wasn't  goin'  to  help  in  bringing  any  such  trouble 
on  'em." 

"It  requires  a  vast  deal  of  courage  and  charity  to  be  philan- 
thropic," remarked  Sir  Thomas  Lipton,  apropos  of  Andrew  Car- 
negie's giving.  "I  remember  when  I  was  just  starting  in  busi- 
ness. I  was  very  poor  and  making  every  sacrifice  to  enlarge 
my  little  shop.  My  only  assistant  was  a  boy  of  fourteen,  faith- 
ful and  willing  and  honest.  One  day  I  heard  him  complaining, 


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and  with  justice,  that  his  clothes  were  so  shabby  that  he  was 
ashamed  to  go  to  chapel. 

"  '  1  here's  no  chance  of  my  getting  a  new  suit  this  year/  he 
told  me.  'Dad's  out  of  work,  and  it  takes  all  of  my  wages  to 
pay  the  rent.' 

"I  thought  the  matter  over,  and  then  took  a  sovereign  from 
my  carefully  hoarded  savings  and  bought  the  boy  a  stout  warm 
suit  of  blue  cloth.  He  was  so  grateful  that  I  felt  repaid  for 
my  sacrifice.  But  the  next  day  he  didn't  come  to  work.  I 
met  his  mother  on  the  street  and  asked  her  the  reason. 

"'Why,    Mr.    l.ipton,'    she    said,    curtsying,    'Jimmie   look^ 
respectable,  thanks  to  you,  sir,  that  I  thought  I  would  send  him 
around  town  today  to  see  if  he  couldn't  get  a  better  job.' " 

"Good  morning,  ma'am,"  began  the  temperance  worker.  "I'm 
colU-ctiiiK  for  the  Inebriates'  Home  and " 

"Why,  me  husband's  out,"  replied  Mrs.  McGuire,  "but  if  ye 
can  find  him  anywhere's  ye're  welcome  to  him." 

Charity  is  a  virtue  of  the  heart,  and  not  of  the  hands. — Addi- 
son. 

You  find  people  ready  enough  to  do  the  Samaritan,  with- 
out the  oil  and  twopence. — Sydney  Smith. 

CHICAGO 

A  western  bookseller  wrote  to  a  house  in  Chicago  asking 
that  a  dozen  copies  of  Canon  Farrar's  "Seekers  after  God"  be 
shipped  to  him  at  once. 

Within   two  days  he  received  this  reply  by  telegraph: 
"No  seekers  after  God  in  Chicago  or  New  York.  Try  Phil- 
adelphia." 

CHICKEN  STEALING 

Senator  Money  of 

.   ami  hr  rc|»li' 

"All  kinds  has  merits.  I  V  u'itr  mirs  is  de  easiest  to  find; 
I. nt  de  black  ones  is  de  easiest  to  hide  aftah  you  gits  'cm  " 


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Ida  Black  had  retired  from  the  most  select  colored  circles 
for  a  brief  space,  on  account  of  a  slight  difficulty  connected  with 
a  gentleman's  poultry-yard.  Her  mother  was  being  consoled  by 
a  white  friend. 

"Why,  Aunt  Easter,  I  was  mighty  sorry  to  hear  about  Ida — 
"Marse  John,  Ida  ain't  nuvver  tuk  dem  chickens.  Ida  wouldn't 
do  sich  a  thing!     Ida  wouldn't  demeange  herse'f  to  rob  nobody's 
hen-roost — and,  any  way,  dem  old  chickens  warn't  nothing  't  all 
but  feathers  when  we  picked  'em." 

"Does  de  white  folks  in  youah  neighborhood  keep  eny  chick- 
ens, Br'er  Rastus?" 

"Well,   Br'er  Johnsing,   mebbe  dey  does  keep  a   few." 

Henry  E.  Dixey  met  a  friend  one  afternoon  on  Broad- 
way. 

"Well,  Henry,"  exclaimed  the  friend,  "you  are  looking  fine! 
What  do  they  feed  you  on?" 

"Chicken  mostly,"  replied  Dixey.  "You  see,  I  am  rehearsing 
in  a  play  where  I  am  to  be  a  thief,  so,  just  by  way  of  getting 
into  training  for  the  part  I  steal  one  of  my  own  chickens  every 
morning  and  have  the  cook  broil  it  for  me.  I  have  accomplished 
the  remarkable  feat  of  eating  thirty  chickens  in  thirty  consecu- 
tive days." 

"Great  Scott!"  exclaimed  the  friend..  "Do  you  still  like 
them?" 

"Yes,  I  do,"  replied  Dixey;  "and,  what  is  better  still,  the 
chickens  like  me.  Why  they  have  got  so  when  I  sneak  into 
the  hen-house  they  all  begin  to  cackle,  'I  wish  I  was  in  Dixey.' " 

I.  S.  Hitchcock. 


A  southerner,  hearing  a  great  commotion  in  his  chicken- 
house  one  dark  night,  took  his  revolver  and  went  to  investi- 
gate. 

"Who's  there?"  he  sternly  demanded,  opening  the   door. 

No  answer. 

"Who's  there?     Answer,  or   I'll  shoot!" 

A   trembling  voice   from   the   farthest   corner: 

"  'Deed,  sah,  dey  ain't  nobody  hyah  ceptin*  us  chickens." 


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A  colored  parson,  calling  upon  one  of  his  flock,  found  the 
object  of  his  visit  out  in  the  back  yard  working  among  his 
hen-coops.  He  noticed  with  surprise  that  there  were  no  chick- 
ens. 

"Why,  Brudder  Brown,"  he  asked,  "whar'r  all  yo'  chickens?" 
"Huh,"  grunted  Brother  Brown  without  looking  up,  "some 
fool  niggah  lef  de  do'  open  an*  dey  all  went  home." 

CHILD  LABOR 

"What's  up  old  man ;  you  look  as  happy  as  a  lark !" 
"Happy?     Why   shouldn't    I    look   happy?     No   more  hard, 

weary  work  by  yours  truly.     I've  got  eight  kids  and  I'm  going 

to  move  to  Alabama." — Life. 

CHILDREN 

Two  weary  parents  once  advertised: 

WANTED,  AT  ONCE — Two  fluent  and  well-learned  persons, 
male  or  female,  to  answer  the  questions  of  a  little  girl  of  three 
and  a  boy  of  four;  eacn  to  take  four  hours  per  day  and  rest 
the  parents  of  said  children." 

Another  couple  advertised : 

"WANTED:  A  governess  who  is  good  stenographer,  to  take 
down  the  clever  sayings  of  our  child." 

A  boy  twelve  years  old  with  an  air  of  melancholy  resig- 
nation, went  to  his  teacher  and  handed  in  the  following  note 
from  his  mother  before  taking  his  seat: 

"Dear  Sir:  Please  excuse  James  for  not  being  preserit  yes- 
terday. 

"He   played   truant,   but   you    needn't    whip   him    for   it,   as 
the  boy  he  played  truant  with  and  him  fell  out,  and  he  licked 
James;  and  a  man  they  threw  stones  at  caught  him  and  licked 
him;  and  the  driver  of  a  cart  they  hung  onto  licked  him; 
the  owner  of  a  cat  they  chased  licked  him.     Then  I  licked  him 
when  he  came  home,  after  which  his  father  licked  him;  and  I 
II.K!   t..   K\\I-   him   another    f.ir  bring  impudent   to  me   for  telling 
ither.     So  you  need  not  lick  him  until   next  time. 
He   thinks  he   will    attend    regular    in    future." 


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MRS.  POST — ''But  why  adopt  a  baby  when  you  have  three  chil- 
dren of  your  own  under  five  years  old?" 

MRS.  PARKER — "My  own  are  being  brought  up  properly.  The 
adopted  one  is  to  enjoy." 

The  neighbors  of  a  certain  woman  in  a  New  England  town 
maintain  that  this  lady  entertains  some  very  peculiar  notions 
touching  the  training  of  children.  Local  opinion  ascribes  these 
oddities  on  her  part  to  the  fact  that  she  attended  normal  school 
for  one  year  just  before  her  marriage. 

Said  one  neighbor:  "She  does  a  lot  of  funny  things.  What 
do  you  suppose  I  heard  her  say  to  that  boy  of  hers  this  after- 
noon ?" 

"I  dunno.    What  was  it?" 

"Well,  you  know  her  husband  cut  his  finger  badly  yester- 
day with  a  hay-cutter;  and  this  afternoon  as  I  was  goin'  by  the 
house  I  heard  her  say: 

"  'Now,  William,  you  must  be  a  very  good  boy,  for  your 
father  has  injured  his  hand,  and  if  you  are  naughty  he  won't 
be  able  to  whip  you.'  " — Edwin  Tarrisse. 

Childhood  has  no  forebodings ;  but  then,  it  is  soothed  by  no 
memories  of  outlived  sorrow. — George  Eliot. 

Better  to  be  driven  out  from  among  men  than  to  be  disliked 
of  children. — R.  H.  Dana. 


See  also  Boys;  Families. 


CHOICES 

William  Phillips,  our  secretary  of  embassy  at  London,  tells 
of  an  American  officer  who,  by  the  kind  permission  of  the 
British  Government,  was  once  enabled  to  make  a  week's  cruise 
on  one  of  His  Majesty's  battleships.  Among  other  things  that 
impressed  the  American  was  the  vessel's  Sunday  morning  ser- 
vice. It  was  very  well  attended,  every  sailor  not  on  duty  being 


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there.     At  the  conclusion  of  the  service  the  American  chanced 

to  ask  one  of  .the  jackies  : 

"Are  you  obliged  to  attend  these  Sunday  morning  services?" 
"Not  exactly  obliged  to,  sir,"  replied  the  sailor-man,  "but  our 

grog  would  be  stopped  if  we  didn't,  sir." — Edwin   Tarrisse. 

A  well-known  furniture  dealer  of  a  Virginia  town  wanted 
to  give  his  faithful  negro  driver  something  for  Christmas  in 
recognition  of  his  unfailing  good  humor  in  toting  out  stoves, 
.  pianos,  etc. 

"Dobson,"  he  said,  "you  have  helped  me  through  some  pretty 
tight  places  in  the  last  ten  years,  and  I  want  to  give  you  some- 
thing  as  a  Christmas  present  that  will  be  useful  to  you  and 
that  you  will  enjoy.  Which  do  you  prefer,  a  ton  of  coal  or  a 
gallon  of  good  whiskey?" 

"Boss,"    Dobson    replied,    "Ah    burns    wood." 

A  man  hurried  into  a  quick-lunch  restaurant  recently  and 
called  to  the  waiter:  "Give  me  a  ham  sandwich." 

"Yes,  sir,"  said  the  waiter,  reaching  for  the  sandwich ;  "will 

y<>u  eat  it   «>r  take  it  with  you?'' 

"Both,"  was  the  unexpected  but  obvious  reply. 

CHOIRS 
•ers. 

CHRISTIAN    SCIENTISTS 

While  waiting  for  the  speaker  ;it  a  public  meeting  a  pale 
little  man  in  the  audie  iod  very  nervous.  He  glanced 

!iis  .slnmlilt  r    M.  in   time   t<>   lime   and    squirmed    and    shifted 
about  in  1  unable  to  stand  it  longer,  he  arose 

:n«led,  in  a  high,  pi-net  rating  voice.   "Is  there  a  Chris- 
tist  in  this  room?" 

man   at   tin-  <>tl)<  r   si<le  of  the  hall  got  up   and   ^aid.   "1 
am  a   •  hristian 

II,    then,    madam."    n  'hr    little    man.    "would    you 

mind  I'm    sitting    in    a    <!• 


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CHRISTIANS 

At  a  dinner,  when  the  gentlemen  retired  to  the  smoking 
room  and  one  of  the  guests,  a  Japanese,  remained  with  the 
ladies,  one  asked  him: 

"Aren't  you  going  to  join  the  gentlemen,  Mr.  Nagasaki?" 
"No.     I  do  not  smoke,  I  do  not  swear,  I  do  not  drink.     But 
then,  I  am  not  a  Christian." 

A  traveler  who  believed  himself  to  be  sole  survivor  of  a 
shipwreck  upon  a  cannibal  isle  hid  for  three  days,  in  terror  of 
his  life.  Driven  out  by  hunger,  he  discovered  a  thin  wisp  of 
Asmoke  rising  from  a  clump  of  bushes  inland,  and  crawled  care- 
fully to  study  the  type  of  savages  about  it.  Just  as  he  reached 
the  clump  he  heard  a  voice  say :  "Why  in  hell  did  you  play 
that  card?"  He  dropped  on  his  knees  and,  devoutly  raising 
his  hands,  cried: 

"Thank  God  they  are  Christians!" 


CHRISTMAS   GIFTS 

"As  you  don't  seem  to  know  what  you'd  like  for  Christmas, 
Freddie,"  said  his  mother,  "here's  a  printed  list  of  presents  for 
a  good  little  boy." 

Freddie  read  over  the  list,  and  then  said: 
"Mother,  haven't  you  a  list  for  a  bad  little  boy?" 

'Twas  the  month   after   Christmas, 
And  Santa  had  flit ; 
Came  there  tidings  for  father 
Which  read:  "Please  remit!" 

—R.  L.  F. 


Little   six-year-old   Harry   was   asked  by  his   Sunday-school 
teacher : 

J'      "And,  Harry,  what  are  you  going  to  give  your  darling  little 
brother  for  Christmas  this  year?" 

"I  dunno,"  said  Harry;    "I  gave  him  the  measles  last  year." 


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For  little  children  everywhere 

A  joyous  season  still  we  make; 
We  bring  our  precious  gifts  to  them, 

Even  for  the  dear  child  Jesus'  sake. 

—Phebe  Cary. 

1  will,  if  you  will, 

devote  my  Christmas  giving  to  the  children  and  the  needy, 
reserving  only  the  privilege  of,    once  in  a   while, 
giving  to  a  dear  friend  a  gift  which  then  will  have 
the  old  charm  of  being  a  genuine  surprise. 

I    will,   if   you    will,  ^ 

keep  the   spirit  of  Christmas  in  my  heart,  and, 
barring  out  hurry,   worry,  and  competition, 
will  consecrate  the  blessed  season,  in  joy  and  love, 
to   the   One    whose   birth   we   celebrate. 

— Jane  Porter  Williams. 

CHRONOLOGY 

i  IST — "They  have  just  dug  up  the  corner-stone  of  an  an- 
cient library  in  Greece,  on  which  is  inscribed  '4000  B.  C.' " 
ENGLISHMAN — "Before  Carnegie,   I   presume." 

CHURCH  ATTENDANCE 

" Tremendous   crowd   up    at   our   church    last   night." 

"New  minister?" 

"No  it  was  burned  down."        * 

"I   understand,"   said   a  young  woman   to  another,  "that   at 
your  church  you  are  having  such  small  congregations.     Is  that 

"Yes,"  answered   the   other  girl,  "so  small   that    rvery  time 
our  rector  says  'Dearly  Beloved'  you  feel  as  if  you  had 
a  proposal!" 

CHURCH  DISCIPLINE 

Pius  the  Ninth  was  not  without  a  certain  sense  of  humor. 
One  day,   while   sitting   for  his  portrait   to   Healy,  the  painter, 


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speaking  of  a  monk  who  had  left  the  church  and  married,  he 
observed,  not  without  malice:  "He  has  taken  his  punishment 
into  his  own  hands." 

CIRCUS 

A  well-known  theatrical  manager  repeats  an  instance  of 
what  the  late  W.  C.  Coup,  of  circus  fame,  once  told  him  was 
one  of  the  most  amusing  features  of  the  show-business;  the 
faking  in  the  "side-show." 

Coup  was  the  owner  of  a  small  circus  that  boasted  among 
its  principal  attractions  a  man-eating  ape,  alleged  to  be  the 
largest  in  captivity.  This  ferocious  beast  was  exhibited  chained 
to  the  dead  trunk  of  a  tree  in  the  side-show.  Early  in  the  day 
of  the  first  performance  of  Coup's  enterprise  at  a  certain  Ohio 
town,  a  countryman  handed  the  man-eating  ape  a  piece  of  to- 
bacco, in  the  chewing  of  which  the  beast  evinced  the  greatest 
satisfaction. 

The  word  was  soon  passed  around  that  the  ape  would 
chew  tobacco ;  and  the  result  was  that  several  plugs  were 
thrown  at  him.  Unhappily,  however,  one  of  these  had  been 
filled  with  cayenne  pepper.  The  man-eating  ape  bit  it;  then, 
howling  with  indignation,  snapped  the  chain  that  bound  him 
to  the  tree,  and  made  straight  for  the  practical  joker  who  had 
so  cruelly  deceived  him. 

"Lave  me  at  5im!"  yelled  the  ape.  ."Lave  me  at  'im,  the 
dirty  villain !  I'll  have  the  rube's  loife,  or  me  name  ain't 
Magillictiddy !" 

Fortunately  for  the  countryman  and  for  Magillicuddy,  too, 
the  man-eating  ape  was  restrained  by  the  bystanders  in  time 
to  prevent  a  killing. 

Willie  to  the  circus  went, 
He  thought  it  was  immense; 
His   little  heart  went  pitter-pat, 
For   the   excitement    was    in   tents. 

—'Harvard  Lampoon. 

"Well,  little  boy,  did  you  go  to  the  circus  the  other  day?" 
"Yes'm.     Pa  wanted  to  go,  so  I  had  to  go  with  him." 


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A  child  of  strict  parents,  whose  greatest  joy  had  hitherto  been 
the  weekly  prayer-meeting,  was  taken  by  its  nurse  to  the  circus 
for  the  first  time.  When  he  came  home  he  exclaimed: 

"Oh,  Mama,  if  you  once  went  to  the  circus  you'd  never, 
never  go  to  a  prayer-meeting  again  in  all  your  life." 

Johnny,  who  had  been  to  the  circus,  was  telling  his  teacher 
about  the  wonderful  things  he  had  seen. 

"An'  teacher,"  he  cried,  "they  had  one  big  animal  they  called 
the  hip — hip 

"Hippopotamus,   dear,"    prompted    the    teacher. 

"I  can't  just  say  its  name,"  exclaimed  Johnny,  "but  it  looks 
just  like  9,000  pounds  of  liver." 


CIVILIZATION 

An  officer  of  the  Indian  Office  at  Washington  tells  of  tht 
patronizing  airs  frequently  assumed  by  visitors  to  the  govern 
nient  schools  for  the  redskins. 

On  one  occasion  a  pompous  little  man  was  being  shown 
through  one  institution  when  he  came  upon  an  Indian  lad  of 
seventeen  years.  The  worker  was  engaged  in  a  bit  of  carpentry, 
which  the  visitor  observed  in  silence  for  some  minutes.  Then, 
with  the  utmost  gravity,  he  asked  the  boy: 

"Are  you  civilized?" 

The  youthful  redskin  lifted  his  eyes  from  his  work,  calmly 
ed  his  questioner,  and  then   replied: 

"No,  are  you?"— Taylor  Edwards. 

"My  dear,  listen  t<>  tliiv"  exrlaimed  the  elderly  English 
lady  to  her  husband,  on  her  first  visit  to  the  States.  She 
held  the  hotel  menu  almost  at  arm's  length,  and  spoke  in 
a  tone  of  horror:  "'Baked  Indian  pudding!'  Can  it  be  pos- 
sible in  a  civilized  country?" 

'The  path. of  civilization  is  paved  with  tin  cans."— The  7'/»t7- 


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CLEANLINESS 

"Among  the  tenements  that  lay  within  my  jurisdiction  when 
I  first  took  up  mission  work  on  the  East  Side."  says  a  New 
York  young  woman,  "was  one  to  clean  out  which  would  have 
called  for  the  best  efforts  of  the  renovator  of  the  Augean  sta- 
bles. And  the  families  in  this  tenement  were  almost  as  hope- 
less as  the  tenement  itself. 

"On  one  occasion  I  felt  distinctly  encouraged,  however,  since 
I  observed  that  the  face  of  one  youngster  was  actually  clean. 

"  'William/  said  I,  'your  face  is  fairly  clean,  but  how  did 
you  get  such  dirty  hands?" 

"  'Washin'  me  face,'  said  William." 

A  woman  in  one  of  the  factory  towns  of  Massachusetts  re- 
cently agreed  to  take  charge  of  a  little  girl  while  her  mother,  a 
seamstress,  went  to  another  town  for  a  day's  work. 

The  woman  with  whom  the  child  had  been  left  endeavored 
to  keep  her  contented,  and  among  other  things  gave  her  a  candy 
dog,  with  which  she  played  happily  all  day. 

At  night  the  dog  had  disappeared,  and  the  woman  inquired 
whether  it  had  been  lost. 

"No,  it  ain't  lost,"  answered  the  little  girl.  "I  kept  it  'most 
all  day,  but  it  got  so  dirty  that  I  was  ashamed  to  look  at  it; 
so  I  et  it." — Fenimore  Martin. 

"How  old  are  you?"  once  asked  Whistler  of  a  London 
newsboy.  "Seven,"  was  the  reply.  Whistler  insisted  that  he 
must  be  older  than  that,  and  turning  to  his  friend  he  remarked: 
"I  don't  think  he  could  get  as  dirty  as  that  in  seven  years, 
do  you?" 

If  dirt  was  trumps,  what  hands  you  would  hold! — Charles 
Lamb. 

CLERGY 

"Now,  children,"  said  the  visiting  minister  who  had  been 
asked  to  question  the  Sunday-school,  "with  what  did  Samson 
arm  himself  to  fight  against  the  Philistines?" 


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None  of  the  children  could  tell  him. 

"(ih,  yes.  you  know!"  he  said,  and  to  help  them  he  tapped 

aw    with   one   finger.     "What   is   this?"   he   asked. 
This  jogged  their  memories,  and  the  class  cried  in  chorus: 
"The  jawbone  of  an  ass." 

All   work  and  no  plagiarism  makes  a  dull  parson. 

Bishop  Doane  of  Albany  was  at  one  time  rector  of  an  Epis- 
copal  church  in  Hartford,  and  Mark  Twain,  who  occasionally 
attended  his  SCfyiCCS,  played  a  juke  upon  him,  one  Sunday. 

'Dr.  Doane,"  he  said  at  the  end  of  the  service,  "I  enjoyed 
your  sermon  this  morning.  I  welcomed  it  like  an  old  friend. 
I  have,  you  know,  a  book  at  home  containing  every  word  of  it" 

"You  have  not,"  said  Dr.  Doane. 

1  I  have  so." 

"Well,  semi  that  lunik  to  me.     I'd  like  t«>  see  it." 

"I'll  send  it."  the  humorist  replied.  Next  morning  he  sent 
an  unabridged  dictionary  to  the  rector. 


The   four-year-old  daughter  of  a  clergyman  was   ailing  one 

ni.ulit  and  was  put  to  bed  early.     As  her  mother  was  about  to 

lea\c  her  she  called  her  back. 

"Mamma."  she  said,  "I  want  to  see  my  papa." 

"No,  dear,"  her  mother  replied,  "your  papa  is  busy  and  must 

not   be   disturbed." 

"Mm.  mamma,"  the  child  persisted,  "I  want  to  see  my  papa." 
As  before,  the  mother  replied:  "No,  your  papa  must  not  be 

disturbed." 

But  the  little  one  came  back  with  a  clincher: 

"Mamma,"  she  declared  solemnly,  "I  am  a  sick  woman,  and 

I  want  to  see  my  minister." 

'K— "Now,  Mr.  Jones,  a  you  were  called  to 

a  patient  who  had  swallowed  a  coin,  what  would  be  your 
method  of  procedure?" 

YOUNG  MEDICO — "I'd   send   for  a  preacher,   sir.     They'll   get 
y  out  of  anyone." 


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Archbishop  Ryan  was  once  accosted  on  the  streets  of  Balti- 
more by  a  man  who  knew  the  archbishop's  face,  but  could  not 
quite  place  it. 
^"Now,  where  in  hell  have  I  seen  you?"  he  asked  perplexedly. 

"From  where  in  hell  do  you  come,  sir?" 


A  Duluth  pastor  makes  it  a  point  to  welcome  any  strangers 
cordially,  and  one  evening,  after  the  completion  of  the  service, 
he  hurried  down  the  aisle  to  station  himself  at  the  door. 

He  noticed  a  Swedish  girl,  evidently  a  servant,  so  he  wel- 
comed her  to  the  church,  and  expressed  the  hope  that  she  would 
be  a  regular  attendant.  Finally  he  said  that  if  she  would  be  at 
home  some  evening  during  the  week  he  would  call. 

"T'ank  you,"  she  murmured  bashfully,  "but  ay  have  a  fella." 


A  minister  of  a  fashionable  church  in  Newark  had  always 
left  the  greeting  of  strangers  to  be  attended  to  by  the  ushers, 
until  he  read  the  newspaper  articles  in  reference  to  the  matter. 
Suppose  a  reporter  should  visit  our  church?"  said  his  wife. 
Wouldn't  it  be  awful?" 

"It  would,"  the  minister  admitted. 

The  following  Sunday  evening  he  noticed  a  plainly  dressed 
woman  in  one  of  the  free  pews.  She  sat  alone  and  was  clearly 
not  a  member  of  the  flock.  After  the  benediction  the  minister 
hastened  and  intercepted  her  at  the  door. 

"How  do  you  do?"  he  said,  offering  his  hand,  "I  am  very 
glad  to  have  you  with  us." 

"Thank  you,"    replied   the  young   woman. 

"I  hope  we  may  see  you  often  in  our  church  home,"  he  went 
on.  "We  are  always  glad  to  welcome  new  faces." 

"Yes,  sir." 

"Do  you   live   in   this   parish?"   he   asked. 

The  girl  looked  blank. 

"If  you  will  give  me  your  address  my  wife  and  I  will  call 
on  you  some  evening." 

"Yon  wouldn't  need  to  go  far,  sir,"  said  the  young  woman, 
"I'm  your  cook!" 


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Bishop  Goodscll,  of  the  Methodist  Episcopal  church,  weighs 
over  two  hundred  pounds.  It  was  with  mingled  emotions,  there- 
fore that  he  road  the  following  in  Zion's  Herald  some  time  ago: 
"1  lie  announcement  that  our  New  England  bishop,  Daniel 
A.  Goodsell,  has  promised  to  preach  at  the  Willimantic  camp 
meeting,  will  give  great  pleasure  to  the  hosts  of  Israel  who 
are  looking  forward  to  that  feast  of  fat  things." 

It  is  a  standing  rule  of  a  company  whose  boats  ply  the  Great 
that  clergymen  and  Indians  may  travel  on  its  boats  for 
half-fare.  A  short  time  ago  an  agent  of  the  company  was  ap- 
proached by  an  Indian  preacher  from  Canada,  who  asked  for 
free  transportation  on  the  ground  that  he  was  entitled  to  one- 
half  rebate  because  he  was  an  Indian,  and  the  other  half  because 
he  was  a  clergyman. — liltjin  Burroughs. 

Booker  Washington,  as  all  the  world  knows,  believes  that 
the  salvation  of  his  race  lies  in  industry.  Thus,  if  a  young  man 
wants  to  be  a  clergyman,  he  will  meet  with  but  little  encourage- 
ment from  the  head  of  Tuskegee;  but  if  he  wants  to  be  a  black- 
smith or  a  bricklayer,  his  welcome  is  warm  and  hearty. 

Dr.  Washington,  in  a  recent  address  in  Chicago,  said: 

"The  world  is  overfull  of  preachers  and  when  an  aspirant  for 
the  pulpit  comes  to  me,  I  am  inclined  to  tell  him  about  the  old 
uncle  working  in  the  cotton  field  who  said : 

"  'De  cotton  am  so  grassy,  de  work  am  so  hard,  and  de  sun 
am  so  hot,  Ah  'clare  to  goodness  Ah  believe  dis  darkey  am 
called  to  preach.' " 

On  one  occasion  the  minister  delivered  a  sermon  of  but  ten 
minutes'  duration — a  most  unusual  thing  for  him. 

Upon  the  conclusion  of  his  remarks  he  added:  "I  regret  to 
inform  you,  brethren,  that  my  dog,  who  appears  to  be  peculiarly 
fond  of  paper,  this  morning  ate  that  portion  of  my  sermon  that 
I  have  not  delivered.  Let  us  pray." 

r  the  service  the  clergyman  was  met  at  the  door  by  a 
man   who  as  a   rule,   attended    di\iiu-    lervtCC    in    another   ] 
-1  rnnn  by  the  hand  he  said : 

"Doctor,  I  should  like  to  know  whether  that  do&  of  yours 
has  any  pups.  If  so  I  want  to  get  one  to  give  to  my  minister." 


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Recipe  for  a  parson  : 

To  a  cupful  of  negative  goodness 

Add  the  pleasure  of  giving  advice. 
Sift  in  a  peck  of  dry  sermons, 
And  flavor  with  brimstone  or  ice. 

-Life. 

A  pompous  Bishop  of  Oxford  was  once  stopped  on  a  London 
street  by  a  ragged  urchin. 

"Well,  my  little  man,  and  what  can  I  do  for  you?"  inquired 
the  churchman. 

"The  time  o'  day,  please,  your  lordship." 

With  considerable  difficulty  the  portly  bishop  extracted  his 
timepiece. 

"It  is  exactly  half  past  five,  my  lad." 

"Well,"  said  the  boy,  setting  his  feet  for  a  good  start,  "at 
'alf  past  six  you  go  to  'ell !" — and  he  was  off  like  a  flash  and 
around  the  corner.  The  bishop,  flushed  and  furious,  his  watch 
dangling  from  its  chain,  floundered  wildly  after  him.  But  as 
he  rounded  the  corner  he  ran  plump  into  the  outstretched  arms 
of  the  venerable  Bishop  of  London. 

"Oxford,  Oxford,"  remonstrated  that  surprised  dignitary, 
"why  this  unseemly  haste?" 

Puffing,  blowing,  spluttering,  the  outraged  Bishop  gasped  out : 

"That  young  ragamuffin — I  told  him  it  was  half  past  five — and 
he — er — told  me  to  go  to  hell  at  half  past  six." 

"Yes,  yes,"  said  the  Bishop  of  London  with  the  suspicion  of 
a  twinkle  in  his  kindly  old  eyes,  "but  why  such  haste?  You've 
got  almost  an  hour.' " 

Skilful  alike  with  tongue  and  pen, 
He  preached  to  all  men  everywhere 
The  Gospel  of  the  Golden  Rule, 
The  New  Commandment  given  to  men, 
Thinking  the  deed,  and  not  the  creed, 
Would  help  us  in  our  utmost  need. 

— Longfellow. 

See  also  Burglars;  Contribution  box;  Preaching;  Resigna- 
tion. 


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CLIMATE 

In  a  certain  town  the  local  forecaster  of  the  weather  was 
so  often  wrong  that  his  predictions  became  a  standing  joke,  to 
his  no  small  annoyance,  for  he  was  very  sensitive.  At  length, 
in  despair  of  living  down  his  reputation,  he  asked  headquarters 
to  transfer  him  to  another  station. 

A  brief  correspondence  ensued. 

"Why,"  asked  headquarters,  "do  you  wish  to  be  transferred?" 

"Because,"  the  forecaster  promptly  replied,  "the  climate 
doesn't  agree  with  me." 

CLOTHING 

One  morning  as  Mark  Twain  returned  from  a  neighborhood 
morning  call,  sans  necktie,  his  wife  met  him  at  the  door  with 
the  exclamation :  "There,  Sam,  you  have  been  over  to  the 
Stowes's  again  without  a  necktie!  It's  really  disgraceful  the 
way  you  neglect  your  dress !" 

Her  husband  said  nothing,  but  went  up  to  his  room. 

A  few  minutes  later  his  neighbor — Mrs.  S. — was  summoned 
to  the  door  by  a  messenger,  who  presented  her  with  a  small  box 
m-atly  done  up.  She  opened  it  and  found  a  black  silk  necktie, 
accompanied  by  the  following  note:  "Here  is  a  necktie.  Take 
it  out  and  look  at  it.  I  think  I  stayed  half  an  hour  this  morn- 
ing. At  the  end  of  that  time  will  you  kindly  return  it,  as  it 
is  the  only  one  I  have? — Mark  Twain." 

A  man  whose  trousers  bailed  badly  at  the  knees  was  stand- 
ing on  a  corner  waitiiu  u.  A  parsing  Irishman  stopped 
and  watched  him  with  great  interest  for  two  or  three  minutes; 
at  last  he  said : 

"Well,  why  don't  ye  jump?" 

''The  evening  wore  on,"  continued  the  man  who  was  telling 
;  -  >ry. 

interrupted  the  wonld-lu    wit  ;  "but  can  you  tell 

ii  that  or 

"I  don't  know  that  it  is  important."  replied  the  story-teller. 
"P.ut  if  y..ii  iiiiisi  know,  I  1  lose  of  a  summer 


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"See  that  measuring  worm  crawling  up  my  skirt!"  cried  Mrs. 
B.icnks.  "That's  a  sign  I'm  going  to  have  a  new  dress." 

"Well,  let  him  make  it  for  you,"  growled  Mr.  Bjenks.  "And 
while  he's  about  it,  have  him  send  a  hookworm  to  do  you  up 
the  back.  I'm  tired  of  the  job." 

Dwellers  in  huts  and  in  marble  halls — 

From   Shepherdess   up   to   Queen — 
Cared  little  for  bonnets,  and  less  for  shawls, 

And  nothing  for  crinoline. 
But  now  simplicity's  not  the  rage, 

And  it's  funny  to  think  how  cold 
The  dress  they  wore  in  the  Golden  Age 

Would  seem  in  the  Age  of  Gold. 

—Henry  S.  Leigh. 

Costly    thy   habit   as   thy    purse    can    buy, 

But  not   express'd   in   fancy;   rich,   not  gaudy; 

For   the   apparel   oft   proclaims   the   man. 

— Shakespeare. 

CLUBS 

Belle  and  Ben  had  just  announced  their  engagement. 

"When  we  are  married,"  said  Belle,  "I  shall  expect  you  to 
shave  every  morning.  It's  one  of  the  rules  of  the  club  I  be- 
long to  that  none  of  its  members  shall  marry  a  man  who  won't 
shave  every  morning." 

"Oh,  that's  all  right,"  replied  Ben ;  "but  what  about  the  morn- 
ings I  don't  get  home  in  time?  I  belong  to  a  club,  too." 

—M.  A.  Hitchcock. 

The  guest,  landing  at  the  yacht  club  float  with  his  host,  both 
of  them  wearing  oilskins  and  sou'-westers  to  protect  them  from 
the  drenching  rain,  inquired: 

"And  who  are  those  gentlemen  seated  on  the  veranda,  look- 
ing so  spick  and  span  in  their  white  duck  yachting  caps  and 
trousers,  and  keeping  the  waiters  running  all  the  time?" 

"They're  the  rocking-chair  members.  They  never  go  outside. 
and  they're  waterproof  inside." 


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One  afternoon  thirty  ladies  nut  at  the  home  of  Mrs.  Lyons 
to  form  a  woman's  club.  The  hostess  was  unanimously  elected 
president.  The  next  day  tin*  following  ad  appeared  in  the  news- 
paper: 

"Wanted — a  reliable  woman  to  take  care  of  a  baby.  Apply 
to  Mrs.  J.  W.  Lyons." 

COAL  DEALERS 

In  a  Kansas  town  where  two  brothers  are  engaged   in   the 
retail  coal  business  a  revival  was  recently  held  and  the  elder  of 
the  brothers  was  converted.  For  weeks  he  tried  to  persuade  his 
brother  to  j<>in  the  church.     One  day  he  asked: 
"Why  can't  you  join  the  church  like  I  did?" 
"It's  a  fine  thing  for  you  to  belong  to  the  church,"  replied 
the  younger  brother,     "If  I  join  the  church  who'll  weigh  the 
coal?" 

COEDUCATION 

The  speaker  was  waxing  eloquent,  and  after  his  peroration 
on  woman's  rights  he  said:  "When  they  take  our  girls,  as 
they  threaten,  away  from  the  coeducational  colleges,  what  will 
follow?  What  will  follow,  I  repeat?" 

And  a  loud,  masculine  voice  in  the  audience  replied:  "I  will  !*' 


COFFEE 

Among  the   coffee-drinkers  a  high   place  must  be  given  to 
rck       He    liked    coffee    unadulterated.      While    with    the 
Prussian    Army   in   France  he   one   day   entered   a  country   inn 
and    asked  the   host   if   he  had    any   chicory   in   the  house.     He 
had.      Bismarck   said— "Well,    bring    it    to   me;   all   you    have." 
'I  he  man   obeyed   and   handed    I'.isinarck  a  canister   full  of   chic- 
ory.     "Are   you    sure    this    is    all    you    have?"    demanded    the 
•  Hor.      "Yes,    my    lord.    <\<-ry    vM'aiii."      "  I  hen." 

;«inu   the   cani-ter    l>y    him.    "KO   n««w    ami    make   me   a 
OOt    Of    COI! 


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COINS 

He  had  just  returned  from  Paris  and  said  to  his  old  aunt  in 
the  country :  "Here,  Aunt,  is  a  silver  franc  piece  I  brought  you 
from  Paris  as  a  souvenir." 

"Thanks,  Herman,"  said  the  old  lady.  "I  wish  you'd  thought 
to  have  brought  me  home  one  of  them  Latin  quarters  I  read 
so  much  about." 

COLLECTING  OF   ACCOUNTS 

An  enterprising  firm  advertised :  "All  persons  indebted  to  our 
store  are  requested  to  call  and  settle.  All  those  indebted  to 
our  store  and  not  knowing  it  are  requested  to  call  and  find  out. 
Those  knowing  themselves  indebted  and  not  wishing  to  call,  are 
requested  to  stay  in  one  place  long  enough  for  us  to  catch  them." 

"Sir,"  said  the  haughty  American  to  his  adhesive  tailor,  "1 
object  to  this  boorish  dunning.  I  would  have  you  know  that 
my  great-great-grandfather  was  one  of  the  early  settlers." 

"And  yet,"  sighed  the  anxious  tradesman,  "there  are  people 
who  believe  in  heredity." 

A  retail  dealer  in  buggies  doing  business  in  one  of  the  large 
towns  in  northern  Indiana  wrote  to  a  firm  in  the  east  ordering 
a  carload  of  buggies.  The  firm  wired  him : 

"Cannot  ship  buggies  until  you  pay  for  your  last  consignment." 
"Unable  to  wait  so  long,"  wired  back  the  'buggy  dealer,  "can- 
cel order." 

The   saddest   words   of   tongue   or  pen 
May    be   perhaps,    "It    might   have   been," 
The  sweetest  words  we  know,  by  heck, 
Are  only  these  "Enclosed  find    check!" 

Minnc-IIa-Ha. 

COLLECTORS  AND  COLLECTING 

Sir  Walter  Raleigh  had  called  to  take  a  cup  of  tea  with 
Queen  Elizabeth. 

"It  was  very  good  of  you,  Sir  Walter,"  said  her  Majesty, 
smiling  sweetly  upon  the  gallant  Knight,  "to  ruin  your  cloak  the 


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other  day  so  that  my  feet  should  not  be  wet  by  that  horrid 
puddle.  May  I  not  instruct  my  Lord  High  Treasurer  to  re- 
imburse you  for  it?" 

"Don't  mention  it,  your  Majesty,"  replied  Raleigh.  "It  only 
cost  two  and  six,  and  I  have  already  sold  it  to  an  American 
collector  for  eight  thousand  pounds." 

COLLEGE  GRADUATES 

"Can't  I  take  your  order  for  one  of  our  encyclopedias !"  asked 
the  dapper  agent. 

I  guess  not,"  said  the  busy  man.    "I  might  be  able  to  use 
it  a  few  times,  but  my  son  will  be  home  from  college  in  June." 

COLLEGE  STUDENTS 

"Say,  dad,  remember  that  story  you  told  me  about  when  you 
were  expelled  from  college?" 

"Yes." 

"Well,  I  was  just  thinking,  dad,  how  true  it  is  that  history  re- 
peats itself." 

WANTED:    P.urly  beauty-proof   individual   to   read   meters    in 

sororit  .     We  ha\en't   made-  a  nickel  in  two  years.     The 

1  '». — Michigan 


The  freshman  class  in  trigonometry  was  reciting. 

"And  have  you  proved  this  proposition?"  asked  the  "math. 
prof." 

"Well,"  said  the  freshman,  "prove. 1  is  rather  a  strong  word, 
but  I  can  say  that  I  have  rendered  it  highly  probable." 

ME — "Do  you  smoke,  profcs 

••r.--"\Yhy.   yes    I'm    very    f..nd   <>f   a   ,u<,..«l   cigar." 
STI  D1      "I  k)    >'  u    drink.    | 

PROF. — '"  • 'Milling    better    than    a    bottle 

me." 

me    something   to  pass   this 


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Tlirce  boys  from  Yale,  Princeton  and  Harvard  were  in  a 
room  when  a  lady  entered.  The  Yale  hoy  asked  languidly  if 
some  fellow  ought  not  to  give  a  chair  to  the  lady:  the  Princeton 
hoy  slowly  Drought  one,  and  the  Harvard  hoy  deliberately  sat 
down  in  it. — Life. 

A  college  professor  was  one  day  Hearing  the  close  of  a  history 
lecture  and  was  indulging  in  one  of  those  rhetorical  climaxes  in 
which  he  delighted  when  the  hour  struck.  The  students  imme- 
diately began  to  slam  down  the  movable  arms  of  their  lecture 
chairs  and  to  prepare  to  leave. 

The  professor,  annoyed  at  the  interruption  of  his  flow  of 
eloquence,  held  up  his  hand: 

"Wait  just  one  minute,  gentlemen.  I  have  a  few  more  pearls 
to  cast." 

When  Rutherford  B.  Hayes  was  a  student  at  college  it  was  his 
custom  to  take  a  walk  before  breakfast. 

One  mooting  two  of  his  student  friends  went  with  him. 
After  walking  a  short  distance  they  met  an  old  man  with  a  long 
white  beard.  Thinking  that  they  would  have  a  little  fun  at  the 
old  man's  expense,  the  first  one  bowed  to  him  very  gracefully 
and  said :  "Good  morning,  Father  Abraham." 

The  next  one  made  a  low  bow  and  said:  "Good  morning. 
Father  Isaac." 

Young  Hayes  then  made  his  bow  and  said  :  "Good  morning 
Father  Jacob." 

The  old  man  looked  at  them  a  moment  and  then  said:  "Young 
men,  I  am  neither  Abraham,  Isaac  nor  Jacob.  I  am  Saul,  the 
son  of  Kish,  and  I  am  out  looking  for  my  father's  .asses,  and 
lo,  I  have  found  them." 

A  western  college  boy  amused  himself  by  writing  stories  and 
giving  them  to  papers  for  nothing.  His  father  objected  and 
wrote  to  the  boy  that  he  was  wasting  his  time.  In  answer  the 
college  lad  wrote : 

"So,  dad,  you  think  I  am  wasting  my  time  in  writing  for  the 
local  papers  and  cite  Johnson's  saying  that  the  man  who  writes, 
except  for  money,  is  a  fool.  I  shall  act  upon  Doctor  Johnson's 
suggestion  and  write  for  money.  Send  me  fifty  dollars." 


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The  president  of  an  eastern  university  had  just  announced 
in  chapel  that  the  freshman  class  was  the  largest  enrolled  in  the 
history  of  the  institution.  Immediately  he  followed  the  announce- 
ment by  reading  the  text  for  the  morning:  "Lord,  how  are 
they  increased  that  trouble  me !" 

STUDE — "Is  it  possible  to  confide  a  secret  to  you?" 
I-'KIKND — "Certainly.    I  will  be  as  silent  as  the  grave." 

i>i      "Well,  then,  I  have  a  pressing  need  for  two  bucks." 
I  KIKND— "Do  not  worry.    It  is  as  if  I  had  heard  nothing." 

—Michigan  Gargoyle. 

"Why  did  you  come  to  college,  anyway?  You  are  not  study- 
ing," said  the  Professor. 

"Well,"  said  Willie,  "I  don't  know  exactly  myself.  Mother 
says  it  is  to  fit  me  for  the  Presidency;  Uncle  Bill,  to  sow  my 
wild  oats ;  Sis,  to  get  a  chum  for  her  to  marry,  and  Pa,  to  bank- 
rupt the  family." 

A  young  Irishman  at  college  in  want  of  twenty-five  dollars 
wrote  to  his  uncle  as  follows: 

"Dear  Uncle. — If  you  could  see  how  I  blush  for  shame  while 
I  am  writing,  you  would  pity  me.  Do  you  know  why?  Because 
I  have  to  ask  you  for  a  few  dollars,  and  do  not  know  how  to 
express  myself.  It  is  impossible  for  me  to  tell  you.  I  prefer 
to  die.  I  send  you  this  by  messenger,  who  will  wait  for  an  an- 
swer. Believe  me,  my  dearest  uncle,  your  most  obedient  and 
affectionate  nephew. 

x— Overcome  with  shame  for  what  I  have  written,  I  have 
been  running  after  the  messenger  in  order  to  take  the  letter  from 
him.  1>m  I  cannot  catch  him.  Heaven  grant  that  something  may 
happen  to  stop  him,  or  that  this  letter  may  get  lost." 

uncle  was  naturally  touched,  but  was  equal  to  the  emer- 
gency.    He  replied  as  follows: 

"My  Dear  Jack— Console  yourself  and  blush  no  more.  Provi- 
dence has  heard  your  p:  lie  messenger  lost  your  letter. 
Your  affectionate  uncle." 

The  professor  was  delivering  the  final  lectnrc  of  the  term. 
He  dwelt  with  much  emphasis  on  the  fact  that  each  student 


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should  devote  all  the  intervening  time  preparing  for  the  final 
examinations. 

"The  examination  papers  are  now  in  the  hands  of  the  printer. 
Are  there  any  questions  to  be  asked?" 

Silence  prevailed.     Suddenly  a  voice  from  the  rear  inquired: 

"Who's  the  printer?" 

It  was  Commencement  Day  at  a  well-known  woman's  col- 
lege, and  the  father  of  one  of  the  young  women  came  to  at- 
tend the  graduation  exercises.  He  was  presented  to  the  pres- 
ident, who  said,  "I  congratulate  you,  sir,  upon  your  extremely 
large  and  affectionate  family." 

"Large  and  affectionate?"  he  stammered  and  looking  very 
much  surprised. 

"Yes,  indeed,"  said  the  president.  "No  less  than  twelve  of 
your  daughter's  brothers  have  called  frequently  during  the 
winter  to  take  her  driving  and  sleighing,  while  your  eldest  son 
escorted  her  to  the  theater  at  least  twice  a  week.  Unusually 
nice  brothers  they  are." 

The  world's  great  men  have  not  commonly  been  great  schol- 
ars, nor  its  great  scholars  great  men. — O.  W.  Holmes. 

See  also  Harvard  university;   Scholarship. 

COLLEGES  AND  UNIVERSITIES 

The  college  is  a  coy  maid — 

She  has  a  habit  quaint 
Of  making  eyes  at  millionaires 

And  winking  at  the  taint. — Judge. 

"What  is  a  'faculty'?" 

"A  'faculty'  is  a  body  of  men  surrounded  by  red  tape." 

—Cornell  Widow. 

Yale. University  is  to  have  a  ton  of  fossils.  Whether  for  the 
faculty  or  for  the  museums  is  not  announced. 

— The   Atlanta   Journal. 


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i — "But  this  ancient  institution  of  learning  will 
fail  unless  something  is  done." 

SECOND  TRUSTEE — "True;  but  what  can  we  do?  We  have  al- 
ready raised  the  tuition  until  it  is  almost  I  per  cent,  of  the  fra- 
ternity fees." — Puck. 

The   president   of  the  university  had  dark  circles   under  his 
His  cheek  was  pallid;  his  lips  were  trembling;  he  wore 
a  hunted  expression. 

"You   look  ill,"  said   his   wife.     "What  is  wrong,  dear?" 
•thing    much."    he    replied.      "But— I— I    had    a    fearful 

dream  last  night,  and  I   feel  this  morning  as  if  I — as  if  I " 

It  was  evident  that  his  nervous  system  was  shattered. 

"What   was  the  dream?"  asked  his   wife. 

"I— I— dreamed  the  trustees  required  that — that  I  should — 
that  I  should  pass  the  freshman  examination  for — admission !" 
sighed  the  president. 

COMMON   SENSE 

A  mysterious  building  had  been  erected  on  the  outskirts 
of  a  small  town.  It  was  shrouded  in  mystery.  All  that  was 
known  about  it  was  that  it  was  a  chemical  laboratory.  An 

..Id  fanner,  driving  past  the  place  after  work  had  been  started, 
and  seeing  a  man  in  the  doorway,  called  to  him: 

"What  he  ye  doin'   in   this  pla. 

"We  are  Batching  for  a  universal  solvent — something  that 
will  dissolve  all  things,"  said  the  chemist. 

"\\hat  good    will   thet  be?" 

"Imagine,  sir!  It  will  dissolve  all  things.  If  we  want  a 
solution  of  iron,  glass,  gold — anything,  all  that  we  have  to  do 
is  to  drop  it  in  this  solution." 

"Fine,"  said  the  farmer,  "fine!  What  be  ye  goin'  to  keep 
it  in 

COMMUTERS 

t   true  that  you   have  broken  off  your  engage- 
ment  to  that   viil   wh..  live-  in  the  suburbs!'" 

•In-  commutation  rates  on  me  and 
I   ha  1  to  a  town  girl." 


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"I  see  you  carrying  home  a  new  kind  of  breakfast  food," 
remarked  the  first  commuter. 

"Yes,"  said  the  second  commuter,  "I  was  missing  too  many 
trains.  The  old  brand  required  three  seconds  to  prepare.  You 
can  fix  this  new  brand  in  a  second  and  a  half." 

After  the  sermon  on  Sunday  morning  the  rector  welcomed 
and  shook  hands  with  a  young  German. 

"And  are  you  a  regular  communicant?"   said  the   rector. 
"Yes,"  said  the  German:   "I  take  the  7:45  every  morning." 

— M.  L.  Playward. 

A  suburban  train  was  slowly  working  its  way  through  one 
of  the  blizzards  of  1894.  Finally  it  came  to  a  dead  stop  and 
all  efforts  to  start  it  again  were  futile. 

In  the  wee,  small  hours  of  the  morning  a  weary  commuter, 
numb  from  the  cold  and  the  cramped  position  in  which  he  had 
tried  to  sleep,  crawled  out  of  the  train  and  floundered  through 
the  heavy  snow-drifts  to  the  nearest  telegraph  station.  This 
is  the  message  he  handed  to  the  operator: 

"Will  not  be  at  office  to-day.     Not  home  yesterday  yet." 

A  nervous  commuter  on  his  dark,  lonely  way  home  from 
the  railroad  station  heard  footsteps  behind  him.  He  had  an 
uncomfortable  feeling  that  he  was  being  followed.  He  in- 
creased his  speed.  The  footsteps  quickened  accordingly.  The 
commuter  darted  down  a  lane.  The  footsteps  still  pursued  him. 
In  desperation  he  vaulted  over  a  fence  and,  rushing  into  a 
churchyard,  threw  himself  panting  on  one  of  the  graves. 

"If  he  follows  me  here,"  he  thought  fearfully,  "there  can 
be  no  doubt  as  to  his  intentions." 

The  man  behind  was  following.  He  could  hear  him  scram- 
bling over  the  fence.  Visions  of  highwaymen,  maniacs,  gar- 
roters  and  the  like  flashed  through  his  brain.  Quivering  with 
fear,  the  nervous  one  arose  and  faced  his  pursuer. 

"What  do  you  want?"  he  demanded.  "Wh-why  are  you  fol- 
lowing me?" 

"Say,"  asked  the  stranger,  mopping  his  brow,  "do  you  al- 
ways go  home  like  this?  I'm  going  up  to  Mr.  Brown's  and 


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the  man  at  the  station  told  me  to  follow  you,  as  you  lived 
next  door.  Excuse  my  asking  you,  but  is  there  much  more 
to  do  before  we  get  there?" 

COMPARISONS 

A  milliner  endeavored  to  sell  to  a  colored  woman  one  of 
the  last  season's  hats  at  a  very  moderate  price.  It  was  a  big 
white  picture-hat. 

"Law,  no,  honey!"  exclaimed  the  woman.  "I  could  nevah 
that.  I'd  look  jes'  like  a  blueberry  in  a  pan  of  milk." 

A  well-known  author  tells  of  an  English  spinster  who  said, 
as  she  watched  a  great  actress  writhing  about  the  floor  as 
Cleopatra : 

"How  different  from  the  home  life  of  our  late  dear  queen!" 

"Darling,"  whispered  the  ardent  suitor,  "I  lay  my  fortune 
at  your  feet." 

"Your  fortune?"  she  replied  in  surprise.  "I  didn't  know 
you  had  one." 

"Well,  it  isn't  much  of  a  fortune,  but  it  will  look  large  be- 
sides those  tiny  feet." 

"Girls  make  me  tired,"  said  the  fresh  young  man.  "They 
are  always  going  to  palmists  to  have  their  hands  read." 

"Indeed!"  said  she  sweetly;  "is  that  any  worse  than  men 
going  into  saloons  to  get  their  noses  red?" 

A  friend  once  wrote  Mark  Twain  a  letter  saying  that  he 
was  in  very  bad  health,  and  concluding:  "Is  there  anything 
worse  than  having  toothache  and  earache  at  the  same  time?" 

Tin-  humorist  wrote  back:  "Yes,,  rheumatism  and  Saint 
Vitus's  dance." 

The   Rev.   Dr.  William   Emerson,  of  Boston,  son  of  Ralph 

Waldo   Emerson,  recently  made  a  trip  through  the  South,  and 

one   Sunday    attended    a    mntini;    in    a    colored    church.      The 

her  was  a  white  man,  however,  a  white  man  whose  first 

name   was   George,   and   evidently    a    prime    favorite    with   the 


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colored  brethren.  When  the  service  was  over  Dr.  Emerson 
walked  home  behind  two  members  of  the  congregation,  and 
oM-rheard  this  conversation:  "Massa  (  H-OV.HI-  am  a  mos'  pow'- 
i'ul  preacher."  "1U-  am  dat."  "He's  mos'  's  pow'ful  as  Abra- 
ham Lincoln."  "Huh!  lie's  mo'  pow'ful  dan  Lincoln."  "He's 
mos'  's  pow'ful  as  George  Washin'ton.'  "Huh!  He's  mo'  pow'ful 
dan  Washin'ton."  "Massa  George  ain't  quite  as  pow'ful  as 
God."  "N-n-o,  not  quite.  But  he's  a  young  man  yet." 

Is  it  possible  your  pragmatical  worship  should  not  know 
that  the  comparisons  made  between  wit  and  wit,  courage  and 
courage,  beauty  and  beauty,  birth  and  birth,  are  always  odious 
and  ill  taken  ?— Cervantes. 

COMPENSATION 

"Speakin'  of  de  law  of  compensation,"  said  Uncle  Eben, 
"an  automobile  goes  faster  dan  a  mule,  but  at  de  same  time 
it  hits  harder  and  balks  longer." 

COMPETITION 

A  new  baby  arrived  at  a  house.  A  little  girl — now  fifteen 
— had  been  the  pet  of  the  family.  Every  one  made  much  of 
her,  but  when  there  was  a  new  baby  she  felt  rather  neglected. 

"How  are  you,  Mary?"  a  visitor  asked  of  her  one  afternoon. 

"Oh,  I'm  all  right,"  she  said,  "except  that  I  think  there  is 
too  much  competition  in  this  world." 

A  farmer  during  a  long-continued  drought  invented  a  ma- 
chine for  watering  his  fields.  The  very  first  day  while  he  was 
trying  it  there  suddenly  came  a  downpour  of  rain.  He  put 
away  his  machine. 

"It's  no  use,"  he  said;  "you  can  do  nothing  nowadays  with- 
out competition." 

COMPLIMENTS 

Supper  was  in  progress,  and  the  father  was  telling  about  a 
row  which  took  place  in  front  of  his  store  that  morning:  "The 


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first  thing  I  >aw  was  one  man  deal  the  other  a  sounding  blow, 
and  then  a  crowd  gathered.  The  man  who  was  struck  ran 
and  grabbed  a  large  shovel  he  had  been  using  on  the  street, 
and  rushed  back,  his  eyes  blazing  fiercely.  I  thought  he'd 
surely  knock  the'  other  man's  brains  out,  and  I  stepped  right 
in  between  them." 

The  young  son  of  the  family  had  become  so  hugely  inter- 
ested in  the  narrative  as  it  proceeded  that  he  had  stopped  eating 
his  pudding.  So  proud  was  he  of  his  father's  valor,  his  eyes 
fairly  shone,  and  he  cried : 

"lie  couldn't  knock  any  brains  out  of  you,  could  he, 
Fath, 

I  athcr  looked  at  him  long  and  earnestly,  but  the  lad's  coun- 
tenance was  frank  and  open. 

Father  gasped  slightly,  and  resumed  his  supper. 


Sec  also  Tact. 


COMPOSERS 


Recipe    for   the   musical   comedy  composer: 
Librettos  of  all  of  the  operas, 

Some  shears  and  a  bottle  of  paste, 
Curry  the  hits  of  last  season, 
Add  tumpty-tee  tra  la  to  taste. 

-Life. 

COMPROMISES 

Boss — "There's  $10  gone    from    my   cash    drawer,    Johnny; 
you  and  I  were  the  only  people  who  had  keys  to  that  draw- 

OFFICE  BOY— "Well,  s'pose  we  each  pay  $5  and  say  no  more 
about  it." 

CONFESSIONS 

v   Garston   made  a  complete  confession?   What   did 
t — five  y< 
"No,  fifty  dollars.     lie  00111-  -he  magazines." — 


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Little  Ethel  had  been  brought  up  with  a  firm  hand  and  was 
always  taught  to  report  misdeeds  promptly.  One  afternoon  she 
came  sobbing  penitently  to  her  mother. 

("Mother,   I — I   broke  a    brick   in   the  fireplace." 
"Well,  it  might  be   worse.     But  how  on  earth   did  you  do 
it,    Ethel?" 

"I   pounded  it  with  your  watch." 

CONGRESS 

Congress  is  a  national  inquisitorial  body  for  the  purpose  of 
acquiring  valuable  information  and  then  doing  nothing  about 
it.— Life. 

"Judging  from  the  stuff  printed  in  the  newspapers,"  says 
a  congressman,  "we  are  a  pretty  bad  lot.  Almost  in  the  class 
a  certain  miss  whom  I  know  unconsciously  puts  us  in.  It  was 
at  a  recent  examination  at  her  school  that  the  question  was 
put,  'Who  makes  the  laws  of  our  government?' 

"  'Congress/  was  the  united  reply. 

"'How  is  Congress  divided?'  was  the  next  query. 

"My  young  friend  raised  her  hand. 

"  'Well,'  said  the  teacher,  'what  do  you  say  the  answer  is?' 

"  'Instantly,  with  an  air  of  confidence  as  well  as  triumph, 
the  Miss  replied,  'Civilized,  half  civilized,  and  savage.' " 

CONGRESSMEN      • 

It  was  at  a  banquet  in  Washington  given  to  a  large  body 
of  congressmen,  mostly  from  the  rural  districts.  The  tables 
were  elegant,  and  it  was  a  scene  of  fairy  splendor,  so  to 
speak ;  but  on  one  table  there  were  no  decorations  but  palm 
leaves. 

"Here,"  said  a  congressman  to  the  head  waiter,  "why  don't 
you  put  them  things  on  our  table  too?"  pointing  to  the  plants. 

The  head  waiter  didn't  know  he  was  a  congressman. 

"We  cain't  do  it.  boss,"  he  whispered  confidentially;  "dey's 
mostly  congressmen  at  'dis  table,  an'  if  we  put  pa'ms  on  de  table 
dey  take  um  for  celery  an'  eat  urn  all  up  sho.  'Deed  dey  would, 
boss,  We  knows  'em." 


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X,  from  North  Carolina,  was  one  night 
awakened  by  his  wife,  who  whispered,  "John,  John,  get  up! 
There  are  robbers  in  the  house." 

"Robbers?"  he  said.  "There  may  be  robbers  in  the  Senate, 
Mary;  but  not  in  the  House!  It's  preposterous!" 

-  John  N.  Cole,  Jr. 

Champ  Clark  loves  to  tell  of  how  in  the  heat  of  a  debate 
Congressman  Johnson  of  Indiana  called  an  Illinois  represen- 
tative a  jackass.  The  expression  was  unparliamentary,  and  in 
retraction  Johnson  said: 

"While  I  withdraw  the  unfortunate  word,  Mr.  Speaker,  I 
must  insist  that  the  gentleman  from  Illinois  is  out  of  order." 

"How  am  I  out  of  order?"  yelled  the  man  from  Illinois. 

"Probably  a  veterinary  surgeon  could  tell  you,"  answered 
Johnson,  and  that  was  parliamentary  enough  to  stay  on  the 
record. 

A  Georgia  Congressman  had  put  up  at  an  American-plan 
hotel  in  New  York.  When,  upon  sitting  down  at  dinner  the 
first  evening  of  his  stay,  the  waiter  obsequiously  handed  him 
a  bill  of  fare,  the  Congressman  tossed  it  aside,  slipped  the 
waiter  a  dollar  bill,  and  said,  "Bring  me  a  good  dinner." 

The  dinner  proving  satisfactory,  the  Southern  member  pur- 
sued this  plan  during  his  entire  stay  in  New  York.  As  the 
last  tip  was  given,  he  mentioned  that  he  was  about  to  return 
to  Washington, 

Whereupon,  the  waiter,  with  an  expression  of  great  earnest- 
ness, H 

"Well,  sir,  when  you  or  any  of  your  friends  that  can't  read 
come  to  New  York,  just  ask  for  Dick  " 

CONSCIENCE 

The  moral  of  this  story  may  be  that  it  is  better  to  heed 
arnings  of  the  "still  small  voice"  before  it  is  <lri\i-n  t.. 
the  use  of  the  telephone. 

A  New  York  lawyer,  gazing  idly  out  of  his  window,  saw 
a  sight  in  an  office  across  the  street  that  made  him  rub  his 
eyes  and  look  again.  Yes,  there  was  no  doubt  about  it.  The 


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pretty  stenographer  was  sitting  upon  the  gentleman's  lap.  The 
lawyer  noticed  the  name  that  was  lettered  on  the  window  and 
then  searched  in  the  telephone  book.  Still  keeping  his  eye 
upon  the  scene  across  the  street,  he  called  the  gentleman  up. 
In  a  few  moments  he  saw  him  start  violently  and  take  down 
the  receiver. 

"Yes,"  said  the  lawyer  through  the  telephone,  "I  should 
think  you  would  start." 

The  victim  whisked  his  arm  from  its  former  position  and 
began  to  stammer  something. 

"Yes,"  continued  the  lawyer  severely,  "I  think  you'd  better 
take  that  arm  away.  And  while  you're  about  it,  as  long  as 
there  seems  to  be  plenty  of  chairs  in  the  room — " 

The  victim  brushed  the  lady  from  his  lap,  rather  roughly, 
it  is  to  be  feared.  "Who — who  the  devil  is  this,  anyhow?"  he 
managed  to  splutter. 

"I,"    answered    the    lawyer   in    deep,    impressive    tones,    "am 


your  conscience 


A  quiet  conscience  makes  one  so  serene! 
Christians  have  burnt  each  other,  quite  persuaded 
That  all  the  Apostles  would  have  done  as  they  did. 

— Byron. 

Oh,  Conscience !   Conscience !  man's  most  faithful  friend, 
Him  canst  thou  comfort,  ease,  relieve,  defend; 

But  if  he  will  thy  friendly  checks  forego, 
Thou  art,  oh !  woe  for  me  his  deadliest  foe ! 

— Crabbe. 

CONSEQUENCES 

A  teacher  asked  her  class  in  spelling  to  state  the  difference 
between  the  words  "results"  and  "consequences." 

A  bright  girl  replied,  "Results  are  what  you  expect,  and 
consequences  are  what  you  get." 

Consequences  are  unpitying.  Our  deeds  carry  their  terrible 
consequences,  quite  apart  from  any  fluctuations  that  went  be- 
fore— consequences  that  are  hardly  ever  confined  to  ourselves. 

— George  Eliot. 


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CONSIDERATION 

The  goose  had  been  carved  at  the  Christmas  dinner  and 
ody  had  tasted  it.  It  was  excellent.  The  negro  minis- 
ter, who  was  the  guest  of  honor,  could  not  restrain  his  en- 
thusiasm. 

"Dat's  as  fine  a  goose  as  I  evah  see,  Bruddah  Williams." 
he  said  to  his  host.  "Whar  did  you  git  such  a  fine  goose?" 

"Well,  now,  Pahson,"  replied  the  carver  of  the  goose,  ex- 
hibiting gn-at  dignity  and  reticence,  "when  you  preaches  a 
speshul  good  sermon  I  never  axes  you  \vhar  yon  got  it.  I 
hopes  you  will  show  me  de  same  o>nsiderashion." 


A  clergyman,  who  was  summoned  in  haste  by  a  woman  who 
bad  been  taken  suddenly  ill,  answered  the  call  though  some- 
what puzzled  by  it,  for  he  knew  that  she  was  not  of  his  par- 
ish, and  was.  moreover,  known  to  be  a  devoted  worker  in 
another  church.  While  he  was  waiting  to  be  shown  to  the 
sick-room  he  fell  to  talking  to  the  little  girl  of  the  house. 

"It  i<  very  gratifying  to  know  that  your  mother  thought  of 
me  in  her  illness,"  said  he,  "Is  your  minister  out  of  town?" 

"Oh,  no,"  answered  the  child,  in  a  matter-of-fact  tone, 
home;  only  we  thought  it  might  be  something  conta- 
gious, and  \ve  didn't  want  to  take  any  risks." 


' CONSTANCY 

A  soldier  belonging  to  a  brigade  in  command  of  a  General 

who   hdieved   in   a  celibate   army   asked   permission   to   marry,  as 
he  had  two  good-conduct   badges   and   money   in   the   savings- 

"Wcll,  go-away,"  said  the  General,  "and  if  you  come  back 
to  me  a  year  from  today  in  the  same  frame  of  mind  you  shall 
marry.  I'll  keep  the  vacan. 

On  the  anniversary  the  soldier  !   his  reqtK 

you  really,  after  a  year,   want  to  marry?"  inquired 
thr  (  Irneral   in   a   Kirprj 

Mich." 


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"Sergeant-Major,  take  his  name  down.  Yes,  you  may  mar- 
ry. I  never  believed  there  was  so  much  constancy  in  man  or 
woman.  Right  face;  quick  march!" 

As  the  man  left  the  room,  turning  his  head,  he  said,  "Thank 
you,  sir;  but  it  isn't  the  same  woman." 

CONTRIBUTION    BOX 

The  parson  looks  it  o'er  and  frets. 

It  puts  him  out  of  sorts 
To  see  how  many  times  he  gets 

A  penny  for  his  thoughts. 

— /.  /.  O'Connell. 

There  were  introductions  all  around.  The  big  man  stared  in 
a  puzzled  way  at  the  club  guest.  "You  look  like  a  man  I've 
seen  somewhere,  Mr.  Blinker,"  he  said.  "Your  face  seems 
familiar.  I  fancy  you  have  a  double.  And  a  funny  thing  about 
it  is  that  I  remember  I  formed  a  strong  prejudice  against 
the  man  who  looks  like  you — although,  I'm  quite  sure,  we 
never  met." 

The  little  guest  softly  laughed.  "I'm  the  man,"  he  an- 
swered, "and  I  know  why  you  formed  the  prejudice.  I  passed 
the  contribution  plate  for  two  years  in  the  church  you  attended." 

The  collections  had  fallen  off  badly  in  the  colored  church 
and  the  pastor  made  a  short  address  before  the  box  was  passed. 

"I  don'  want  any  man  to  gib  mo'  dan  his  share,  bredern,"  he 
said  gently,  "but  we  mus'  all  gib  ercordin'  to  what  we  rightly 
hab.  I  say  'rightly  hab,'  bredern,  because  we  don't  want  no 
tainted  money  in  dis  box.  'Squire  Jones  tol'  me  dat  he  done 
miss  some  chickens  dis  week.  Now  if  any  of  our  bredern  hab 
fallen  by  de  wayside  in  connection  wif  dose  chickens  let  him 
stay  his  hand  from  de  box. 

"Now,  Deacon  Smiff,  please  pass  de  box  while  I  watch  de 
signs  an'  see  if  dere's  any  one  in  dis  congregation  dat  needs 
me  ter  wrastle  in  prayer  fer  him." 

A  newly  appointed  Scotch  minister  on  his  first  Sunday  of 
office  had  reason  to  complain  of  the  poorness  of  the  collec- 
tion. "Mon,"  replied  one  of  the  elders,  "they  are  close — vera 


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close.  But,"  confidentially,  "the  auld  meenister  he  put  three 
<.r  f«nir  >a\pen>c>  into  the  plate  hissc-1'.  just  to  git  them  a  start. 
<>t"  course  he  took  the  saxpriixe-  a\\a'  with  him  afterward." 
The  new  minister  tried  the  sanu-  plan,  hut  the  next  Sunday 
he  again  had  to  report  a  dismal  failure.  The  total  collection 
was  not  only  small,  but  he  was  grieved  to  find  that  his  own 
sixpences  were  missing.  "Ye  may  be  a  better  preacher  than 
the  auld  meenister,"  exclaimed  the  elder,  "but  if  ye  had  half 
the  knowledge  o'  the  world,  an'  o'  yer  ain  flock  in  particular, 
ye'd  ha'  done  what  he  did  an'  glued  the  saxpenses  to  the  plate." 

POLICE  COMMISSIONER — "If  you  were  ordered  to  disperse  a 
mob,  what  would  you  do?" 

APPLICANT — "Pass  around  the  hat,  sir." 

POLICE  COMMISSIONER — "That'll  do;  you're  engaged." 

"I  advertized  that  the  poor  were  made  welcome  in  this 
church,"  said  the  vicar  to  his  congregation,  "and  as  the  offer- 
tory amounts  tn  ninety-five  cents.  I  see  that  they  have  come." 

See  also  Salvation. 


CONUNDRUMS 

"Mose,   what  is  the  difference  between  a  bucket  of  milk  in 
a  rain  storm  and  a  conversation  between  two  confidence  men?" 
"Say,   boss,  dat  nut  am   too  hard    to   crack  ;      I'se  gwine  to 
t    up." 

a    thinning    scheme    nnd    the    other   is 
<ining   tin 


CONVERSATION 

"My    dog    imdi  \\.ud    1 

"Urn." 

,011      doll!'' 

"No,  I  do  not  doubt  the  brute's  intelliuenr,-       I  h, 

"     he    bestows  •ur     conversation     would     indicate 

that    he    IIP  it    peri. 


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THE  TALL  AND  AGGRESSIVE  ONE — "Excuse  me,  but  I'm  in  a 
hurry!  You've  had  that  phone  twenty  minutes  and  not  said 
a  word!" 

THE  SHORT  AND  MEEK  ONE — "Sir,  I'm  talking  to  my  wife." 

— Puck. 

HUB   (during  a  quarrel) — "You  talk  like  an  idiot." 
WIFE — "I've  got  to  talk  so  you  can  understand  me.-" 

Irving  Bacheller,  it  appears,  was  on  a  tramping  tour  through 
New  England.  He  discovered  a  chin-bearded  patriarch  on  a 
roadside  rock. 

"Fine  corn,"  said  Mr.  Bacheller,  tentatively,  using  a  hill- 
side filled  with  straggling  stalks  as  a  means  of  breaking  the 
conversational  ice. 

"Best  in  Massachusetts,"  said  the  sitter. 

"How  do  you  plow  that  field?"  asked  Mr.  Bacheller.  "It 
is  so  very  steep." 

"Don't  plow  it,"  said  the  sitter.  "When  the  spring  thaws 
come,  the  rocks  rolling  down  hill  tear  it  up  so  that  we  can 
plant  corn." 

"And  how  do  you  plant  it?"  asked  Mr.  Bacheller.  The 
sitter  said  that  he  didn't  plant  it,  really.  He  stood  in  his 
back  door  and  shot  the  seed  in  with  a  shotgun. 

"Is   that   the   truth?"   asked    Bacheller. 

"H — 11  no,"  said  the  sitter,  disgusted.    "That's  conversation." 

Conversation  is  the  laboratory  and  workshop  of  the  stu- 
dent.— Emerson. 

A  single  conversation  across  the  table  with  a  wise  man  is 
better  than  ten  years'  study  of  books. — Longfellow. 

COOKERY 

"John,  John,"  whispered  an  alarmed  wife,  poking  her  sleep- 
ing husband  in  the  ribs.  "Wake  up,  John ;  there  are  burglars 
in  the  pantry  and  they're  eating  all  my  pies." 

"Well,  what  do  we  care,"  mumbled  John,  rolling  over,  "so 
long  as  they  don't  die  in  the  house?" 


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There  was  recently  presented  to  a  newly-married  young 
woman  in  Baltimore  such  a  unique  domestic  proposition  that 
she  felt  called  upon  to  seek  expert  advice  from  another  wom- 
an, whom  she  knew  to  possess  considerable  experience  in  the 
cooking  line. 

"Mrs.  Jones,"  said  the  first  mentioned  young  woman,  as  she 
breathlessly  entered  the  apartment  of  the  latter,  "I'm  sorry  to 
trouble  you,  but  I  must  have  your  advice." 

"What  is   the  trouble,   my  dear?" 

"Why,  I've  just  had  a  'phone  message  from  Harry,  saying 
that  he  is  going  out  this  afternoon  to  shoot  clay  pigeons.  Now, 
he's  bound  to  bring  a  lot  home,  and  I  haven't  the  remotest  idea 
how  to  cook  them.  Won't  you  please  tell  me?"— Taylor  Ed- 
wards. 

Heaven  sends  us  good  meat,  but  the  devil  sends  us  cooks. — 
David  Garrick. 


COOKS 
See  Servants. 

CORNETS 

Spurgeon   was  once  asked  if  the  man   who  learned  to  play 

-nnday  would  vi.i  tn  hraxrn. 

The  great  preacher's  reply  was  rliarai-U-ristir.  Said  he:  "I 
d"ift  sir  why  he  should  not.  but" — after  a  pause — "I  doubt 
wlu-tluT  the-  man  next  door  \\ill." 

CORNS 
from   little  toe-corns  grow. 

CORPULENCE 

'I  hr    \\ifr  of   a   prominent    Jndue    wax    making   arrangei 
with    t  d    laundress    of    the    village    to    take    charge    of 

their   \\ashini;    t'«r  tin-    -ummer.      N'ow,  the   ]  pompous 


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and  extremely  fat.  He  tipped  the  scales  at  some  three  hundred 
pounds. 

"Missus,"  said  the  woman,  "I'll  do  your  washing,  but  1'se 
gwine  ter  charge  you  double  for  your  husband's  shirts." 

"Why,  what  is  your  reason  for  that,  Nancy?"  questioned  the 
mistress. 

"Well,"  said  the  laundress,  "I  don't  mind  washing  fur  an 
ordinary  man,  but  I  draws  de  line  on  circus  tents,  I  sho'  do." 

An  old  Englishwoman  of  exceeding  stoutness  was  making 
efforts,  not  immediately  successful,  to  enter  the  rear  door  of 
an  omnibus.  The  boy  on  the  box  leaned  down  and  cried  geni- 
ally: "Try  sideways,  mother,  try  sideways!"  To  whicli  the 
old  woman  responded:  "Lord  bless  ye,  John,  I  ain't  got  no 
sideways !" 

An  employee  of  a  rolling  mill  was  on  his  vacation  when 
he  fell  in  love  with  a  handsome  German  girl.  Upon  his  re- 
turn to  the  works,  he  went  to  Mr.  Carnegie  and  announced 
that  as  he  wanted  to  get  married  he  would  like  a  little  further 
time  off.  Mr.  Carnegie  appeared  much,  interested.  "Tell  me 
about  her,"  he  said.  "Is  she  short  or  is  she  tall,  slender,  wil- 
lowy ?" 

"Well,  Mr.  Carnegie,"  was  the  answer,  "all  I  can  say  is  that 
if  I'd  had  the  rolling  of  her,  I  should  have  given  her  two  or 
three  more  passes." 

A  very  stout  old  lady,  bustling  through  the  park  on  a  swelter- 
ing hot  day,  became  aware  that  she  was  being  closely  followed 
by  a  rough-looking  tramp. 

"What  do  you  mean  by  following  me  in  this  manner?"  she 
indignantly  demanded.  The  tramp  slunk  back  a  little.  But 
when  the  stout  lady  resumed  her  walk  he  again  took  up  his 
position  directly  behind  her. 

"See  here,"  she  exclaimed,  wheeling  angrily,  "if  you  don't 
go  away  at  once  I  shall  call  a  policeman!" 

The  unfortunate  man   looked  up  at  her  appealingly. 

"For  Heaven's  sake,  kind  lady,  have  mercy  an'  don't  call 
a  policeman ;  ye're  the  only  shady  spot  in  the  whole  park." 


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A  jolly  old  steamboat  captain   with  more  girth  than  height 

asked    if   lie   had    ever   had    any    very    narrow    escapes. 
"Ye-/    he   replied,   his   eyes   twinkling;   "once    I    fell  off   my 
boat  at   the  mouth   of   Bear  Creek,  and,  although   I'm   an   ex- 
pert swimmer.   I  guess  I'd  l>e   there  now   if  it  hadn't  been   for 
my  crew.      You   see  the   water   was  just   deep   enough   so's    to 
be  over  my  head  when  I   tried  to   wade  out,  and  just  shallow 
enough" — he  gave  his  body  an  explanatory  pat — "so  that  when- 
I  tried  to  swim  out  I  dragged  bottom." 

A    very   large  lady  entered  a   street  car  and  a   young  man 
lie  door  rose  and  said:   "I   will  be  one  of  three  to  give 
the  lady  a  seat." 

To  onr   Fat   Friends:    May  their  shadows  never  grow   less. 

<//.v<>    Dancinu. 

COSMOPOLITANISM 

Secretary    of    State    Lazansky    refused    to    incorporate    the 
Hell  Cafe  of  New  York. 

"New  York's  cafes  are  singular  enough,"  said   Mr.  Lazan- 

A  idiom   the  addition   of   Mich  a  queerly   named   institution 

U    tlu-    Hell." 

I  Ic  smiled  and  added: 

anything  quite  so  qneerly  cosmopolitan  as  a  New 
York  cafe?  In  the  hst  <>iie  I  visited.  I  saw  a  rortuijuese,  a 
(irrman  and  an  Italian,  dressed  in  Kni;1ish  clothes  and 
at  a  table  of  Spanish  walnut,  lunching  on  Russian  caviar, 
French  rolls.  Scotch  salmon.  Welsh  rabbit,  Swiss  cheese.  1  hitch 
cake  and  Malaga  raisins.  They  drank  China  tea  and  Irish 
whisky." 

COST  OF  LIVING 

"Did    yon    punish   onr    son    for    throwing   a    lump   of  coal   at 
\\'il  .  fnl    mother. 

"I    did."    replied    the    lui*.y     father.      "I    don't    care    SO    much 
for   the   Smiggs   boy.   but    I   can't  Uody    in   this 

nd     like    that." 


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"Live  within  your  income,"  was  a  maxim  uttered  by  Mr. 
Carnegie  on  his  seventy-sixth  birthday.  This  is  easy;  the  dif- 
ficulty is  to  live  without  it. — Satire. 

"You  say  your  jewels  were  stolen  while  the  family  was  at 
dinner?" 

"No,  no !  This  is  an  important  robbery.  Our  dinner  was 
stolen  while  we  were  putting  on  our  jewels." 

A  grouchy  butcher,  who  had  watched  the  price  of  porter- 
house steak  climb  the  ladder  of  fame,  was  deep  in  the  throes 
of  an  unusually  bad  grouch  when  a  would-be  customer,  eight 
years  old,  approached  him  and  handed  him  a  penny. 

"Please,   mister,    I   want  a  cent's   worth   of   sausage." 

Turning  on  the  youngster  with  a  growl,  he  let  forth  this 
burst  of  good  salesmanship: 

"Go  smell  o'  the  hook !" 

During  a  pause  in  the  sermon  the  deacon  leaned  over  and 
whispered  to  the  minister: 

"Remember  you  were  going  to  say  something  about  the 
high  cost  of  living." 

"I  haven't  forgotten  it,"  replied  the  minister.  "I'll  speak 
on  that  as  soon  as  the  collection  has  been  taken  up." 

— /.  /.  O'Connell. 

TOM — "My  pa  is  very  religious.  He  always  bows  his  head 
and  says  something  before  meals." 

DICK — "Mine  always  says  something  when  he  sits  down  to 
eat,  but  he  don't  bow  his  head." 

TOM— "What  does  he  say?" 

DICK — "Go  easy  on  the  butter,  kids,  it's  forty  cenfs  a  pound." 

COUNTRY   LIFE 

BILTF.R  (at  servants'  agency) — "Have  you  got  a  cook  who 
will  go  to  the  country?"  . 

MANAGER  (calling  out  to  girls  in  next  room) — "Is  there  any 
one  here  who  would  like  to  spend  a  day  in  the  country?" — Life. 


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i   ha\e  a  line   road   leading  from   the  station." 
SUBUBS — "That's  the  path    worn  by  servant-girls." 

-.1  imutcrs;  Servants. 

COURAGE 

He  was  the  small  son  of  a  bishop,  and  his  mother  was 
teaching  him  the  meaning  of  courage. 

"Supposing,"  she  said,  "there  were  twelve  boys  in  one 
bedroom,  and  eleven  got  into  bed  at  once,  while  the  other 
knelt  down  to  say  his  prayers,  that  boy  would  show  true 
courage." 

"Oh !"  said  the  young  hopeful.  "I  know  something  that 
would  be  more  courageous  than  that!  Supposing  there  were 
twelve  bishops  in  one  bedroom,  and  one  got  into  bed  without 
saying  his  prayers!" 

Courage,  the  highest  gift,  that  scorns  to  bend 

To  mean  devices   for  a   sordid  end. 

Courage — an   independent   spark    from    Heaven's  bright   throne, 

By  which  the  soul   stands  raised,  triumphant,   high,   alone. 

Great    in    itself,    not   praises    of    the   crowd, 

Above  all  vice,  it   stoops  not  to  be  proud. 

Courage,   the   mighty  attribute   of   powers   above, 

By  which  those  great  in  war,  are  great  in  love. 

The  spring  of  all  brave  acts  is  seated  here, 

As   falsehoods  draw  their  sordid  birth   from  fear. 

— Farquhar. 

COURTESY 

The  mayor  of  a  French  town  had,  in  accordance  with  the 
regulations,  to  make  out  a  passport  for  a  rich  and  highly  rc- 
le  lady  of  his  acquaintance,  who,  in  spite  of  a  slight 
disfigurement,  was  very  vain  of  her  personal  appearance.  His 
native  politeness  prompted  him  to  gloss  over  the  defect,  and, 
after  a  moment's  reflection,  he  wrote  among  the  items  of  per- 
sonal dcscr  Kyes  dark,  beautiful,  tender,  e,  but 
one  of  them  missing." 


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Mrs.  Taft,  at  a  diplomatic  dinner,  had  for  a  neighbor  a 
distinguished  French  traveler  who  boasted  a  little  unduly  of  his 
nation's  politeness. 

"We  French,"  the  traveler  declared,  "are  the  politest  peo- 
ple in  the  world.  Every  one  acknowledges  it.  You  Americans 
are  a  remarkable  nation,  but  the  French  excel  you  in  polite- 
ness. You  admit  it  yourself,  don't  you?" 

Mrs.  Taft  smiled  delicately. 

"Yes,"   she   said.     "That   is   our  politeness." 


Justice  Moody  was  once  riding  on  the  platform  of  a  Bos- 
ton street  car  standing  next  to  the  gate  that  protected  pas- 
sengers from  cars  coming  on  the  other  track.  A  Boston  lady 
came  to  the  door  of  the  car  and,  as  it  stopped,  started  toward 
the  gate,  which  was  hidden  from  her  by  the  men  standing 
before  it. 

"Other  side,   lady,"  said  the  conductor. 

He  was  ignored  as  only  a  born-and-bred  Bostonian  can  ig- 
nore a  man.  The  lady  took  another  step  toward  the  gate. 

"You  must  get  off  the  other  side,"   said  the  conductor. 

"I  wish  to  get  off  on  this  side,"  came  the  answer,  in  tones 
that  congealed  that  official.  Before  he  could  explain  or  ex- 
postulate Mr.  Moody  came  to  his  assistance. 

"Stand  to  one  side,  gentlemen,"  he  remarked  quietly.  "The 
lady  wishes  to  climb  over  the  gate." 


COURTS 

One  day  when  old  Thaddeus  Stevens  was  practicing  in  the 
courts  he  didn't  like  the  ruling  of  the  presiding  Judge.  A 
second  time  when  the  Judge  ruled  against  "old  Thad,"  the 
old  man  got  up  with  scarlet  face  and  quivering  lips  and  com- 
menced tying  up  his  papers  as  if  to  quit  the  courtroom. 

"Do  I  understand,  Mr.  Stevens,"  asked  the  Judge,  eying 
"old  Thad"  indignantly,  "that  you  wish  to  show  your  contempt 
for  this  court?" 

"No,  sir ;  no,  sir,"  replied  "old  Thad."  "I  don't  want  to 
show  my  contempt,  sir;  I'm  trying  to  conceal  it." 


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"It's  all  ri.uht  t<>  lim-  nu-.  Judge,"  laughed  BarrowdaU-,  a  fur 
the  proceedings  were  over,  "but  just  the  same  you  were  ahead 
of  me  in  your  car,  and  if  I  was  guilty  you  were  too." 

"Ya'as,  I  know,"  said  the  judge  with  a  chuckle,  "I  found 
myself  guilty  and  hev  jest  paid  my  fine  into  the  treasury  same 
ez  you." 

"Bully  for  you!"  said  Barrowdale.  "By  the  way,  do  you  put 
these  fines  back  into  the  roads?" 

"No,"  said  the  judge.  "They  go  to  the  trial  jestice  in  loo 
o*  sal'ry." 

A  stranger  came  into  an  Augusta  bank  the  other  day  and 
presented  a  check  for  which  he  wanted  the  equivalent  in  cash. 

"Have  to  be  identified,"   said  the   clerk. 

The  stranger  took  a  bunch  of  letters  from  his  pocket  all 
addressed  to  the  same  name  as  that  on  the  check. 

The  clerk  shook  his  head. 

The  man  thought  a  minute  and  pulled  out  his  watch,  which 
bore  the  name  on  its  inside  cover. 

Clerk  hardly  glanced  at  it. 

The  man  dug  into  his  pockets  and  found  one  of  those 
"If-I-should-die-tonight-please-notify-my-wife"  cards,  and  called 
the  clerk's  attention  to  the  description,  which  fitted  to  a  T. 

But  the  clerk  was  still  obdurate. 

"Those  things  don't  prove  anything,"  he  said.  "We've  got 
to  have  the  word  of  a  man  that  we  know." 

.  man,  I've  given  you  an  identification  that  would  con- 
vict me  of  murder  in  any  court   in  the  land." 

"That's  probably  very  true."  responded  the  clerk,  patiently, 
"but  in   matters  connected  with  the  bank  we  have  to  be  more 
:'ul." 

also  Jury;  Witnesses. 


COURTSHIP 

you    think   a    woman  ...u    when    you    tell    her 

tin-    first   Rir!  ,-r   loved?" 

"Yes,   if   you're   the   first   liar   she   has   ever   met." 


raa  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

Augustus  Fitzgibbons  Moran 
Fell  in  love  with  Maria  McCann. 

With   a  yell   and  a   whoop 

He  cleared   the   front  stoop 
Just  ahead  of  her  papa's  brogan. 

SPOONLEIGH — "Does  your  sister  always  look  under  the  bed?" 
HER  LITTLE  BROTHER — "Yes,  and  when  you  come  to  see  her 
she  always   looks   under  the  sofa." — /.  /.   O'Connell. 

There  was  a  young  man   from   the  West, 
Who  loved  a  young  lady  with  zest; 

So  hard   did  he  press  her 

To  make  her  say,  "Yes,   sir," 
That  he  broke  -three  cigars  in  his  vest. 

"I  hope  your  father  does  not  object  to  my  staying  so  late," 
said  Mr.  Stayput  as  the  clock  struck  twelve. 

"Oh,  dear,  no,"  replied  Miss  Dabbs,  with  difficulty  suppres- 
sing a  yawn,  "He  says  you  save  him  the  expense  of  a  night- 
watchman." 

There  was   an   old  monk   of   Siberia, 

Whose  existence   grew   drearier   and   drearier; 

He  burst  from  his  cell 

With  a  hell  of  a  yell, 
And  eloped  with  the  Mother  Superior. 

It  was  scarcely  half-past  nine  when  the  rather  fierce-look- 
ing father  of  the  girl  entered  the  parlor  where  the  timid  lover 
was  courting  her.  The  father  had  his  watch  in  his  hand. 

"Young  man,"  he  said  brusquely,  "do  you  know  what  time 
it  is?" 

"Y-y-yes  sir,"  stuttered  the  frightened  lover,  as  he  scram- 
bled out  into  the  hall;  "I— I  was  just  going  to  leave!" 

After  the  beau  had  made  a  rapid  exit,  the  father  turned 
to  the  girl  and  said  in  astonishment: 

"What  was  the  matter  with  that  fellow?  My  watch  has 
run  down,  and  I  simply  wanted  to  know  the  time." 


T  O  A  S  I'  /•  A'  '6'     11  ANDBOU  K  123 

"What  were  you  and  Mr.  Smith  talking  about  in  the  parlor?" 
her  mother.  "Oh,  we  were  discussing  our  kith  and  kin," 
replied  the  young  lady. 

The  mother  looked  dubiously  at  her  daughter,  whereupon 
her  little  brother,  wishing  to  help  his  sister,  said: 

"Yeth  they  wath,  Mother.  I  heard  'em.  Mr.  Thmith  asked 
her  for  a  kith  and  she  thaid,  'You  kin.'  " 

During  a  discussion  of  the  fitness  of  things  in  general  some 
one  asked:  "If  a  young  man  takes  his  best  girl  to  the  grand 
opera,  spends  $8  on  a  supper  after  the  performance,  and  then 
takes  her  home  in  a  taxicab,  should  he  kiss  her  goodnight?" 

An  old  bachelor  who  was  present  growled:  "I  don't  think 
she  ought  to  expect  it.  Seems  to  me  he  has  done  enough  for 
her." 

A  young  woman  who  was  about  to  wed  decided  at  the 
last  moment  to  test  her  sweetheart.  So,  selecting  the  pret- 
tiest girl  she  knew,  she  said  to  her,  though  she  knew  it  was 
a  great  risk. 

"I'll  arrange  for  Jack  to  take  you  out  tonight — a  walk  on 
the  beach  in  the  moonlight,  a  lobster  supper  and  all  that  sort 
of  thing — and  I  want  you,  in  order  to  put  his  fidelity  to  the 
proof,  to  ask  him  for  a  kiss." 

The  other  girl  laughed,  blushed  and  assented.  The  dan- 
gerous plot  was  carried  out.  Then  the  next  day  the  girl  in 
love  visited  the  pretty  one  and  said  anxiously: 

"Well,  did  you  ask  him?" 

"No,  dear." 

"No?  Why  not?" 

"I    didn't  get   a   chance.     He   asked    me   first." 

Uncle  Nehemiah,  the  proprietor  of  a  ramshackle  little  hotel 
in  Mobile,  was  aghast  at  finding  a  newly  arrived  guest  with 
MTI  around  his  daughter's  waist. 

"M.mdy,  tell  that  niggah  to  take  his  arm  from  around  yo' 
wais',"  he  indignantly  commanded. 

"Tell  him  you'sclf,"  said  Amaiid..  a  puffect  stranger 

to  ir 


124  TOASTER'S     HANDBOOK 

"Jack  and  I  have  parted  forever." 
"Good  gracious!     What   does   that  mean?" 
"Means  that  I'll  get  a  five-pound  box  of  candy  in  about  an 
hour." 


Here's  to  solitaire  with  a  partner, 

The  only  game  in   which  one  pair   beats  three  of   a  kind. 

See  also  Love;   Proposals. 


COWARDS 

Mrs.  Hicks  was  telling  some  ladies  about  the  burglar  scare 
in  her  house  the  night  before. 

"Yes,"  she  said,  "I  heard  a  noise  and  got  up,  and  there, 
from  under  the  bed,  I  saw  a  man's  legs  sticking  out." 

"Mercy!"   exclaimed    a   woman.     "The   burglar's   legs?" 

"No,  my  dear ;  my  husband's  legs.    He  heard  the  noise  too." 


MRS.  PECK — "Henry,  what  would  you  do  if  burglars  broke 
into  our  house  some  night?" 

MR.  PECK  (valiantly) — "Humph!  I  should  keep  perfectly 
cool,  my  dear." 

And  when,  a  few  nights  later,  burglars  -did  break  in,  Hen- 
ry kept  his  promise :  he  hid  in  the  ice-box. 


Johnny  hasn't  been  to  school  long,  but  he  already  holds 
some  peculiar  views  regarding  the  administration  of  his  par- 
ticular room. 

The  other  day  he  came  home  with  a  singularly  morose 
look  on  his  usually  smiling  face. 

"Why,  Johnny,"  said  his  mother,  "what's  the  matter?" 

"I  ain't  going  to  that  old  school  no  more,"  he  fiercely  an- 
nounced. 

"Why,  Johnny,"  said  his  mother  reproachfully,  "you  mustn't 
talk  like  that.  What's  wrong  with  the  school?" 


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"I  ain't  goin*  there  no  more,"  Johnny  replied;  "an'  it's  be- 
cause all  th*  hoys  in  my  room  is  blamed  old  cowards!" 

"Why.   Johnny,   Johnny!" 

,  they  are.  There  was  a  boy  whisperin'  this  mornin',  an' 
teacher  saw  him  an'  bumped  his  head  on  th'  desk  ever  an' 
ever  so  many  times.  An'  those  big  cowards  sat  there  an* 
didn't  say  quit  nor  nothin'.  They  let  that  old  teacher  bang 
th'  head  off  th'  poor  little  boy,  an'  they  just  sat  there  an'  seen 
her  do  it!" 

"And  what  did  you  do,  Johnny?" 

"I  didn't  do  nothin' — I  was  the  boy!" — Cleveland  Plain 
Dealer. 

A  negro  came  running  down  the  lane  as  though  the  Old 
Boy  were  after  him. 

"What  are  you  running  for,  Mose?"  called  the  colonel  from 
the  barn. 

"I  ain't  a-runnin'  fo',"  shouted  back  Mose.       "I'se  a-runnin' 
from !" 

COWS 

Little  Willie,  being  a  city  buy.  had  never  >c«-n  a  c<>\\.  While 
on  a  visit  to  his  grandmother  he  walked  out  across  the  fields 
with  his  c..usin  John.  A  cow  was  grazing  there,  and  Willie's 
curi"-ity  was  greatly  excited. 

"<  >h.   Cousin  John,   what    is   that?"  he   asked. 

"Why,   that   is   only   a   cow,"   John   replied. 

"Ami    what   are  those   things   on   her   head?" 

"Horns,"  answered  John. 

Before  they  had  gone  far  the  cow  mooed  long  and  loud. 

Willie  was  a-toundt •«!.  Looking  back,  he  demanded,  in  a 
very  fever  of  interest: 

"Which  horn  did  she  blow?" 

Tin-re    ua<    an    old    man    who    said.    "How 
Shall  I  flee  from  this  horrible  cow? 

I    will  sit  mi  this  stile 

\nd  continue   t«>   smile. 
Which   may   soften   the  heart  of  that   cow." 


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CRITICISM 

FIRST  Music  CRITIC — "I   wasted  a   whole   evening  by  going 
to   that   new   pianist's   concert    last   night!" 
SECOND'  Music   CRITIC — "Why?" 
FIRST  Music  CRITIC — "His  playing  was  above  criticism !" 

As   soon 
Seek  roses  in   December — ice  in  June, 

Hope,  constancy  in  wind,  or  corn  in  chaff; 
Believe   a   woman  or  an    epitaph, 
Or  any  other  thing  that's   false,    before 
You  trust  in  critics. 

— Byron. 

Reviewers  are  usually  people  who  would  have  been  poets, 
historians,  biographers,  etc.,  if  they  could :  they  have  tried  their 
talents  at  one  or  the  other,  and  have  failed;  therefore  they 
turn  critics. — Coleridge. 

It  is  much  easier  to  be  critical  than  to  be  correct. — Disraeli. 
See  also  Dramatic  criticism. 

CRUELTY 

"Why  do  you  beat  your  little  son?  It  was  the  cat  that  up- 
set the  vase  of  flowers." 

"I  can't  beat  the  cat.     I  belong  to  the  S.  P.  C.  A." 

CUCUMBERS 

Consider  the  ways  of  the  little  green  cucumber,  which  never 
does  its  best  fighting  till  it's  down. — Stanford  Chaparral. 

CURFEW 

A  former  resident  of  Marshall,  Mo.,  was  asking  about  the 
old  town. 


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"I  understand  they  have  a  curfew  law  out  there  now,"  he 
said. 

•,"  his  informant  answered,  "they  did  have  one,  but  they 
abandoned  it." 

"What  was  the  matter?" 

"Well,  the  bell  rang  at  9  o'clock,  and  almost  everyone  com- 
plained that  it  woke  them  up." 

CURIOSITY 

The  Christmas  church  services  were  proceeding  very  suc- 
cessfully when  a  woman  in  the  gallery  got  so  interested  that 
she  leaned  out  too  far  and  fell  over  the  railing.  Her  dress 
caught  in  a  chandelier,  and  she  was  suspended  in  mid-air.  The 
minister  notice  her  undignified  position  and  thundered  at  the 
congregation : 

"Any  person  in  this  congregation  who  turns  around  will  be 
struck  stone-blind." 

A  man,  whose  curiosity  was  getting  the  better  of  him,  but 
who  dreaded  the  clergyman's  warning,  finally  turned  to  his 
companion  and  said : 

"I'm  going  to  risk  one  eye." 

A  one-armed  man  entered  a  restaurant  at  noon  and  seated 
himself  n«-xt  to  a  dapper  little  other-people's-business  man.  The 
latter  at  once  noticed  his  nrisjihor's  left  sleeve  hanging  loose 
and  kept  eying  it  in  a  how-did-it-happcn  sort  of  a  way.  Thi- 
onc-armcd  man  paid  no  attention  to  him  but  kept  on  eating  with 
his  one  hand.  Finally  the  inquisitive  one  could  stand  it  no 
longer.  He  dian.ued  his  position  a  little,  cleared  his  throat, 
^  pardon,  sir,  hut  I  see  you  have  lost  an  arm." 
one-armed  man  picked  tip  his  sleeve  with  his  right 
hand  and  peered  anxiously  into  it.  "1'less  my  SOtll !"  he  ex- 
claimed, lot  iking  up  with  great  surprise.  "I  do  believe  you're 
right" 

See  also  \\  i 

CYCLONES 

See  Windfalls. 


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DACHSHUNDS 

A  little  boy  was  entertaining  the  minister  the  other  day 
until  his  mother  could  complete  her  toilet.  The  minister,  to 
make  congenial  conversation,  inquired:  "Have  you  a  dog?" 

"Yes,  sir;  a  dachshund,"  responded  the  lad. 

"Where  is  he?"  questioned  the  dominie,  knowing  the  way 
to  a  boy's  heart. 

"Father  sends  him  away  for  the  winter.  He  says  it  takes 
him  so  long  to  go  in  and  out  of  the  door  he  cools  the  whole 
house  off." 

DAMAGES 

A  Chicago  lawyer  tells  of  a  visit  he  received  from  a  Mrs. 
Delehanty,  accompanied  by  Mr.  Delehanty,  the  day  after  Mrs. 
Delehanty  and  a  Mrs.  Cassidy  had  indulged  in  a  little  difference 
of  opinion. 

When  he  had  listened  to  the  recital  of  Mrs.  Delehanty's 
troubles,  the  lawyer  said : 

"You  want  to   get  damages,   I   suppose?" 

"Damages !  Damages !"  came  in  shrill  tones  from  Mrs.  Dele- 
hanty. "Haven't  I  got  damages  enough  already,  man?  What 
I'm  after  is  satisfaction." 

A  Chicago  man  who  was  a  passenger  on  a  train  that  met 
with  an  accident  not  far  from  that  city  tells,  of  a  curious  in- 
cident that  he  witnessed  in  the  car  wherein  he  was  sitting. 

Just  ahead  of  him  were  a  man  and  his  wife.  Suddenly 
the  train  was  derailed,  and  went  bumping  down  a  steep  hill. 
The  man  evinced  signs  of  the  greatest  terror;  and  when  the 
car  came  to  a  stop  he  carefully  examined  himself  to  learn 
whether  he  had  received  any  injury.  After  ascertaining  that 
he  was  unhurt,  he  thought  of  his  wife  and  damages. 

"Are  you   hurt,  dear?"  he  asked. 

"No,  thank  Heaven !"  was  the  grateful  response. 

"Look  here,  then,"  continued  hubby,  "I'll  tell  you  what  we'll 
do.  You  let  me  black  your  eye,  and  we'll  soak  the  company 
good  for  damages !  It  won't  hurt  you  much.  I'll  give  you  just 
one  good  punch." — Howard  Morse. 


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Up  in  Minnesota  Mr.  Olsen  had  a  cow  killed  by  a  railroad 
train.  In  due  season  the  claim  agent  for  the  railroad  called. 

"\Ve  understand,  of  course,  that  the  deceased  was  a  very 
docile  and  valuable  animal,"  said  the  claim  agent  in  his  most 
persuasive  claim-agenttemanly  manner  "and  we  sympathize  with 
you  and  your  family  in  your  loss.  But,  Mr.  Olsen,  you  must 
remember  this:  Your  cow  had  no  business  being  upon  our 
tracks.  Those  tracks  are  our  private  property  and  when  she 
invaded  them  she  became  a  trespasser.  Technically  speaking, 
you,  as  her  owner,  became  a  trespasser  also.  But  we  have 
no  desire  to  carry  the  issue  into  court  and  possibly  give  you 
trouble.  Xo\v  then,  what  would  you  regard  as  a  fair  settle- 
ment between  you  and  the  railroad  company:" 

"\ 'all.''  said  Mr.  Olsen  slowly,  "Ay  bane  poor  Swede  fanner, 
but  Ay  shall  give  you  two  dollars." 

DANCING 

He  was  a  remarkably  stout  gentleman,  excessively  fond  of 
dancing,  so  his  friends  asked  him  why  he  had  stopped,  and 
was  it  final? 

"Oh,  no,  I  hope  not,"  sighed  the  old  fellow.  "I  still  love  it, 
and  I've  merely  stopped  until  I  can  find  a  concave  lady  for  a 
partner." 

George  Bernard  Shaw  was  recently  entertained  at  a  house 
party.     While  the  other  guests   were  dancing,   one  of  the  on- 
callcd    Mr.    Shaw's  attention   to   the   awkward    dancing 
of  a  German   professor. 

ly    horrid    dancing,    isn't    it,    Mr.    Shaw?" 
G.    I1.     S.    uaN    n<>l    at    a    loss    f,,r    the    Irtic    Sh.txian    response. 

"Oh  that's  not  dancing"  be  answered      That*!  the  New  Eth- 
ical   Movement!" 

On  a  journey  through  the  South  not  long  ago,  Wu  Ting 
Fang  was  impressed  by  the  pi  ice  of  negro  labor  in  one 

the    entertainment    corn- 
led    him.    \\hrllirr    to    '  -burkm    ; 
•1  tin-  In                         ,d  to  be  borne  by  the  black  men. 


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Minister  Wu  made  no  comment  at  the  time,  but  in  the 
evening  when  he  was  a  spectator  at  a  hall  given  in  his  honor, 
after  watching  the  waltzing  and  two-stepping  for  half  an  hour, 
he  remarked  to  his  host: 

"Why  don't  you  make  the  negroes  do  that   for  you,  too?" 

If  they  had  danced  the  tango  and  the  trot 
In  days  of  old,  there  is  no  doubt  we'd  find 

The  poet  would  have  written — would  he  not?— 
"On  with  the  dance,  let  joy  be  unrefined !" 

7.  /.  O'Conncll. 


DEAD  BEATS 
See  Bills ;   Collecting  of  accounts. 

DEBTS 

A  train  traveling  through  the  West  was  held  up  by  masked 
bandits.  Two  friends,  who  were  on  their  way  to  California, 
were  among  the  passengers. 

"Here's  where  we  lose  all  our  money,"  one  said,  as  a  rob- 
ber entered  the  car. 

"You  don't  think  they'll  take  everything,  do  you?"  the  other 
asked  nervously. 

"Certainly,"  the  first  replied.  "These  fellows  never  miss  any- 
thing." 

"That  will  be  terrible,"  the  second  friend  said.  "Are  you 
quite  sure  they  won't  leave  us  any  money?"  he  persisted. 

"Of  course,"  was  the  reply.     "Why  do  you  ask?" 

The  other  was  silent  for  a  minute.  Then,  taking  a  fifty- 
dollar  note  from  his  pocket,  he  handed  it  to  his  friend. 

"What  is  this  for?"  the  first  asked,  taking  the  money. 

"That's  the  fifty  dollars  I  owe  you,"  the  other  answered. 
"Now  we're  square." — W .  Dayton  Wcgcfarth. 

WILLIS — "He  calls  himself  a  human  dynamo." 
GILLIS — "No  wonder;   everything  he   has   on   is  charged." 

— Judge. 


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Anticipated    rents,    and    bills    unpaid, 
Force  many  a  shining  youth   into  the  shade, 
Not  to  redeem  his  time,  but  his  estate, 
And   play   the    fool,   but   at    the   cheaper    rate. 

— Cowper. 

I  hold   every  man  a  debtor  to  his  profession. — Bacon. 

DEER 

"The  deer's  a  mighty  useful  beast 

From  Petersburg  to  Tennyson 
"For  while  he  lives  he  lopes  around 

And  when  he's  dead  he's  venison." 

— Ellis  Parker  Butler. 


DEGREES 

A  young  theologian   named   Fiddle 

Refused  to  acccept  his  degree ; 
"For,"  said  he,  "'tis  enough  to  be  Fiddle, 
Without  being  Fiddle  D.  D." 

DEMOCRACY 

"Why   arc  you   so   vexed,    Irnia?" 

am  so  exasperated!  I  attended  the  meeting  of  the  So- 
cial Finality  I.ragm-.  an<l  my  parlor-maid  presided,  and  she 
had  tin  audacity  to  call  me  to  order  three  times."- -.U.  /..  Hay- 

ward. 

See  also  Ancestry. 

DEMOCK  me  PARTY 

\\      "Which  ward  do  \r»u  \vMi  to  1>C  taken 
ml  or  a — 
MALONEY— "Iny   of   thim.    IW.    thot\   ^aiYlv    Dim 


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DENTISTRY 

Our  young  hopeful  came  running  into  the  house.  Mis  suit 
was  dusty,  and  there  was  a  bump  on  his  small  brow,  I.ut  a 
gleam  was  in  his  eye,  and  he  held  out  a  baby  tooth. 

"How  did  you  pull  it?"  demanded  his  mother. 

"Oh,"  he  said  bravely,  "it  was  easy  enough.  I  just  fell  down, 
and  the  whole  world  came  up  and  pushed  it  out." 

My   curse   upon   thy   venom'd    stang, 
That  shoots  my  tortured   gums  alang; 
And  through  my  lugs  gies  monie  a  twang, 

Wi'  gnawing  vengeance, 
Tearing  my  nerves  wi'  bitter  pang, 

Like   racking  engines! 

—Burnt. 

DENTISTS 

The  dentist  is  one  who  pulls  out  the  teeth  of  others  to  ob- 
tain employment  for  his  own. 


One  said  a  tooth  drawer  was  a  kind  of  unconscionable  trade, 
because  his  trade  was  nothing  else  but  to  take  away  those 
things  whereby  every  man  gets  his  living. — Hazlitt. 

DESCRIPTION 

A  popular  soprano  is  said  to  have  a  voice  of  fine  timbre,  a 
willowy  figure,  cherry  lips,  chestnut  hair,  and  hazel  eyes.  She 
must  have  been  raised  in  the  lumber  regions. — Ella  Hutchi- 
son Ellwanger. 

DESIGN,   DECORATIVE 

Harold  watched  his  mother  as  she  folded  up  an  intricate 
piece  of  lace  she  had  just  crocheted. 

"Where  did  you   get  the  pattern,   Mamma?"   he  questioned. 
"Out   of  my  head,"   she   answered   lightly. 


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"Does  your  head  feel  better  now,  Mamma?"  he  asked  anxi- 
ously.— C.  Hilton  Tnrrcy. 

DESTINATION 

A  Washington  car   conductor,   born   in   London   and   still   a 

cockney,  has  succeeded  in  extracting  thrills  from  the  alphabet — 

imparting    excitement    to   the   names    of    the    national    capital's 

.     On  a  recent  Sunday  morning  lie  was  calling  the  streets 

thus 

"Haiteh!" 

"liigh!" 

"Ja 
"K;t 
"Hell  !" 

At  this  point  three  prim  ladies  picked  up  their  prayer-books 
and  left  the  car. — Lippincott's  Magazine. 

Andrew  Lang  once  invited  a  friend  to  dinner  when  he  was 

in    Marlowe's  road,   Earl's   Court,  a  street  away  at  the 

end  of  that  long  Cromwell   road,   which   seems  to  go  on   for- 

The  guest  was  not  very  sure  how  to  get  there,  so  Lang 

explained: 

"Walk  right  along  Cromwell  road."  he  said,  "till  you  drop 
dead  and  my  house  is  just  opposite!" 

DETAILS 

Charles    Frohman    was    talking    to    a    Philadelphia   reporter 

about    the    importance    of    detail. 

"Those  who  work  for  me,"  he  said,  "follow  my  directions 
down  to  the  very  smallest  item.  To  go  wrong  in  detail,  you 
know,  is  often  to  go  altogether  wrong — like  the  dissipated  hus- 
band. 

"A   d  husband   ;ts   he  stood   befWe   his   house  in   the 

•.nnll    h'.ur^    sran-hin-    i"..r    hi-    latchkey,    muttered    to    himself: 

"Now  which  did  my  wife  say — hie — have  two  whishk 
get  home  by    12,  or— hie— have  twelve   \\hishkies  an'  get   h«mio 
by    a 


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DETECTIVES 

When  Conan  Doyle  arrived  for  the  first  time  in  Boston  he 
was  instantly  recognized  by  the  cabman  whose  vehicle  he  had 
engaged.  When  the  great  literary  man  offered  to  pay  his  fare 
the  cabman  said  quite  respectfully: 

"If  you  please,  sir,  I  should  much  prefer  a  ticket  to  your 
lecture.  If  you  should  have  none  with  you  a  visiting-card 
penciled  by  yourself  would  do." 

Conan  Doyle  laughed. 

"Tell  me,"  he  said,  "how  did  you  know  who  I  was,  and 
I  will  give  you  tickets  for  your  whole  family." 

"Thank  you  sir,"  was  the  reply.  "Why,  we  all  knew — that 
is,  all  the  members  of  the  Cabmen's  Literary  Guild  knew — that 
you  were  coming  by  this  train.  I  happen  to  be  the  only  mem- 
ber on  duty  at  the  station  this  morning.  If  you  will  excuse 
personal  remarks  your  coat  lapels  are  badly  twisted  downward 
where  they  have  been  grasped  by  the  pertinacious  New  York 
reporters.  Your  hair  has  the  Quakerish  cut  of  a  Philadelphia 
barber,  and  your  hat,  battered  at  the  brim  in  front,  shows  where 
you  have  tightly  grasped  it  in  the  struggle  to  stand  your  ground 
at  a  Chicago  literary  luncheon.  Your  right  overshoe  has  a 
large  block  of  Buffalo  mud  just  under  the  instep,  the  odor  of 
a  Utica  cigar  hangs  about  your  clothing,  and  the  overcoat  itself 
shows  the  slovenly  brushing  of  the  porters  of  the  through  sleep- 
ers from  Albany,  and  stenciled  upon  the  very  end  of  the  'Wel- 
lington' in  fairly  plain  lettering  is  your  name,  'Conan  Doyle.' " 


DETERMINATION 

After  the  death  of  Andrew  Jackson  the  following  conver- 
sation is  said  to  have  occurred  between  an  Anti-Jackson  broker 
and  a  Democratic  merchant : 

MERCHANT   (with  a  sigh} — "Well,  the  old  General  is  dead." 
BROKER    (with  a  shrug)— "Yes,  he's  gone  at  last." 
MERCHANT  (not  appreciating  the  shrug}—  "Well,  sir,  he  was 
a  good  man." 

BROKER  (with  shrug  more  pronounced} — "I  don't  know  about 
that." 

MERCHANT    (energetically} — "He   was   a   good   man,   sir.     If 


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any    man    has   gone   to   heaven,   General   Jackson    has   gone    to 

heaven." 

r.KuKKK  (dotujedly) — "I  don't  know  about  that." 

MUUHANT — "Well,   sir,   I  tell   you  that  if   Andrew  Jackson 

lia<l  made  up  his  mind  to  go  to  heaven,  you  may  depend  upon 

it  he's  there." 

DIAGNOSIS 

An  epileptic  dropped  in  a  fit  on  the  streets  of  Boston  not 
long  ago,  and  was  taken  to  a  hospital.  Upon  removing  his 
coat  there  was  found  pinned  to  his  waistcoat  a  slip  of  paper 
on  which  was  written : 

'This  is  to  inform  the  house-surgeon  that  this  is  just  a 
case  of  plain  fit:  not  appendicitis.  My  appendix  has  already 
been  removed  twice." 

DIET 

I  at,  drink,  and  be  merry,  for  to-morrow  ye  diet. — William 
Gilmorc  Bcymcr. 

There  was  a  young  lady  named  Perkins, 
Who  had  a  great  fondness  for  gherkins; 

She  went  to  a  tea 

And  ate  twenty-three, 
Which   pickled  her   internal    \vorkin'>. 

"Mother,"  asked  the  little  one,  on  the  occasion  of  a  num- 
ber of  guests  being  present  at  dinner,  "will  the  dessert  hurt 
me,  or  is  there  enough  to  go  round?" 

The  doctor  told  him  he  needed  carbohydrates,  protcids,  and 
above  all,  something  nitrogenous.  The  doctor  mentioned  a 
long  list  of  foods  for  him  to  eat.  He  staggered  out  and  wab- 
bled into  a  Penn  avenue  restaurant 

"How  about  beefsteak?"  he  a-ki-»l  the  waiter.     "Is  that  ni- 

The  waiter  didn't  know. 

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The  waiter  couldn't  say. 

"Well,  I'll  fix  it,"  declared  the  poor  man  in  despair.  "Bring 
me  a  large  plate  of  hash." 

A  Colonel,  who  used  to  assert 

That   naught    his    digestion    could    hurt, 

Was  forced   to  admit 

That  his  weak  point  was  hit 
When  they  gave  him  hot  shot   for  dessert. 

To  abstain  that  we  may  enjoy  is  the  epicurianism  of  reason. 

— Rousseau. 

They  are  as  sick  that  surfeit  with  too  much,  as  they  that 
starve  with  nothing. — Shakespeare. 

DILEMMAS 

A  story  that  has  done  service  in  political  campaigns  to  il- 
lustrate supposed  dilemmas  of  the  opposition  will  likely  be  re- 
vived in  every  political  "heated  term." 

Away  back,  when  herds  of  buffalo  grazed  along  the  foot- 
hills of  the  western  mountains,  two  hardy  prospectors  fell 
in  with  a  bull  bison  that  seemed  to  have  been  separated  from 
his  kind  and  run  amuck.  One  of  the  prospectors  took  to  the 
branches  of  a  tree  and  the  other  dived  into  a  cave.  The  buf- 
falo bellowed  at  the  entrance  to  the  cavern  and  then  turned 
toward  the  tree.  Out  came  the  man  from  the  cave,  and  the 
buffalo  took  after  him  again.  The  man  made  another  dive 
for  the  hole.  After  this  had  been  repeated  several  times,  the 
man  in  the  tree  called  to  his  comrade,  who  was  trembling  at 
the  mouth  of  the  cavern : 

"Stay  in  the  cave,  you  idiot!" 

"You  don't  know  nothing  about  this  hole,"  bawled  the 
other.  "There's  a  bear  in  it!" 

DINING 

A  twelve  course  dinner  might  be  described  as  a  gastronomic 
marathon. — John  E.  Rosser. 


TO. -1ST  I-  A".V    //./  bfDBOOK 

"I  hat  was  the  spirit  of  your  uncle  that  made  that  table 
stand,  turn  over,  and  do  such  queer  stunts." 

"I  am  not  surprised;  he  never  did  have  good  table  man- 
ners." 

"Cliakey,  Chakey,"  called  the  big  sister  as  she  stood  in  the 
doorway  and  looked  down  the  street  toward  the  group  of 
small  boys:  "Chakey,  come  in  alreaty  and  eat  youseself.  Maw 
she's  on  the  table  and  Paw  he's  half  et." 

There  was  a  young  lady  of  Cork, 
Whose   Pa  made  a  fortune  in  pork; 

He  bought  for  his  daughter 

A    tutor    who    taught   her 
To   balance   green    peas   on   her    fork. 

An  anecdote  about  Dr.  Randall  Davidson,  bishop  of  Win- 
chester, is  that  after  an  ecclesiastical  function,  as  the  clergy 

'oopinu  ill  to  luncheon,  an  unctuous  archdeacon  ol>s, 
"This  is  tlu-  time  t«.  put  a  bridle  on  our  appetites!" 

"Yes,"  replied  the  bishop,  "this  is  the  time  to  put  a  bit  in 
our  mouths  !" — Christian  Life. 

There  was  a  young  lady  named   Maud, 
A  very  deceptive   young   fraud ; 

She  never  was  able 

To  eat  at  the  table, 
But  out  in  the  pantry— O  Lord! 

•Taiher's  trip  abroad  did  him  so  much  good,"  said  the  self- 
made  man's  daughter.  "Ik-  looks  better,  feels  better,  and  as 
for  appetite — honestly,  it  would  just  do  your  heart  good  to 
hear  him 

Whistler,   the   aitM.    was   one   day   invited   to    dinner   at   a 

friend's    hoiiM-    and    arrived   at   his    destination    two   hours    late. 
1  How  extraordinary!"  he  exclaimed,  as  he  walked  into  the 
01   where   the  company   u.is   seated   at    tin-  table;  "real- 
ly.   I     -li'.'ild    think    you    iniuht    have    waited    a    bit — why,   you're 
just   like   a    lot   of  pins   with   your   eating!" 


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A  macaroon, 

A  cup  of  tea, 
An  afternoon, 

Is   all   that   she 
Will  eat; 

She's  in  society. 

But  let  me  take 

This  maiden  fair 
To  some  cafe, 

And,    then    and    there, 
She'll  eat  the  whole 

Blame  bill  of  fare. 

— The  Mystic  Times. 

The  small  daughter  of  the  house  was  busily  setting  the 
tables  for  expected  company  when  her  mother  called  to  her: 

"Put  down  three   forks  at  each  place,  dear." 

Having  made  some  observations  on  her  own  account  when 
the  expected  guests  had  dined  with  her  mother  before,  she 
inquired  thoughtfully : 

"Shall  I   give  Uncle  John  three  knives?" 

For  a  man  seldom  thinks  with  more  earnestness  of  any- 
thing than  he  does  of  his  dinner — Samuel  Johnson. 

DIPLOMACY 

WIFE — "Please  match  this  piece  of  silk  for  me  before  you 
come  home." 

HUSBAND — "At  the  counter  where  the  sweet  little  blond 
works?  The  one  with  the  soulful  eyes  and " 

WIFE — "No.  You're  too  tired  to  shop  for  me  when  your 
day's  work  is  done,  dear.  On  second  thought,  I  won't  bother 
you." 

Scripture  tells  us  that  a  soft  answer  turneth  away  wrath. 
A  witty  repartee  sometimes  helps  one  immensely  also. 

When  Richard  Olney  was  secretary  of  state  he  frequently 
gave  expression  to  the  opinion  that  appointees  to  the  consular 


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should  speak  the  languages  of  the  countries  to  which 
they  were  respectively  accredited.  It  is  said  that  when  a  certain 
breezy  and  enterprising  western  politician  who  was  desirous 
of  serving  the  Cleveland  administration  in  the  capacity  of  con- 
sul of  the  Chinese  ports  presented  his  papers  to  Mr.  Olney,  the 
secretary  remarked : 

"Are  you  aware,  Mr.  Blank,  that  I  never  recommend  to 
the  President  the  appointment  of  a  consul  unless  he  speaks 
the  language  of  the  country  to  which  he  desires  to  go?  Now, 
I  Mippose  you  do  not  speak  Chinese?" 

Whereupon  the  westerner  j-rinncd  broadly.  "If,  Mr.  Sec- 
retary," said  he,  "y°u  will  ask  me  a  question  in  Chinese,  I 
shall  be  happy  to  answer  it."  He  got  the  appointment. 


".Miss  de  Simpson,"  said  the  young  secretary  of  legation,  "I 
have  opened  negotiations  with  your  father  upon  the  subject  of — 
er — coming  to  see  you  oftener,  with  a  view  ultimately  to  form- 
ing an  alliance,  and  he  has  responded  favorably.  May  I  ask 
if  you  will  ratify  the  arrangement,  as  a  modus  vivcndi?" 

"Mr.  von  Harris,"  answered  the  daughter  of  the  eminent 
diplomat,  "don't  you  think  it  would  have  been  a  more  grace- 
ful recognition  of  my  administrative  entity  if  you  had  asked 
me  first?" 


I  call'd  the  devil  and   he  came. 

And  with  wcmdiT  his  form  did  1  closely  s> 
He  is  not  ugly,  and  is  not  lame, 

I'.ut  really  a  handsome  and  charming  man. 
A  man  in  the  prime  of  life  is  the  devil, 
Obliging,  a  man  of  the  world,  and  civil ; 
A  diplomatist  too,  well  skill'd  in  debate, 
lie   talks  quite  glibly  of  church  and  state. 

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DISCIPLINE 

Military  discipline;    Parents. 
11 


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DISCOUNTS 

A  train  in  Arizona  was  boarded  by  robbers,  who  went 
through  the  pockets  of  the  luckless  passengers.  One  of  them 
happened  to  be  a  traveling  salesman  from  New  York,  who,  when 
his  turn  came,  fished  out  $200,  but  rapidly  took  $4  from  the 
pile  and  placed  it  in  his  vest  pocket. 

"What  do  you  mean  by  that?"  asked  the  robber,  as  he 
toyed  with  his  revolver.  Hurriedly  came  the  answer:  "Mine 
frent,  you  surely  vould  not  refuse  me  two  per  zent.  discount 
on  a  strictly  cash  transaction  like  dis?" 

DISCRETION 
When  you  can,  use  discretion;  when  you  can't,  use  a  club. 

DISPOSITION 

One  eastern  railroad  has  a  regular  form  for  reporting  ac- 
cidents to  animals  on  its  right  of  way.  Recently  a  track  fore- 
man had  the  killing  of  a  cow  to  report.  In  answer  to  the 
question,  "Disposition  of  carcass?"  he  wrote:  "Kind  and  gentle." 

There  was  one  man  who  had  a  reputation  for  being  even 
tempered.  He  was  always  cross. 

DISTANCES 

A  regiment  of  regulars  was  making  a  long,  dusty  march 
across  the  rolling  prairie  land  of  Montana  last  summer.  It  was 
a  hot,  blistering*  day  and  the  men,  longing  for  water  and  rest, 
were  impatient  to  reach  the  next  town. 

A  rancher  rode  past. 

"Say,  friend,"  called  out  one  of  the  men,  "how  far  is  it  to 
the  next  town?" 

"Oh,  a  matter  of  two  miles  or  so,  I  reckon,"  called  back 
the  rancher.  Another  long  hour  dragged  by,  and  another  ranch- 
er was  encountered. 

"How  far  to  the  next  town?"  the  men  asked  him  eagerly. 

"Oh,  a  good  two  miles." 


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A  weary  half-hour  longer  of  marching,  and  then  a  third 
rancher. 

"Hey,  how   far's  the  next  town?" 

"X"t  far,"  was  the  encouraging  answer.  "Only  about  two 
miles." 

"Well,"  sighed  an  optimistic  sergeant,  "thank  God,  we're 
holdin'  our  own,  anyhow!'' 


DIVORCE 

"When  a  woman  marries  and  then  divorces  her  husband 
inside  of  a  week  what  would  you  call  it?" 

"Taking  his  name  in   vain." — Princeton   Tiger. 

DOGS 

LADY  (to  tramp  who  had  been  commissioned  to  find  her 
lost  poodle) — "The  poor  little  darling,  where  did  you  find  him?" 

TRAMP — "Oh,  a  man  'ad  'im,  miss,  tied  to  a  pole,  and  was 
cleaning  the  windows  wiv  'im  !" 


A  family  moved  from  the  city  to  a  suburban  locality  and 
were  told  that  they  should  get  a  watchdog  to  guard  the  prem- 
ises at  night.  So  they  bought  the  largest  dog  that  was  for 
sale  in  the  kennels  of  a  neighboring  dog  fancier,  who  was  a 
German.  Shortly  afterward  the  house  was  entered  by  burg- 
lars, who  made  a  good  haul,  while  the  big  dog  slept.  The 
man  went  to  the  dog  fancier  and  told  him  about  it. 

"Veil,  vat  you  need  now,"  said  the  dog  merchant,  "is  a 
leedle  dog  to  vake  up  the  big  dog." 


"Dogs  is  mighty  useful  beasts 

might  !    at    first 

They   might   seem    worser   right   along 
But  when  they're  dead 
They're   wurst." 

— Ellis  Parker  Butler. 


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"My  dog  took  first  prize  at  the  cat  show." 

"How  was  that?" 

"He  took  the  cat."— Judge. 

FAIR  VISITOR— "Why  are  you  giving  Fido's  teeth  such  a 
thorough  brushing?" 

FOND  MISTRESS — "Oh!  The  poor  darling's  just  bitten  some 
horrid  person,  and,  really,  you  know,  one  can't  be  too  care- 
ful."— Life. 

"Do  you  know  that  that  bulldog  of  yours  killed  my  wife's 

little  harmless,  affectionate  poodle?" 

"Well,  what  are  you  going  to  do  about  it?" 

"Would  you  be  offended  if  I  was  to  present  him  with  a  nice 

brass  collar?" 

Fleshy  Miss  Muffet 
Sat  down  on  Tuffet, 

A  very  good  dog  in  his  way; 
When  she  saw  what  she'd  done, 
She  started  to  run — 

And  Tuffet  was  buried  next  day. 

— L.   T.  H. 

William  J.  Stevens,  for  several  years  local  station  agent  at 
Swansea,  R.  I.,  was  peacefully  promenading  his  platform  one 
morning  when  a  rash  dog  ventured  to  snap  at  one  of  William's 
plump  legs.  Stevens  promptly  kicked  the  animal  halfway  across 
the  tracks,  and  was  immediately  confronted  by  the  owner,  who 
demanded  an  explanation  in  language  more  forcible  than 
courteous. 

"Why,"  said  Stevens  when  the  other  paused  for  breath, 
"your  dog's  mad." 

"Mad!  Mad!  You  double-dyed  blankety-blank  fool,  he  ain't 
mad !" 

"Oh,  ain't  he?"  cut  in  Stevens.  "Gosh!  I  should  be  if  any 
one  kicked  me  like  that!" 

One  would  have  it  that  a  collie  is  the  most  sagacious  of 
dogs,  while  the  other  stood  up  for  the  setter. 


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"I  once  .".nod  a  setter,"  declared  tin-  latter,  "which  was  very 
intelligent.  I  had  him  on  the  street  ,.ne  day.  and  he  acted  so 
qneerlv  about  a  certain  man  \ve  met  that  I  asked  the  man  his 
name,  and " 

"Oh,  that's  on  old  story!"  the  collie's  advocate  broke  in 
sneeringly.  "The  man's  name  was  Partridge,  of  course,  and 
because  of  that  the  dog  came  to  a  set.  Ho,  ho!  Come  again!" 

"You're  mistaken,"  rejoined  the  other  suavely.  "The  dog 
didn't  come  quite  to  a  set,  though  almost.  As  a  matter  of  fact,  the 
man's  name  was  Quayle,  and  the  dog  hesitated  on  account  of 
the  spelling!"— P.  R.  Benson. 

The  more  one  sees  of  men  the  more  one  likes  dogs. 
Sec  also  Dachshunds. 

DOMESTIC  FINANCE 

"Talk  about  Napoleon !     That   fellow  Wombat  is  something 
of  a  strategist  himself." 
to  how?" 

his  salary  raised  six   months  ago,  and  his  wife  hasn't 
found    it   «»iit    yet." — Washington    Herald. 

A    Lakewood    woman    was    recently    reading    to    her    little 

hoy  the  story  of  a  young  lad   whose   father  was  taken  ill  and 

fter  which  he   set  himself  diligently  to   work   to  support 

If  and  his   mother.     When  she  had   finished  her  story  she 

-aid  : 

"Dear  Billy,  if  your  papa  were  to  die,  would  you  work  to 
support  your  dear  mamma?" 

"Naw!"    said    Hilly    unexpectedly. 

"But  why  not?" 

"Ain't   \\e  got  a  good  house  to  live  in?" 

arie,    hut    we    can't    eat    the    house,   you    know." 
"Xiu't    there    a    lot    o'    stuff    in    the    pantry?" 

I,    l.ut    tint     won't    last     fore\ 

"It'll  last  till  yon  git  another  husband,  won't  it  You're 
a  pretty  good  loo|;rr.  : 

Mamma   ga\r    up    i  i'Jit    there. 


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"I  am  sending  you  a  thousand  kisses,"  he  wrote  to  his  fair 
young  wife  who  was  spending  her  first  month  away  from 
him.  Two  days  later  he  received  the  following  telegram : 
"Kisses  received.  Landlord  refuses  to  accept  any  of  them  on 
account."  Then  he  woke  up  and  forwarded  a  check. 

See  also  Trouble. 

DOMESTIC  RELATIONS 

There  was  a  young  man  of  Dunbar, 
Who  playfully  poisoned  his   Ma; 

When  he'd  finished  his  work, 

He  remarked  with  a  smirk, 
"This   will   cause  quite   a    family   jar." 

See  also  Families;  Marriage. 


DRAMA 

The  average  modern  play  calls  in  the  first  act  for  all  our 
faith,  in  the  second  for  all  our  hope,  and  in  the  last  for  all 
our  charity. — Eugene  Walter. 

The  young  man  in  the  third  row  of  seats  looked  bored. 
He  wasn't  having  a  good  time.  He  cared  nothing  for  the 
Shakespearean  drama. 

"What's  the  greatest  play  you  ever  saw?"  the  young  woman 
asked,  observing  his  abstraction. 

Instantly  he  brightened. 

"Tinker  touching  a  man  out  between  second  and  third  and 
getting  the  ball  over  to  Chance  in  time  to  nab  the  runner  to 
first!"  he  said. 

LARRY — "I    like    Professor    Whatishisname    in    Shakespeare. 
He  brings  things  home  to  you  that  you  never  saw  before." 
HARRY — "Huh!  I've  got  a  laundryman  as  good  as  that." 

I  think  I  love  and  reverence  all  arts  equally,  only  putting  my 
own  just  above  the  others  ...  To  me  it  seems  as  if  when 


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•  •neeived  the  world,  that  was  Poetry:  lie  formed  it,  and 
that  was  Sculpture;  He  colored  it,  and  that  was  Painting;  He 
peopled  it  with  living  beings,  and  that  was  the  grand,  divine, 
eternal  Drama. — Charlotte  Cusluinin. 


Two  women  were  leaving  the  theater  after  a  perfomance 
oi  -The  Doll's  House." 

"Oh,  don't  you  love  Ibsen?"  asked  one,  ecstatically.  "Doesn't 
he  just  take  all  the  hope  out  of  life?" 


DRAMATIC  CRITICISM 

Theodore  Dreiser,  the  novelist,  was  talking  about  criticism. 

"1  like  pointed  criticism,"  he  said,  "criticism  such  as  I 
heard  in  the  lobby  of  a  theater  the  other  night  at  the  end  of 
the  play." 

"The  critic  was  an  old  gentleman.  His  criticism,  which 
was  for  his  wife's  ears  alone,  consisted  of  these  words: 

"'Well,   you   would   come!'" 


Xat  Goodwin,  the  American  comedian,  when  at  the  Shaftes- 
bury  Theatre,  London,  told  of  an  experience  he  once  had  with 
a  juvenile  deadhead  in  a  town  in  America.  Standing  outside 
the  theater  a  little  time  before  the  performance  was  due  to 
ed  a  small  boy  with  an  anxious,  forlorn  look  on 
his  face  and  a  weedy-looking  pup  in  his  arms. 

Goodwin   inquired   what   was  the  matter,  and   was  told  that 

the  boy  wished  to  sell  the  dog  so  as  to  raise  the  price  of  a 

:i   the  gallery.     The  actor  suspected  at  once   a  dodge  to 

secure  a  pass  on   the  "sympathy  racket,"  but  allowing  himself 

to  be  taken  in  he  gave  the  boy  a  pass.      The  dog  was  deposited 

in    a    sai'r    placr    and    the    ho\     \\as    able    t<>    watch    Goodwin    as 

the  Gilded  Fool   from  a  good  seat   in  the  gallery.     Next  day 

.i\v  the  boy  again  near  the  t!ie.it<  r.  to  In-  asked: 

"Well,  sonny,  how  did  you  like  the  show?" 

"I'm  glad   I   didn't    sell   my  dog,"  was  the  reply. 


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DRAMATISTS 

"I  hear  Scribbler  finally  got  one  of  his  plays  on  the  boards." 
"Yes,  the  property  man  tore  up  his  manuscript  and  used  it 
in  the  snowstorm   scene." 

"So  you  think  the  author  of  this  play  will  live,  do  you?" 
remarked  the  tourist. 

"Yes,"  replied  the  manager  of  the  Frozen  Dog  Opera  House. 
"He's  got  a  five-mile  start  and  I  don't  think  the  boys  kin  ketch 
him."—  Life. 

We  all  know  the  troubles  of  a  dramatist  are  many  and  varied. 

Here's  an  advertisement  taken  from  a  morning  paper  that 
shows  to  what  a  pass  a  genius  may  come  in  a  great  city  : 

"Wanted  —  A  collaborator,  by  a  young  playwright.  The  play 
is  already  written  ;  collaborator  to  furnish  board  and  bed  until 
play  is  produced." 

DRESSMAKERS 

WIFE—  "Wretch  !  Show  me  that  letter." 
HUSBAND—  "What  letter?" 

WIFE  —  'That  one  in  your  hand.     It's  from  a  woman,  I  can 
see  by  the  writing,  and  you  turned  pale  when  you  saw  it." 
HUSBAND  —  "Yes.     Here   it   is.     It's   your   dressmaker's  bill." 

DRINKING 

He   who  goes  to  bed,  and  goes  to  bed   sober, 
Falls  as  the   leaves  do,  and  dies   in   October; 
But  he  who  goes  to  bed,  and  does  so  mellow, 
Lives  as  he  ought  to,  and  dies  a  good  fellow. 

—  Parody  on  Fletcher. 

I  drink  when  I  have  occasion,  and  sometimes  when  I  have 


I  have  very  poor  and  unhappy  brains  for  drinking.  I  could 
wish  courtesy  would  invent  some  other  custom  of  entertain- 
ment —  Shakespeare. 


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Tin-  I  michman  loves  his  native  wine; 

The  German   loves   his   beer; 
The  Englishman  loves  his  'alf  and  'alf, 

Because  it  brings  good  cheer; 
The  Irishman  loves  his  "whiskey  straight," 

Because  it  gives  him  dizziness; 
The  American  has  no  choice  at  all,  . 

So  he  drinks  the  whole  blamed  business. 


A  young  Englishman  came  to  Washington  and  devoted  his 
days  and  nights  to  an  earnest  endeavor  to  drink  all  the  Scotch 
whiskey  there  was.  lie  couldn't  do  it,  and  presently  went  to 
a  doctor,  complaining  of  a  disordered  stomach. 

"Quit   drinking!"   ordered   the    doctor. 

"I Jut.  my  dear  sir,  I  cawn't.     I  get  so  thirsty." 

"Well,"  said  the  doctor,  "whenever  you  are  thirsty  eat  an 
apple  instead  of  taking  a  drink." 

The  Englishman  paid  his  fee  and  left.  He  met  a  friend 
to  whom  he  told  his  experience. 

y   rot!"    he   protested.    "Fawncy   eating   forty   apples   a 
day !" 


If  you  are  invited  to  drink  at  any  man's  house  more  than 
you  tiling  is  wlmle^onu1.  y<m  may  say  "you  wish  you  could,  but 
so  little  makes  you  both  drunk  and  sick;  that  you  should  only 

In-   l»:ul    company    l»y    doing   sr>." — Lord   Chesterfield. 


There  is  many  a  cup  *twi\t   the  lip  and  the  slip.— Judge. 


One  swallow  doesn't   make  a   summer,   hut   it  breaks  a   New 
Year's  resolution. —  / 


D(x  nidyV  piilx,-  jn  l.ol )     "Wh.it  do  you  drink. 

SANHV     (with    brightening    fare)— "Oh.     I'm    nar    pan 
doctor!      Anything   y.m'vr   w>\    with 


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Here's  to  the  girls  of  the  American  shore, 
I  love  but  one,  1  love  no  more, 
Since  she's  not  here  to  drink  her  part, 
I'll  drink  her  share  with  all  my  heart. 

A  well-known  Scottish  architect  was  traveling  in  Palestine 
recently,  when  news  reached  him  of  an  addition  to  his  family 
circle.  The  happy  father  immediately  provided  himself  with 
some  water  from  the  Jordan  to  carry  home  for  the  christen- 
ing of  the  infant,  and  returned  to  Scotland. 

On  the  Sunday  appointed  for  the  ceremony  he  duly  presented 
himself  at  the  church,  and  sought  out  the  beadle  in  order 
to  hand  over  the  precious  water  to  his  care.  He  pulled  the 
flask  from  his  pocket,  but  the  beadle  held  up  a  warning  hand, 
and  came  nearer  to  whisper: 

"No  the  noo,  sir;  no  the  noo !  Maybe  after  the  kirk's  oot!" 

When  President  Eliot  of  Harvard  was  in  active  service 
as  head  of  the  university,  reports  came  to  him  that  one  of  his 
young  charges  was  in  the  habit  of  absorbing  more  liquor  than 
was  good  for  him,  and  President  Eliot  determined  to  do  his 
duty  and  look  into  the  matter. 

Meeting  the  young  man  under  suspicion  in  the  yard  short- 
ly after  breakfast  one  day  the  president  marched  up  to  him 
and  demanded,  "Young  man,  do  you  drink?" 

''Why,  why,  why,"  stammered  the  young  mjan,  "why,  Presi- 
dent Eliot,  not  so  early  in  the  morning,  thank  you." 

WIFE  (on  auto  tour) — "That  fellow  back  there  said  there  is 
a  road-house  a  few  miles  down  the  road.     Shall  we  stop  there?" 
HUSBAND — "Did  he  whisper  it  or  say  it  out  lo-ud?" 

A  priest  went  to  a  barber  shop  conducted  by  one  of  his 
Irish  parishioners  to  get  a  shave.  He  observed  the  barber 
was  suffering  from  a  recent  celebration,  but  decided  to  take 
a  chance.  In  a  few  moments  the  barber's  razor  had  nicked 
the  father's  cheek.  "There,  Pat,  you  have  cut  me,"  said  the 
priest  as  he  raised  his  hand  and  caressed  the  wound.  "Yis, 


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y'r  riv'rancc,"  answered  the  barber.  "That  shows  you,"  con- 
tinued the  priest,  in  a  tone  of  censure,  "what  the  use  of  liquor 
will  do."  "Vis.  y'r  riv'rance,"  replied  the  barber,  humbly,  "it 
makes  the  skin  tender." 

I.x-congressman  Asher  G.  Caruth,  of  Kentucky,  tells  this 
story  of  an  experience  he  once  had  on  a  visit  to  a  little  Ohio 
town. 

"I  went  up  there  on  legal  business,"  he  says,  "and,  knowing 
that  I  should  have  to  stay  all  night,  I  proceeded  directly  to 
the  only  hotel.  The  landlord  stood  behind  the  desk  and  re- 
garded me  with  a  kindly  air  as  I  registered.  It  seems  that 
he  was  a  little  hard  of  hearing,  a  fact  of  which  I  was  not 
aware.  As  I  jabbed  the  pen  back  into  the  dish  of  bird  shot,  I 
said: 

"'Can  you  direct  me  to  the  bank?' 

"He  looked  at  me  blankly  for  a  second,  then  swinging 
the  register  around,  he  glanced  down  swiftly,  caught  the  'Louis- 
ville' after  my  name,  and  an  expression  of  complete  under- 
standing lighting  up  his  countenance,  he  said : 

'"Certainly,  sir.  You  will  find  the  bar  right  through  that 
door  at  the  left.'" 

See  also  Drunkards;  Good  fellowship;  Temperance;  \\inc. 

DROUGI 

<-rnor  Glasscock  of  \\  e^t  Virginia,  while  traveling 
through  Ari/nna,  noticed  the  dry.  dusty  appearance  of  the 

•  ry. 

"Doesn't  it  ever  rain  around  here?"  he  asked  one  of  the 
natives. 

in?"  The  nati\e  spat.  "Rain?  Why  say  pardner, 
there's  bullfrogs  in  this  y<  re  town  over  five  years  old  that 
hain't  learned  to  swim  yet!" 

DRUNKARDS 

Sing  a  song  of  sick  ^ 

Pockets   full   of  rye, 
Four  and  twenty  highballs. 

We  wish  that   we  might  die. 


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Two  lu>o/c-tlends  were  ambling  homeward  at  an  early  hour, 
after  1  n-ing  out  nearly  all  night. 

"Don't  your  wife  miss  you  on  these  occasions?"  asked  one. 
"Not  often,"  replied  the  other;  "she  throws  pretty  straight." 

"Where's  old  Four-Fingered  Pete?"  asked  Alkali  Ike.  "I 
ain't  seen  him  around  here  since  I  got  back." 

"Pete?"  said  the  bartender.  "Oh,  he  went  up  to  Hyena 
Tongue  and  got  jagged.  Went  up  to  a  hotel  winder,  stuck 
his  head  in  and  hollered  'Fire!'  and  everybody  did." 

The  Irish  talent  for  repartee  has  an  amusing  illustration  in 
Lord  Rossmore's  recent  book  "Things  I  Can  Tell."  While 
acting  as  magistrate  at  an  Irish  village,  Lord  Rossmore  said 
to  an  old  offender  brought  before  him:  "You  here  again?"  "Yes, 
your  honor."  "What's  brought  you  here?"  "Two  policemen, 
your  honor."  "Come,  come,  I  know  that— drunk  again,  I  sup- 
pose?" "Yes,  your  honor,  both  of  them." 

The  colonel  came  down  to  breakfast  New  Year's  morning 
with  a  bandaged  hand. 

"Why,  colonel,  what's  the  matter?"  they  asked. 

"Confound  it  all!"  the  colonel  answered,  "we  had  a  little 
party  last  night,  and  one  of  the  younger  men  got  intoxicated 
and  stepped  on  my  hand." 

MAGISTRATE — "And  what  was  the  prisoner  doing?" 
CONSTABLE — "  'E  were  'avin'  a  very  'eated  argument  with  a  cab 

driver,  yer  worship." 

MAGISTRATE — "But  that  doesn't  prove  he  was  drunk." 
CONSTABLE — "Ah,  but  there  worn't  no  cab  driver  there,  yer 

worship." 

A  Scotch  minister  and  his  servant,  who  were  coming  home 
from  a  wedding,  began  to  consider  the  state  into  which  their 
potations  at  the  wedding  feast  had  left  them. 

"Sandy,"  said  the  minister,  "just  stop  a  minute  here  till  I  go 
ahead.  Maybe  I  don't  walk  very  steady  and  the  good  wife 
might  remark  something  not  just  right." 


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He  walked  ahead  uf  the  servant  fur  a  short  distance  and 
then  asked  : 

"How  is  it?     Am    I    walking   straight?" 

"Oh,  ay,"  answered  Sandy  thickly,  "ye're  a'  recht — but  who's 
that  who's  with  ye?" 

A  man  in  a  \er_v  deep  >tate  of  intoxication  was  shouting 
and  kicking  most  vigorously  at  a  lamp  post,  when  the  noise 
attracted  a  near-by  policeman. 

"What's  the  matter?"  be  asked   the  energetic  one. 

"Oh,  never  mind,  milliter.  'I  hash  all  right,"  was  the  re- 
1  know  she'sh  home  all  right— I  shee  a  light  upshtairs." 

A  pompous  little  man  with  gold-rimmed  spectacles  and  a 
thoughtful  brow  boarded  a  .New  York  elevated  train  and  took 
the  only  unoccupied  seat.  The  man  next  him  had  evidently 
been  drinking.  For  a  while  the  little  man  contented  himself 
with  merely  sniffing  contemptuously  at  his  neighbor,  but  final- 
ly he  summoned  the  guard. 

"Conductor,"  he  demanded  indignantly,  "do  you  permit 
drunken  people  to  ride  upon  this  train?" 

"No,  sir,"  replied  the  guard  in  a  confidential  whisper.  "But 
don't  say  a  word  and  stay  where  you  are,  sir.  If  ye  hadn't  told 
i  never  have  noticed  \e." 

A  nois\  bunch  tacked  out  of  their  club  late  one  ni.uht.  and 
up  the  They  stopped  in  front  of  an  imposing  residence. 

After  considerable  discussion  one  of  them  advanced  and  pounded 
on  the  door.     A   woman  stuck  her  head  out  of  a  second-story 

window  and  demanded,  none  too  sueetK  :  "What  do  you  want:" 
"Mi    thish    the    residence    uf    Mr.    Smith?"    inquired   the    man 

on  the  steps   with  an  elaborate  bow. 
"It    is.      \\  bat  do  you   \\aui  :" 
"Mi    it    po^sihlr    |    have    the    honor    •  n1    to    Mi^htis 

Smil 

What   do  fW   u 

•iith!     (iood    Missbus    Smith!     Will    \ 

hie-— come    down    an'    pick    out     Mr.    Smith?      The    resh   of   us 
want  to  go  hon 


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That  clever  and  brilliant  genius,  McDougall,  who  represent- 
ed California  in  the  United  States  Senate,  was  like  many  others 
of  his  class  somewhat  addicted  to  fiery  stimulants,  and  un- 
able to  battle  long  with  them  without  showing  the  effect  of 
the  struggle.  Even  in  his  most  exhausted  condition  he  was, 
however,  brilliant  at  repartee;  but  one  night,  at  a  supper  of 
journalists  given  to  the  late  George  D.  Prentice,  a  genius  of 
the  same  mold  and  the  same  unfortunate  habit,  he  found 
a  foeman  worthy  of  his  steel  in  General  John  Cochrane.  Mc- 
Dougall had  taken  offense  at  some  anti-slavery  sentiments  which 
had  been  uttered — it  was  in  war  times — and  late  in  the  evening 
got  on  his  legs  for  the  tenth  time  to  make  a  reply.  The  spirit 
did  not  move  him  to  utterance,  however;  on  the  contrary,  it 
quite  deprived  him  of  the  power  of  speech ;  and  after  an  in- 
effectual attempt  at  speech  he  suddenly  concluded : 

"Those  are  my  sentiments,  sir,  and  my  name's  McDougali." 
"I    beg    the    gentleman's    pardon,"    said    General    Cochrane, 
springing  to  his  feet;  "but  what  was  that  last  remark?" 
McDougall  pronounced  it  again;  "my  name's  McDougall." 
"There   must   be    some    error,"    said    Cochrane,    gravely.      "1 
have  known  Mr.  McDougall  many  years,  and  there  never  was 
a  time  when  as  late  as  twelve  o'clock  at  night  he  knew  what 
his  name  was." 

On  a  pleasant  Sunday  afternoon  an  old  German  and  his 
youngest  son  were  seated  in  the  village  inn.  The  father  had 
partaken  liberally  of  the  home-brewed  beer,  and  was  warning 
his  son  against  the  evils  of  intemperance.  "Never  drink  too 
much,  my  son.  A  gentleman  stops  when  he  has  enough.  To 
be  drunk  is  a  disgrace." 

"Yes,  Father,  but  how  can  I  tell  when  I  have  enough  or  am 
drunk?" 

The  old  man  pointed  with  his  finger.  "Do  you  see  those 
two  men  sitting  in  the  corner?  If  you  see  four  men  there,  you 
would  be  drunk." 

The  boy  looked  long  and  earnestly.  "Yes,  Father,  but — but — 
there  is  only  one  man  in  that  corner." — W.  Karl  Hilbrich. 

William  R.  Hearst,  who  never  touches  liquor,  had  several 
men  in  important  positions  on  his  newspapers  who  were  not 


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strangers  to  intoxicants.  Mr.  Hearst  has  a  habit  of  appearing 
at  his  office  at  unexpected  times  and  summoning  his  chiefs  of 
departments  fur  instructions.  One  afternoon  he  sent  for  Mr. 
Blank. 

"He  hasn't  come   down   yet,    sir,"    reported   the  office  boy. 

"Please  tell   Mr.   Dash   I   want  to  see  him." 

"He  hasn't  come  down  yet  cither." 

"Well,  find  Mr.  Star  or  Mr.  Sun  or  Mr.  Moon — anybody; 
I  want  to  see  one  of  them  at  once." 

"Ain't  none  of  'em  here  yet.  sir.  You  see  there  was  a  cele- 
bration last  night  and ' 

Mr.  Hearst  sank  back  in  his  chair  and  remarked  in  his 
quiet  way: 

lor  a  man  who  don't  drink  I  think  I  suffer  more  from  the 
effects  of  it  than  anybody  in  the  world." 

"What   is   a   drunken    man    like,   Fool?" 

"Like  a  drowned  man,  a  fool  and  a  madman :  one  draught 
above  heat  makes  him  a  fool ;  the  second  mads  him ;  and  a 
third  drowns  him." — Shakcsf, 

DYSPEPSIA. 

"Ah,"  she  sighed  "for  many  years  I've  suffered  from  dys- 
pepsia," 

"And  don't  you  take  anything  for  it?"  her  friend  asked. 
"You  look  healthy  enough." 

."  she  replied,  "I   haven't  indigestion:  my  husband  has." 

ECHOES 

An  American  and  a  Scotsman  \\i-re  walking  one  day  near 
foot  of  one  of  tin-  Scotch  mountains.  Tin-  Scotsman,  wish- 
ing to  impress  the  visitor,  produced  a  famous  echo  to  be  heard 
in  that  place.  When  the  echo  returned  clearly  after  nearly 
four  minutes,  the  proud  Scotsman,  turning  to  the  Yankee  ex- 
claimed : 

re,  mon,  ye  canna  show  anything  like  that  in  your  coun- 

"Oh.  I  d«.n't  blOW,"  -aid  tin-  Amn  i,-.m.  "I  guess  we  can 
belt  \Yhy  in  my  camp  in  the  Rockies,  when  I  go  to 


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bed  I  just  lean  out  of  my  window  and  call  out,  ''Time  to  get 
up:  \\ake  up!'  and  eight  hours  afterward  the  echo  comes  back 
and  wakes  me." 

ECONOMY 

An  economist  is  usually  a  man  who  can  save  money  by  cut- 
ting down  some  other  person's  expenses. 

Economy  is  going  without  something  you  do  want  in  case 
you  should,  some  day,  want  something  which  you  probably 
won't  want. — Anthony  Hope. 

Ther's  lots  o'  difference  between  thrift  an'  try  in'  t'  revive  a 
last  year's  straw  hat. — Abe  Martin. 

Economy  is  a  great  revenue. — Cicero. 
See  also   Domestic  finance;   Saving;   Thrift. 

EDITORS 

Recipe  for  an  editor : 

Take  a  personal  hatred  of  authors, 

Mix  this  with  a  fiendish  delight 
In   refusing  all    efforts   of    genius 
And  maiming  all  poets  on  sight. 

-Life. 

The  city  editor  of  a  great  New  York  daily  was  known  in 
the  newspaper  world  as  a  martinet  and  severe  disciplinarian. 
Some  of  his  caustic  and  biting  criticisms  are  classics.  Once, 
however,  the  tables  were  turned  upon  him  in  a  way  that  left 
him  speechless  for  days. 

A  reporter  on  the  paper  wrote  an  article  that  the  city  edi- 
tor did  not  approve  of.  The  morning  of  publication  this  re- 
porter drifted  into  the  office  and  encountered  his  chief,  who 
was  in  a  white  heat  of  anger.  Carefully  suppressing  the  ex- 
plosion, however,  the  boss  started  in  with  ominous  and  icy 
words : 

"Mr.  Blank,  I  am  not  going  to  criticize  you  for  what  you 
have  written.  On  the  other  hand,  I  am  profoundly  sorry  for 


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you.  I  have  watched  yonr  work  recently,  and  it  is  my  opin- 
ion, reached  after  calm  and  dispassionate  observation,  that  you 
are  mentally  unbalanced.  You  are  insane.  Your  mind  is  a 
wreck.  Your  friends  should  take  you  in  hand.  The  very 
kindest  suggestion  I  can  make  is  that  you  visit  an  alienist  and 
place  yourself  under  treatment.  So  far  you  have  shown  no 
sign  of  violence,  but  what  the  future  holds  for  you  no  one 
can  tell.  I  say  this  in  all  kindness  and  frankness.  You  are 
discharged." 

The  reporter  walked  out  of  the  office  and  wandered  up  to 
Bellevue  Hospital.  He  visited  the  insane  pavilion,  and  told 
the  resident  surgeon  that  there  was  a  suspicion  that  he  was 
not  all  right  mentally  and  asked  to  be  examined.  The  doc- 
tor put  him  through  the  regular  routine  and  then  said, 
lit  as  a  top." 

"Sure?"  asked  the  reporter.  "Will  you  give  me  a  certificate 
to  that  effect?"  The  doctor  said  he  would  and  did.  Clutch- 
ing the  certificate  tightly  in  his  hand  the  reporter  entered  the 
office  an  hour  later,  walked  up  to  the  city  editor,  handed  it 
to  him  silently,  and  then  blurted  out, 

"Now  you  go  get  one." 


EDUCATION 

Along  in  the  sixties  Pat  Casey  pushed  a  wheelbarrow  across 
the  plains  from  St.  Joseph,  Mo.,  to  Georgetown,  Colo.,  and 
shortly  after  that  he  "struck  it  rich" ;  in  fact,  he  was  credited 
with  having  more  wealth  than  any  one  else  in  Colorado.  A 
man  of  great  shrewdness  and  ability,  he  was  exceedingly  sensi- 
tive over  his  inability  to  read  or  write.  One  day  an  old-timer 
iin-t  him  with: 

"How  ar<  Mini:  nlimir.   Pat?" 

"Go  'way  from  me  DOW,"  .>t  vjmially,  "me  head's 

hiistin'  \\i«l  lupines-.  It  take!  two  li<l-pinril.s  a  day  to  do  me 
uurrtik." 

minv:     imi.lriiu  iits    M-nt    -.lit    In     the    mami- 
mt    mountain    village 

it    was  evidently   welcomed    \\ith    interest.    The    fnm    ra- 
il 


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ceived  a  carefully  written,  if  somewhat  clumsily  expressed  letter 
from  a  southern  "cracker"  asking  further  particulars  about  one 
of  the  listed  articles. 

To  this,  in  the  usual  course  of  business,  was  sent  a  type- 
written answer.  Almost  by  return  mail  came  a  reply: 

"You  fellows  need  not  think  you  are  so  all-fired  smart,  and 
you  need  not  print  your  letters  to  me.  I  can  read  writing." 

EFFICIENCY 

An  American  motorist  went  to  Germany  in  his  car  to  the 
army  maneuvers.  He  was  especially  impressed  with  the  Ger- 
man motor  ambulances.  As  the  tourist  watched  the  maneuvers 
from  a  seat  under  a  tree,  the  axle  of  one  of  the  motor  am- 
bulances broke.  Instantly  the  man  leaped  out,  ran  into  the 
village,  returned  in  a  jiffy  with  a  new  axle,  fixed  it  in  place 
with  wonderful  skill,  and  teuffed-teuffed  off  again  almost  as 
good  as  new. 

"There's  efficiency  for  you,"  said  the  American  admirably. 
"There's  German  efficiency  for  you.  No  matter  what  breaks, 
there's  always  a  stock  at  hand  from  which  to  supply  the  needed 
part." 

And  praising  the  remarkable  instance  of  German  efficiency 
he  had  just  witnessed,  the  tourist  returned  to  the  village  and 
ordered  up  his  car.  But  he  couldn't  use  it.  The  axle  was 
missing. 

A  curious  little  man  sat  next  an  elderly,  prosperous  look- 
ing man  in  a  smoking  car. 

"How   many  people   work   in  your   office?"   he  asked. 

"Oh,"  responded  the  elderly  man,  getting  up  and  throw- 
ing away  his  cigar,  "I  should  say,  at  a  rough  guess,  about  two- 
thirds  of  them." 

EGOTISM 

In  the  Chicago  schools  a  boy  refused  to  sew,  thinking  it 
below  the  dignity  of  a  man  of  ten  years. 

"Why,"  said  the  teacher,  "George  Washington  did  his  own 
sewing  in  the  wars,  and  do  you  think  you  are  better  than 
George  Washington?" 


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"I  don't  know."  replied  the  boy  seriously.  "Only  time  can 
tell  that." 

John    I).   Rockefeller   tells   this   story   on   himself: 

ting  one  bright  winter  day  I  had  for  caddie  a  boy  who 
didn't  know   me. 

"An  unfortunate  stroke  landed  me  in  a  clump  of  high 
grass. 

"'My,    my,'    I    said,    'what  am    I    to  do   now?' 

e  that  there  tree?'  said  the  boy,  pointing  to  a  tall  tree 
u  mile  away.     'Well,  drive  straight  for  that.' 

"I  lofted  vigorously,  and,  fortunately,  my  ball  soared  up 
into  the  air ;  it  landed,  and  it  rolled  right  on  to  the  putting 
green. 

"•How's  that,  my  boy?'  I  cried. 

'  I  he  caddie  stared  at  me  with  envious  eyes. 

"'Gee,  boss,'  he  said,  'if  I  had  your  strength  and  you  had 
my  brains  what  a  pair  we'd  make !' " 

The  late  Marshall  Field  had  a  very  small  office-boy  who 
came  to  the  great  merchant  one  day  with  a  request  for  an 
increase  in  wages. 

"Huh!"    said    Mr.    Field,    looking   at    him    as    if    through    a 
lying-glass.      'Want  a  raise,  do  you?     How  much  are  you 
ng?" 

"'I  hrer  dollars  a  week,"  chirped  the  little  chap. 
"Mirer    dollars    a    week!"    exclaimed    his    employer.      "Why, 
when   I  was  your  age  I  only  got  two  dollars." 

"Oh,   well,    that's   different."    piped    the   youngster.     "I    guess 
ueren't    worth    any    m- • 

Here's  to  the   man   who   is  ul   best, 

Here's   t<»  the   man   who  with  judgment   is  1>1' 
Here's  to  the  man  wlm">  as  smart  as  ran  be — 
I    mean    the    man    who   agrees    with    me 

ELECTIONS 

In  St.  Louis  I  ,11  of  breweries  and 

tion    a   lo.  u    question 


158  TOASTER'S     HANDBOOK 

up.  After  the  election  some  Germans  were  counting  the  votes. 
One  German  was  calling  off  and  another  taking  down  the 
option  votes.  The  first  German,  running  rapidly  through  the 
ballots,  said:  "Vet,  vet,  vet,  vet,  .  .  ."  Suddenly  he  stopped. 
"Mein  Gott!"  he  cried:  "Dry!" 

Then  he  went  on — "Vet,  vet,  vet,  vet,  .  .  ." 

Presently  he  stopped  again  and  mopped  his  brow.  "Himwel!" 
he  said.  "Der  son  of  a  gun  repeated !" 

One  year,  when  the  youngsters  of  a  certain  Illinois  vil- 
lage met  for  the  purpose  of  electing  a  captain  of  their  base- 
ball team  for  the  coming  season,  it  appeared  that  there  were 
an  excessive  number  of  candidates  for  the  post,  with  more 
than  the  usual  wrangling. 

Youngster  after  youngster  presented  his  qualifications  for  the 
post;  and  the  matter  was  still  undecided  when  the  son  of  the 
owner  of  the  ball-field  stood  up.  He  was  a  small,  snub-nosed 
lad,  with  a  plentiful  supply  of  freckles,  but  he  glanced  about 
him  with  a  dignified  air  of  controlling  the  situation. 

"I'm  going  to  be  captain  this  year,"  he  announced  convinc- 
ingly, "or  else  Father's  old  bull  is  going  to  be  turned  into 
the  field." 

He   was   elected   unanimously. — Fenimore   Martin. 

I  consider  biennial  elections  as  a  security  that  the  sober 
second  thought  of  the  people  shall  be  law. — Fisher  Ames. 

ELECTRICITY 

In  school  a  boy  was  asked  this  question  in  physics:  "What 
is  the  difference  between  lightning  and  electricity?" 

And  he  answered :  "Well,  you  don't  have  to  pay  for  light- 
ning." 

EMBARRASSING  SITUATIONS 

A  young  gentleman  was  spending  the  week-end  at  little 
Willie's  cottage  at  Atlantic  City,  and  on  Sunday  evening  after 
dinner,  there  being  a  scarcity  of  chairs  on  the  crowded  -piazza, 
the  young  gentleman  took  Willie  on  his  lap. 


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Then,    during    a    pause    in    the    conversation,    little    Willie 
looked  up  at  the  young  gentleman  and  piped: 
"Am    1    as    heavy    as    sister    Mabel?" 

The  late  Charles  Coghlan  was  a  man  of  great  wit  and  re- 
source. When  he  was  living  in  London,  his  wife  started  for 
an  out-of-town  visit.  For  some  reason  she  found  it  neces- 
sary to  return  home,  and  on  her  way  thither  she  saw  her 
husband  step  out  of  a  cab  and  hand  a  lady  from  it.  Mrs. 
Coghlan  confronted  the  pair.  'The  actor  was  equal  to  the 
situation. 

"My  dear,"  he  said  to  his  wife,  "allow  me  to  present  Miss 
Blank.  Mrs.  Coghlan,  Miss  Blank." 

The  two  bowed   coldly   while   Coghlan   quickly   added : 

"I  know  you  ladies  have  ever  so  many  things  you  want 
to  say  to  each  other,  so  I  will  ask  to  be  excused." 

He  lifted  his  hat,  stepped  into  the  cab,  and  was  whirled 
aw^y. 

"You  ought  to  have  seen  Mr.  Marshall  when  he 
upon  Dolly  the  other  night,"  remarked  Johnny  to  his  sister's 
young  man,  who  was  taking  tea  with  the  family.  "I  tell  you 
he  looked  fine-  sitting  there  alongside  •  i  her  with  his  arm — 

"Johnny!"  gasped  his  sister,  her  face  the  color  of  a  boiled 
lobster. 

"\\Y11,  so  lu-  did."  persisted  Johnny,     "lie  had  his  arm — 

"John!"  screamed  his  mother   frantically. 

"\\'h>."   whined   tin-  hoy.  "I    uas 

"John,"   said    his    father   sternly,    "leave    the    room!" 

And  Johnny  left,  crying  as  he  went  :  "I  was  only  going 
to  say  that  he  had  his  army  clothes  on." 

I  he    .  :e   chatting   gaily    with    the    Kintcrbys 

when    a    patter    of    littl.-    lYei    ua-    In  ard    from    tin-    head    of   the 
rs.      Mrs.    Kim  .  d    her   hand,    warning   the  others   to 

nee. 

"Hush!"   she  "The   children   are  going  to  de- 

liver   their   'good-night*    message.      It    alu  me    a    feel- 

'hrin     they    are    so    much    nearer    the 

Uor   than    \\  e   are.    and    •  .    that    is    in    their 

little    hearts   never   so    fully    as    when    the   darl 


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There  was  a  moment  of  tense  silence.  Then — "Mama,"  came 
the  message  in  a  shrill  whisper,  "Willy  found  a  bedbug!" 

"I  was  in  an  awkward  predicament  yesterday  morning,"  said 
a  husband  to  another. 

"How  was  that?" 

"Why,  I  came  home  late,  and  my  wife  heard  me  and  said, 
'John,  what  time  is  it?'  and  I  said,  'Only  twelve,  my  dear,' 
and  just  then  that  cuckoo  clock  of  ours  sang  out  three  times." 

"What  did  you  do?" 

"Why,  I  just  had  to  stand  there  and  cuckoo  nine  times 
more." 

"Your  husband  will  be  all  right  now,"  said  an  English  doctor 
to  a  woman  whose  husband  was  dangerously  ill. 

"What  do  you  mean?"  demanded  the  wife.  "You  told  me 
'e  couldn't  live  a  fortnight." 

"Well,  I'm  going  to  cure  him,  after  all,"  said  the  doctor. 
"Surely  you  are  glad?" 

The  woman  wrinkled  her  brows. 

"Puts  me  in  a  bit  of  an  'ole,"  she  said.  "I've  bin  an'  sold 
all  'is  clothes  to  pay  for  'is  funeral." 

EMPLOYERS  AND  EMPLOYEES 

"You  want  more  money?  Why,  my  boy,  I  worked  three 
years  for  $11  a  month  right  in  this  establishment,  and  now 
I'm  owner  of  it." 

"Well,  you  see  what  happened  to  your  boss.  No  man  who 
treats  his  help  that  way  can  hang  on  to  his  business." 

EARNEST  YOUNG  MAN — "Have  you  any  advice  to  a  strug- 
gling young  employee?" 

FRANK  OLD  GENTLEMAN — "Yes.    Don't  work." 

FAR  NEST  YOUNG  MAN — "Don't  work?" 

FRANK  OLD  GENTLEMAN — "No.     Become  an  employer." 

General  Benjamin  F.  Butler  built  a  house  in  Washington  on 
the  same  plans  as  his  home  in  Lowell,  Mass.,  and  his  studies 
were  furnished  in  exactly  the  same  way.  He  and  his  secretary, 
M.  W.  Clancy,  afterward  City  Clerk  of  Washington  for  many 
years,  were  constantly  traveling  between  the  two  places. 


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One  day  a  senator  called  upon  General  Butler  in  Lowell 
and  the  next  clay  in  Washington  to  find  him  and  his  secre- 
tary engaged  upon  the  same  work  that  had  occupied  them  in 

achusetts. 

"Heavens,  Clancy,  don't  you  ever  stop?" 
"No,"   interposed  General   Butler, 

"  'Satan  finds  some  mischief  still 
For  idle  hands  to  do.' " 
Clancy   arose    and   bowed,    saying: 

"General,  I  never  was  sure  until  now  what  my  employer  was. 
I  had  heard  the  rumor,  but  I  always  discredited  it." 

W.  J.  ("Fingy")  Conners,  the  New  York  politician,  who 
is  not  precisely  a  Chesterfield,  secured  his  first  great  freight- 
handling  contract  when  he  was  a  roustabout  on  the  Buffalo 
docks.  When  the  job  was  about  to  begin  he  called  a  thousand 
burly  "dock-wallopers"  to  order,  as  narrated  by  one  of  his 
business  friends: 

•'\o\v,"  roared  Conners,  "yez  are  to  worruk  for  me,  and  I 
want  ivery  man  here  to  understand  what's  what.  I  kin  lick 
anny  man  in  the  gang." 

Nine  hundred  and  ninety-nine  swallowed  the  insult,  but  one 
hn.ne.  double-fisted  warrior  moved  uneasily  and  stepping  from 
tlu-  line  he  said  "You  can't  lick  me,  Jim  Conners." 

"I    can't,    can't    I?"    bellowed    "Fingy." 

"No,  you  can't,"  was  the  determined  response. 

"Oh,  well,  thin,  go  to  the  office  and  git  your  money,"  said 
"l-'ingy."  "I'll  have  no  man  in  me  gang  that  I  can't  lick." 

Outside  his  own  cleverness  there  is  nothing  that  so  delights 
Mr.  Wiggins  as  a  game  of  baseball,  and  when  he  gets  a  chance 
to  exploit  the  two.  both  at  the  same  time,  he  may  be  said 
to  l.c  the  happiest  man  in  the  \\nrM.  Hence  it  \\a»  that  the 
other  day,  \\heii  little  red  headed  Willie  Mulligan,  his  office 
nto  his  ;  •  the  afternoon 

off  that  he  might  attend  his  grandmother's  funeral,  Wiggins 
deemed  it  a  m.i-terly  stroke  to  ans\\ 

"Why.  certainly.  Willie.  What's  in.. re.  my  b..\.  if  you'll  \vait 
for  me  I'll  KO  with  you." 


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"All  right,  sir,"  sniffed  Willie  as  he  returned  to  his  desk 
and  waited  patiently. 

And,  lo  and  behold,  poor  little  Willie  had  told  the  truth, 
and  when  he  and  Wiggins  started  out  together  the  latter  not 
only  lost  one  of  the  best  games  of  the  season,  but  had  to  at- 
tend the  obsequies  of  an  old  lady  in  whom  he  had  no  interest 
whatever  as  well. 

CHIEF  CLERK  (to  office  boy) — "Why  on  earth  don't  you 
laugh  when  the  boss  tells  a  joke?" 

OFFICE  BOY — "I  don't  have  to;  I  quit  on  Saturday." — Satire. 

James  J.  Hill,  the  Railway  King,  told  the  following  amus- 
ing incident  that  happened  on  one  of  his  roads : 

"One  of  our  division  superintendents  had  received  numerous 
complaints  that  freight  trains  were  in  the  habit  of  stopping 
on  a  grade  crossing  in  a  certain  small  town,  thereby  block- 
ing travel  for  long  periods.  He  issued  orders,  but  still  the 
complaints  came  in.  Finally  he  decided  to  investigate  per- 
sonally. 

"A  short  man  in  size  and  very  excitable,  he  went  down  to 
the  crossing,  and,  sure  enough,  there  stood,  in  defiance  of  his 
orders,  a  long  freight  train,  anchored  squarely  across  it.  A 
brakeman  who  didn't  know  him  by  sight  sat  complacently  on 
the  top  of  the  car. 

"•  'Move  that  train  on !"  sputtered  the  little  'super.'  'Get 
it  off  the  crossing  so  people  can  pass.  Move  on,  I  say !' 

"The  brakeman  surveyed  the  tempestuous*  little  man  from 
head  to  foot.  'You  go  to  the  deuce,  you  little  shrimp,'  he 
replied.  'You're  small  enough  to  crawl  under.'" 

ENEMIES 

An  old  man  who  had  led  a  sinful  life  was  dying,  and  his 
wife  sent  for  a  near-by  preacher  to  pray  with  him. 

The  preacher  spent  some  time  praying  and  talking,  and  final- 
ly the  old  man  said:  "What  do  you  want  me  to  do,  Parson?" 

"Renounce  the  Devil,  renounce  the  Devil,"  replied  the 
preacher. 

"Well,  but,  Parson,"  protested  the  dying  man,  "I  ain't  in 
position  to  make  any  enemies." 


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It  is  better  to  decide  a  difference  between  enemies  than 
friends,  for  one  of  our  friends  will  certainly  become  an  enemy 
and  one  of  our  enemies  a  friend. — Bias. 

The    world    is    large    when    its    weary    leagues 

two    loving   hearts    divide; 
But   the   world   is   small    when   your    enemy   is 

loose  on  the  other  side. 

— John  Boyle  O'Reilly. 

ENGLAND 
See  Great   Britain. 

ENGLISH  LANGUAGE 

A  popular  hotel  in  Rome  has  a  sign  in  the  elevator  read- 
ing: "  '.<>  not  touch  the  Lift  at  your  own  risk." 

The  ola-s  at  Heidelberg  was  studying  English  conjugations, 
and  each  verb  considered  was  used  in  a  model  sentence,  so 
that  the  students  would  gain  the  benefit  of  pronouncing  the 
connected  series  of  words,  as  well  as  learning  the  varying 
forms  «.f  the  verb.  This  morning  it  was  the  verb  "to  have" 
in  the  sentence,  "I  have  a  gold  mine." 

hmit/    was   called   to   his    feet   by   Professor   Wulff. 
!••   haft"  in   der   smti-nrc.   'I    lial'f  a  golt  mine.'" 
rofcssor   ordered. 

"I   haff  a  golt  mine,  du  hast  a  u<.lt   dein.  lie  hass  a   .unit 
Ve,  you  or   dey  haff  a   golt   ours,  yours  or  deirs,  as  de  case 
may  1 

Lni  1   if  the  people  of 

one   country    cannot    preserve    an    identity    «>f    idc.is    the 
not   retain  an  identiu    ..f  1an«na^«  ll'cbstcr. 

ENGLISHMEN 

He    who  laughs   !  lishman      /V/M,V/,»»    Tigtr. 


164  TOASTER'S     HANDBOOK 

Nat  Goodwin  was  at  the  club  with  an  English  friend 
and  became  the  center  of  an  appreciative  group.  A  cigar  man 
offered  the  comedian  a  cigar,  saying  that  it  was  a  new  pro- 
duction. 

"With  each  cigar,  you  understand,"  the  promoter  said,  "I 
will  give  a  coupon,  and  when  you  have  smoked  three  thousand 
of  them  you  may  bring  the  coupons  to  me  and  exchange  them 
for  a  grand  piano." 

Nat  sniffed  the  cigar,  pinched  it  gently,  and  then  replied: 
"If  I  smoked  three  thousand  of  these  cigars  I  think  I  would 
need  a  harp  instead  of  a  grand  piano." 

There  was  a  burst  of  laughter  in  which  the  Englishman 
did  not  join,  but  presently  he  exploded  with  merriment.  "I  see 
the  point"  he  exclaimed.  "Being  an  actor,  you  have  to  travel 
around  the  country  a  great  deal  and  a  harp  would  be  so  much 
more  convenient  to  carry." 

ENTHUSIASM 

Theodore  Watts,  says  Charles  Rowley  in  his  book  "Fifty 
Years  of  Work  Without  Wages,"  tells  a  good  story  against 
himself.  A  nature  enthusiast,  he  was  climbing  Snowdon,  and 
overtook  an  old  gypsy  woman.  He  began  to  dilate  upon  the 
sublimity  of  the  scenery,  in  somewhat  gushing  phrases.  The 
woman  paid  no  attention  to  him.  Provoked  by  her  irrespons- 
iveness,  he  said,  "You  don't  seem  to  care  for  this  magnificent 
scenery?"  She  took  the  pipe  from  her  mouth  and  delivered 
this  settler:  "I  enjies  it;  I  don't  jabber." 

EPITAPHS 

LITTLE  CLARENCE — "Pa  !" 

His    FATHER — "Well,  my  son?" 

LITTLE  CLARENCE — "I  took  a  walk  through  the  cemetery  to- 
day and  read  the  inscriptions  on  the  tombstones." 

His  FATHER — "And  what  were  your  thoughts  after  you  had 
done  so?" 

LITTLE  CLARENCE— "Why,  pa,  I  wondered  where  all  the 
wicked  people  were  buried." — Judge. 


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The  widower  had  just  taken  his  fourth  wife  and  was  show- 
ing her  around  the  village.  Among  the  places  visited  was 
the  churchyard,  and  the  hridc  paused  before  a  very  elaborate 
t«  mib-tonc  that  had  been  erected  by  the  bridegroom.  Being 
a  little  nearsighted  she  asked  him  to  read  the  inscription,  and 
in  reverent  tones  he  read : 

"Here  lies  Susan,  beloved  wife  of  John  Smith;  also  Jane, 
beloved  wife  of  John  Smith  ;  also  Mary,  beloved  wife  of  John 
Smith " 

He  paused  abruptly,  and  the  bride,  leaning  forward  to  see 
the  bottom  line,  read,  to  her  horror: 

"Be  Ye  Also  Ready." 


A  man  wished  to  have  .something  original  on  his  wife's 
headstone  and  hit  upon,  "Lord,  she  was  Thine."  He  had  his 
own  ideas  of  the  size  of  the  letters  and  the  space  between 
words,  and  gave  instructions  to  the  stonemason.  The  latter 
carried  them  out  all  right,  except  that  he  could  not  get  in 
the  "K"  in  Thine. 


In  a  cemetery  at   Middlehnry,  Vt.,  is  a  stone,  erected  by  a 
widow   to   her   hiving   husband,   bearing    this   inscription: 
in  peace— until  we  meet  a.nain." 


An  epitaph  in  an  old    Muravian  cemetery  reads  thus: 
Remember,   friend,  as  yon   pass  by. 
As  you  are  now,  so  once  was  I  ; 
I   am  now   thus  you   must   be. 
So  be  prepared    to   follow   mi-. 

Tin-re    had    been     written    underneath    in    pencil.    presumably 
by    some   wag : 

Po    i    lion    jrOti    I'm   not    content 
Till    I   hud  out   which   way  you   \\ 


I   expected    it.   but    I    di.1i  it    <|iiite    so  soon. 


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After    Life's    scarlet    fever 
I  sleep  well. 


Here  lies  the  body  of  Sarah  Sexton, 

Who  never  did  aught  to  vex   one. 

(Not   like   the   woman    under   the   next   stone.) 


As  a  general  thing,  the  writer  of  epitaphs  is  a  monumental 
liar. — John  E.  Rosser. 


Maria  Brown, 
Wife  of  Timothy  Brown, 

aged   80    years. 

She  lived  with  her  husband  fifty  years,  and  died 
in  the  confident  hope  of  a  better  life. 


Here  lies  the  body  of  Enoch  Holden,  who  died  suddenly 
and  unexpectedly  by  being  kicked  to  death  by  a  cow.  Well 
done,  good  and  faithful  servant! 


A  bereaved  husband  feeling  his  loss  very  keenly  found  it 
desirable  to  divert  his  mind  by  traveling  abroad.  Before  his 
departure,  however,  he  left  orders  for  a  tombstone  with  tlu> 
inscription : 

"The  light  of  my  life  has  gone  out." 

Travel  brought  unexpected  and  speedy  relief,  and  before  the 
time  for  his  return  he  had  taken  another  wife.  It  was  then 
that  he  remembered  the  inscription,  and  thinking  it  would  n<>t  l.e 
pleasing  to  his  new  wife,  he  wrote  to  the  stone-cutter,  asking 
that  he  exercise  his  ingenuity  in  adapting  it  to  the  new  condi- 
tions. After  his  return  he  took  his  new  wife  to  see  the  tomb- 
stone and  found  that  the  inscription  had  lu-eii  made  to  read: 

"The  light  of  my  life  has  gone  out, 
But  I  have  struck  another  match." 


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Here    lies    Bernard    Light  foot, 
Who  was  accidentally  killed  in   the  forty-fifth  year 

of  his  age. 
This   monument   was  erected  hy  his   grateful    family. 

I  thought  it  mushroom  when  I  found 

It  in  the  woods,  forsaken; 
But    since    I    sleep    beneath    this    mound, 

I  must  have-  been  mistaken. 

On  the  tombstone  of  a  Mr.  Box  appears  this  inscription: 
Here  lies  one  Box  within  another. 
The   one  of  wood   was    very  good, 
We  cannot  say  so  much  for  t'other. 

Nobles   and    heralds  by  your   lca\e. 

Here  lies   what  once  was   Matthew   Prior; 
The  son  of  Adam  and  of  Eve; 

Can  Bourbon  or  Nassau  claim  higher? 

—Prior. 

Kind    reader!   take    your   choice   to   cry   or    laugh; 
Ik-re    Harold    lies— but    where's    his    Epitaph? 
If   Mich   you   seek,   try   Westminster,   and   view 
Ten  thousand,  just  as  fit   for  him  as  you. 

— Byron. 

DCeiVC  di.-vii-t  at  the-e  impertinent  and  misbecoming  fa- 
miliarities inscribed  upon  your  ordinary  tombstone.— Charles 
I.amb. 

EPITHETS 

J«-lii  .in.   was  once  interrupted  by   bi^- 

who  complained   that    their   ^<>n   had    b<  •  •  ful   to 

neighbors.      M :  .lied   the   youngster   into   his 

"My  tool?" 

I  he  boy  hung  his  head      "Ye.    i.iti. 


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"And  did  you  call  Mr.  Jones  a  worse  fool?" 

"Yes,    father." 

Mr.  iMske  frowned  and  pondered  for  a  minute.  Then  he 
said: 

"Well,  my  son,  that  is  just  about  the  distinction  I  should 
make." 

"See  that  man  over  there.  He  is  a  bombastic  mutt,  a  wind- 
jammer nonentity,  a  false  alarm,  and  an  encumberer  of  the 
earth !" 

"Would   you   mind    writing   all    that   down   for   me?" 

"Why  in   the  world — 

"He's  my  husband,  and  I  should  like  to  use  it  on  him  some 
time." 

EQUALITY 

As  one  of  the  White  Star  steamships  came  up  New  York 
harbor  the  other  day,  a  grimy  coal  barge  floated  immediate- 
ly in  front  of  her.  "Clear  out  of  the  way  with  that  old  mud 
scow!"  shouted  an  officer  on  the  bridge. 

A  round,  sun-browned  face  appeared  over  the  cabin  hatch- 
way. "Are  ye  the  captain  of  that  vessel?" 

"No,"  answered  the  officer. 

"Then  spake  to  yer  equals.  I'm  the  captain  o'  this !"  came 
from  the  barge. 

ERMINE 

Said  an  envious,   erudite  ermine: 
"There's   one  thing  I  cannot  determine: 

When  a  man  wears  my  coat, 

He's  a  person   of  note, 
While  I'm  but  a  species  of  vermin!" 

ESCAPES 

There  was  once  a  chap  who  went  skating  too  early  and  all 
of  a  sudden  that  afternoon  loud  cries  for  help  began  to  echo 
among  the  bleak  hills  that  surrounded  the  skating  pond. 

A  farmer,  cobbling  his  boots  before  his  kitchen  fire  heard  the 
shouts  and  yells,  and  ran  to  the  pond  at  break-neck  speed.  He 


T  O  A  S  T  /.  R'S     II  A  N  D  BOO  K  169 

sau   a  large  black  hole  in  the  ice,  and  a  pale  young  fellow  stood 
with   chattering  teeth   shoulder-deep    in   the   cold   water. 

The  fanner  laid  a  hoard  on  the  thin  ice  and  crawled  out  on 
it  to  the  edge  of  the  hole.  Then,  extending  his  hand,  he  said: 

"Here,  come  over  this  way,  and  I'll  lift  you  out." 

I  can't  swim,"  was  the  impatient  reply.    "Throw  a  rope 
to  me.     Hurry  up.     It's  cold  in  here." 

"I  ain't  got  no  rope,"  said  the  farmer;  and  he  added  angrily. 
"What  if  yon  can't  swim — yon  can  wade,  I  guess!  The  water's 
only  tip  to  your  shoulders." 

"Up  to  my  shoulders?"  said  the  young  fellow.  "It's  eight 
feet  deep  it'  it's  an  inch.  I'm  standing  on  the  blasted  fat  man 
who  broke  the  ice  !" 

ETHICS 

My  ethical  state, 

Were  I   wealthy  and  great, 
Is  a  subject  you   wish   I'd   reply  on. 

Now  who  can   foresee 

What  his  morals  might  be? 
What    would    yours    be    if    you    were    a    lion? 

Martial;  tr.  by  Paul  Nixon. 

ETIQUET 

A  Boston  girl  the  ether  day  said  to  a  southern  friend  who 
was  \Uiting  her,  as  two  men  rose  in  a  car  to  give  them  seats: 
"(Mi.  I  wish  they  would  not  do  it."  "Why  not?  I  think  it  is 
very  nice  of  them,"  said  her  friend,  settling  herself  comfort- 
ably. "Yes,  but  one  can't  thank  them,  you  know,  and  it  i^ 
10  aukunnl."  "Can't  thank  them!  Why  not?"  "Why,  you 
would  not  speak  to  a  strange  man,  would  you?"  said  the 
Boston  maiden,  to  the  ift<  nishment  of  her  southern  friend. 

\    little    girl   on    the    train    to    I'ittsburg   was   chewing 
Not    only    that,    but     she    insisted    mi    pulling    it    out    in    long 

and   letting  it    fall   back   int..   her   mouth   again. 
"Ma1-  '    her    mother    in    a    horrified    wimp,  r     "Mabel. 

don't   do  that.     Chew  your  gum   like   a   little   lady." 


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LITTLE   BROTHER — "What's    etiquet?" 

LITTLE  BIGGER  BROTHER — "Jt's  saying  'No,  thank  you,'  when 
you  want  to  holler  'Gimme!'" — Judyc. 

A  Lady  there  was  of  Antigua, 

Who  said  to  her  spouse,   "What  a  pig  you  are!" 

He  answered,  "My  queen, 

Is  it  manners  you  mean, 
Or   do  you   refer  to  my  figure?" 

— Gilbert  K.  Chesterton. 

They  were  at  dinner  and  the  dainties  were  on  the  table. 
"Will  you  take   tart   or  pudding?"   asked   Papa  of  Tommy. 
"Tart,"  said  Tommy  promptly. 

His  father  sighed  as  he  recalled  the  many  lessons  on  manners 
he  had  given  the  boy. 

"Tart,   what?"  he  queried  kindly. 

But  Tommy's  eyes  were  glued  on  the  pastry. 

"Tart,  what?"  asked  the  father  again,  sharply  this  time. 

"Tart,  first,"  answered  Tommy  triumphantly. 

A  twelve-year-old  girl  from  the  slums  of  New  York  was 
invited  to  a  garden  party  given  by  an  aristocratic  lady  to  a 
group  of  poor  girls. 

The  little  girl,  as  she  drank  her  tea  and  ate  her  cake  on 
a  velvet  lawn  under  a  white-blooming  cherry  tree,  said  to 
her  hostess: 

"Does  your  husband  drink?" 

"Why — er — no,"    was    the   astonished    reply. 

"How  much   does  he  make?" 

"He  doesn't  work,"  said  the  lady.     "He  is  a  capitalist." 

"You  keep  out  of  debt,  I  hope?" 

"Of  course,   child.     What  on   earth " 

"Your  color  looks  natural — I  trust  you  don't  paint." 

"Why,  child,"  exclaimed  the  amazed  hostess,  "what  do  you 
mean  by  such  questions?  Don't  you  know  they  are  very  im- 
pudent?" 

"Impudent?"  said  the  little  girl.  "Why,  ma'am,  Mother  told 
me  to  be  sure  and  behave  like  a  lady,  and  when  ladies  call  at 
our  rooms  they  always  ask  Mother  those  questions!" 


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TOMMY'S  AUNT — "Won't  you  have  another  piece  of  cake, 
Tommy?" 

TOMMY   (on  a  visit)— "No,  I  thank  you." 

TOMMY'S  AUNT — "You  seem  to  be  suffering  from  loss  of 
appetite." 

MY— "That  ain't   loss   of  appetite.     What   I'm   sufferin' 
from  is  politeness." 

They  tell  the  following  as  a  story  that  the  late  J.  T.  Harahan, 
former  president  of  the  Illinois  Central  Railroad,  was  fond 
of  telling  on  himself. 

Mr.  Harahan  was  sitting  in  his  office  one  day,  while  presi- 
dent of  the  road,  when  a  burly  Irishman  entered  the  office. 

"Me  name's  Casey,"  said  he.  "Oi  want  a  pass  to  St.  Louis. 
Oi  worruk  in  th'  yar-r-ds." 

"That  is  no  way  to  ask  for  a  pass,"  said  Mr.  Harahan. 
"You  should  introduce  yourself  politely.  Come  back  in  an 
hour  and  try  it  again." 

At  the  end  of  the  hour,  back  came  the  Irishman.  Doffing 
his  hat,  he  inquired: 

"Ar-re  yez  Mr.  Harahan?" 

"I    am." 

e    name   is    Patrick   Casey.     Oi've   been    workin'   out   in 
th'  yar-r-ds." 

"Glad  to  know  you,  Mr.  Casey.     What  can  I  do  for  you?" 

"Yez  can  all  go  to  hell.  Oi've  got  a  job  an'  a  pass  on 
th'  Wabash." 

There  was  a  young  man  so  benighted, 
Hi-    IICMT   knew   when   he  was  slighted; 

He  would   go   to  a    party. 

And  cat  just  as  hearty, 
As   if   he'd   been    really   invited. 

EVIDENCE 

m  a  crowd  of  rah-rah  college  boys  celebrating  a  crew 

IK>!  iceman  had  managed  to  extract  two  prisoners. 
"What  is  the  charge  a^ainM    these  young  men?"  asked  the 
trnte   before  whom  they   were   arraigned. 

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172  TO  AS 'I  l-k'S     HANDBOOK 

"Disturbin'  the  peace,  yer  honor,"  said  the  policeman. 
"They  were  givin'  their  college  yells  in  the  street  an'  makin' 
trouble  generally." 

"What  is  your  name?"  the  judge  asked  one  of  the  prison- 
ers. 

"Ro-ro-robert    Ro-ro-rollins,"    stuttered    the    youth. 

"I   asked   for  your  name,   sir, — not  the  evidence." 

Maud    Mnller,    on    a    summer    night, 
Turned   down   the   only   parlor   light. 

The    judge,    beside    her,    whispered    things 
Of  wedding  bells  and  diamond  rings. 

He   spoke  his   love  in    burning  phrase, 
And    acted    foolish    forty    ways. 

When  he  had  gone   Maud  gave  a  laugh 
And   then    turned  off  the   dictagraph. 

— Milwaukee  Sentinel. 

One  day  a  hostess  asked  a   well  known   Parisian  judge: 
"Your  Honor,  which  do  you  prefer,  Burgundy  or  Bordeaux?'' 
"Madame,  that  is  a  case  in  which  I  have  so  much  pleasure  in 

taking    the    evidence    that    I    always    postpone    judgment,"    was 

the  wily  jurist's  reply. 

See   also   Courts;   Witnesses. 


EXAMINATIONS 

An  instructor  in  a  church  school  where  much  attention  was 
paid  to  sacred  history,  dwelt  particularly  on  the  phrase  "And 
Enoch  was  not,  for  God  took  him."  So  many  times  was  this 
repeated  in  connection  with  the  death  of  Enoch  that  he  thought 
even  the  dullest  pupil  would  answer  correctly  when  asked  in 
examination :  State  in  the  exact  language  of  the  Bible  what 
is  said  of  Enoch's  death. 

But  this  was  the  answer  he  got: 

"Enoch  was  not  what  God  took  him  for." 


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A  im-mber  ••!"  the  faculty  of  the  University  of  Wisconsin  tells 
tne  amusing  rallies  made  by  a  pupil  undergoing  an  exam- 
ination in  Knglish.  The  candidate  had  been  instructed  to  write 
out  ex:;mples  of  the  indicative,  the  suhjunctive,  the  potential  and 
the  exclamatory  moods.  His  ctTorts  resulted  as  foil-' 

"1  am  endeavoring  to  pass  an  English  examination.  If  I 
ans\\er  tuenty  questions  1  shall  pass.  If  1  answer  twelve  ques- 
tions I  may  pass.  God  help  me!" 

The  following  selection  of  mistakes  in  examinations  may  con- 
vince almost  any  one  that  there  are  some  peaks  of  ignorance 
which  he  has  yet  to  climb : 

Ma.una  Charta  said  that  the  King  had  no  right  to  bring  sol- 
diers into  a  lady's  hou>e  and  tell  her  to  mind  them. 

Panama  is  a  town  of  Colombo,  where  they  are  trying  to 
make  an  isthmus. 

The  three  highest  mountains  in  Scotland  are  Ben  Nevis,  Ben 
Lomond  and  Ben  Jonson. 

Wolsey  saved  his  life  by  dying  on  the  way  from  York  to 
London. 

Bigamy  is  \\hen  a  man  tries  to  serve  two  masters. 

"Those  melodious  bursts  that  fill  the  spacious  days  of  great 
Kli/aheth"  refers  to  the  songs  that  Queen  Elizabeth  used  to 
write  in  her  spare  time. 

Tennyson  wrote  a  poem  called  Grave's  Energy. 

The  Rump  Parliament  consisted  entirely  of  Cromwell's 
stalactites. 

The  plural  of  spo 

•  !)      Kli/ubeth     rode     a     white     horse     from     Keniluorth 
•  entry   with  nothing  mi.  and    Raleigh  offered   her  his 

The    law    allowing   only   one    wife    is   called    m«nn.t«niy. 
When    Kngland     \\  d     under    an     Interdict    the     Pope 

1    all    births,    marriages    and   deal'  year. 

The    P\rami.!  e    «»f    mountains    betwe. 

and    Spain. 

The  god-,  i, f  the  Indi.Miv  an-  chiefly  Main  mimed  and  Buddha, 
and  in  their  spare  time  they  do  1-  \ing. 

ry    one    needs    a    holiday     from    one    year's    end    to    an- 
other. 


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The  Seven  Great  Powers  of  Europe  are  gravity,  electricity, 
steam,  gas,  fly-wheels,  and  motors,  and  Mr.  Lloyd  George. 

The  hydra  was  married  to  Henry  VIII.  When  he  cut  off 
her  head  another  sprung  up. 

Liberty  of  conscience  means  doing  wrong  and  not  worry- 
ing about  it  afterward. 

The  Habeas  Corpus  act  was  that  no  one  need  stay  in  prison 
longer  than  he  liked. 

Becket  put  on  a  camel-air  shirt  and  his  life  at  once  be- 
came dangerous. 

The  two  races  living  in  the  north  of  Europe  are  Esquimaux 
and  Archangels. 

Landscape  is  what  you  run  down  the  side  of  a  house  on 
when  the  house  is  afire. 

Skeleton  is  what  you  have  left  when  you  take  a  man's  in- 
sides  out  and  his  outsides  off. 

Ellipsis    is    when   you    forget   to    kiss. 

A  bishop  without  a  diocese  is  called  a  suffragette. 

Artificial  perspiration  is  the  way  to  make  a  person  alive 
when  they  are  only  just  dead. 

A  night  watchman  is  a  man  employed  to  sleep  in  the  open 
air. 

The  tides  are  caused  by  the  sun  drawing  the  water  out  and 
the  moon  drawing  it  in  again. 

The  liver  is  an  infernal  organ  of  the  body. 

A  circle  is  a  line  which  meets  its  other  end  without  end- 
ing. 

Triangles  are  of  three  kinds,  the  equilateral  or  three-sided, 
the  quadrilateral  or  four-sided,  and  the  multilateral  or  polyglot. 

General  Braddock  was  killed  in  the  Revolutionary  War. 
He  had  three  horses  shot  under  him  and  a  fourth  went  through 
his  clothes. 

A  buttress  is  the  wife  of  a  butler. 

The  young  Pretender  was  so  called  because  it  was  pretended 
that  he  was  born  in  a  frying-pan. 

A  verb  is  a  word  which  is  used  in  order  to  make  an  exer- 
tion. 

A  Passive  Verb  is  when  the  subject  is  the  sufferer,  e.  g.,  I 
am  loved. 

Lord  Raleigh  was  the  first  man  to  see  the  invisible  Ar- 
mada. 


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A  schoolmaster  is  called  a  pedigree. 

1  he  South  of  the  U.  S.  A.  grows  oranges,  figs,  melons  and 
a  great  quantity  of  preserved  fruits,  especially  tinned  meats. 

The  wife  of  a  Prime  Minister  is  called  a  Primate. 

The  Greeks  were  too  thickly  populated   to  be  comfortable. 

The  American  war  was  started  because  the  people  would  per- 
sist in  sending  their  parcels  thru  the  post  without  stamps. 

Prince  William  was  drowned  in  a  butt  of  Malmsey  wine; 
he  never  laughed  again. 

The  heart  is  located  on  the  west  side  of  the  body. 

Richard  II  is  said  to  have  been  murdered  by  some  historians; 
his  real  fate  is  uncertain. 

Subjects  have   a   right   to  partition   the  king. 

A  kaiser  is  a  stream  of  hot  water  springin'  up  an'  dis- 
tuhin'  the  earth. 

lie  had  nothing  left  to  live  for  but  to  die. 

Franklin's  education  was  got  by  himself.  He  worked  him- 
self up  to  be  a  great  literal  man.  He  was  also  able  to  invent 
electricity.  Franklin's  father  was  a  tallow  chandelier. 

Monastery  is  the  place  for  monsters. 

Sir  Walter  Raleigh  was  put  out  once  when  his  servant 
found  him  with  fire  in  his  head.  And  one  day  after  there 
had  been  a  lot  of  rain,  he  threw  his  cloak  in  a  puddle  and 
the  queen  stepped  dryly  over. 

The    Greeks  planted   colonists   for   their   food    supplies. 

Nicotine  is  so  deadly  a  poison  that  a  drop  on  the  end  of  a 
dog's  tail  will  kill  a  man. 

A  mosquito  is   the   child   of  black    and    white   parents. 

An  author  is  a  queer  animal  because  his  tales  (tails)  come 
from  his  head. 

Wind  is  air  in  a  hurry. 

The  people  that  come  to  America  found  Indians,  but  no 
people. 

Shadows  are  rays   of  darkness. 

oln  wrote  the  address   while  riding   from  Washington  to 

an    envelope, 
•i/abrth  was  tall  and  thin,  hut  -I  I>r«>t- 

estant. 

An  equinox  is  a  man    wh«>  ir  the   north   pole. 


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An  abstract  noun  is  sonu-lhing  \vc  can  think  of  but  cannot 
feel— as  a  red  bot  poker. 

The  population  of  New  England  is  too  dry  for  farming. 

Anatomy  is  the  human  body,  which  consists  of  three  parts 
the  head,  the  chist,  and  the  stummick.  The  head  contains 
the  eyes  and  brains,  if  any.  The  chist  contains  the  lungs 
and  a  piece  of  the  liver.  The  stummick  is  devoted  to  the 
hnwds.  of  which  there  are  five,  a,  e,  i,  o,  it,  and  sometimes  w 
and  y. 

Filigree  means  a  list  of  your  descendants. 

"The  Complete  Angler"  was  written  by  Kuclid  because  he 
knew  all  about  angles. 

The  imperfect  tense  in  French  is  used  to  express  a  future 
action  in  past  time  which  does  .not  take  place  at  all. 

Arabia  has  many  syphoons  and  very  bad  ones ;  It  gets  into 
your  hair  even  with  your  mouth  shut. 

The   modern   name    for   Gaul    is   vinegar. 

Some  of  the  West  India  Islands  arc  subject  to  torpedoes. 

The  Crusaders  were  a  wild  and  savage  people  until  Peter  the 
Hermit  preached  to  them. 

On  the  low  coast  plains  of  Mexico  yellow  fever  is  very 
popular. 

Louis   XVI    was  gelatincd    during  the   French   Revolution. 

Gender  shows  whether  a  man  is  masculine,  feminine,  or 
neuter. 

An  angle  is  a  triangle  with  only  two  sides. 

Geometry  teaches  us  how  to  bisex  angels.   * 

Gravitation  is  that  which  if  there  were  none  we  should  all 
fly  away. 

A   vacuum  is  a  large  empty  space  where  the  Pope  lives. 

A  deacon  is  the  lowest  kind  of  Christian. 

Vapor  is  dried  water. 

The  Salic  law  is  that  you  must  take  everything  with  a  grain 
of  salt. 

The  Zodiac  is  the  Zoo  of  the  sky,  where  lions,  goats  and 
other  animals  go  after  they  are  dead. 

The  Pharisees  were  people  who  like  to  show  off  their  good- 
ness by  praying  in  synonyms. 

An  abstract  noun  is  something  you  can't  see  when  you  are 
looking  at  it. 


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I XCUSES 

The  children  had  heen  reminded  that  they  must  not  appear 
at  school  the  following  week  \\itliout  their  application  hlanks 
|)roi>erly  filled  out  as  to  names  of  parents,  addresses,  date  and 
place  of  birth.  On  Monday  morning  Katie  liarnes  arrived, 
irs  streaming  down  her  cheeks.  "What  is  the  trouble?" 
Mi--  (  ireni  inquired,  seeking  to  comfort  her.  "Oh,"  sobbed 
the  little  girl,  "I  forgot  my  excuse  for  being  born." 

<  ).    Henry    always    retained    the    whimsical    sense    of    humor 

which    made   him    quickly    famous.     Shortly   before   his   death   he 

called    on   the    cashier  of    a    New    York    publishing   house,    after 

vainly    writing  several   times    f..r   a   check    which   had   been  prom- 

ax  an  advance  on  his  royal  ti- 

"I'm  sorry."  explained  the  cashier,  "but  Mr.  Blank,  who 
signs  the  checks,  is  laid  up  with  a  Drained  ankle." 

"Hut.  my  dear  sir,"  expostulated  the  author,  "does  he  sign 
them  with  his  feet?" 

'ling  along  the   boardwalk   at    Atlantic   City,   Mr.    Mulli- 
gan,  the  wealthy   retired   contractor,  dropped  a  quarter  through 
k   in   the   planking.      A    friend   came   along   a    minute   later 
and    found    him    squatted    down,     industriously    poking    a    two 
dollar  bill   through   the  treacherous  cranny    with   his    forefinger. 
"Mulligan,    what    the    divvil    ar-re    ye    d'.in'r"    inquired    the 
friend. 

11."  >aid    Mr.    Mulligan.   "I'm   tryin'  to  make  it    wort'   me 
while  'i>  this  board." 

A  captain,  inspecting  his  company  one  morning,  came  to  an 
Irishman  who  evidently  had  not  sha\ed 

"Doyle,"  he  asked,  "how  i>  it  that  you  haven't  shaved  this 
ni'.ri 

Oi    did, 

"HOW    d  -'11    m<-    that    \\ith    the    beard    you    have   on 

your   f 

\\u<    nine   of 

mall   bit    uv   a   !•>  .   an'   it    must    be   thoi    in 

1    .onfuxion    '  '    voine    other    in. in' 


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"Is  that  you,  dear?"  said  a  young  husband  over  the  tele- 
phone. "I  just  called  up  to  say  that  I'm  afraid  I  won't  be 
able  to  get  home  to  dinner  to-night,  as  I  am  detained  at  the 
office." 

"You  poor  dear,"  answered  the  wife  sympathetically.  "I 
don't  wonder.  I  don't  see  how  you  manage  to  get  anything 
done  at  all  with  that  orchestra  playing  in  your  office.  Good- 
by." 

"What  is  the  matter,  dearest?"  asked  the  mother  of  a  small 
girl  who  had  been  discovered  crying  in  the  hall. 

"Somfing  aw ful's  happened,   Mother." 

"Well,  what   is  it,  sweetheart?" 

"My  d'doll-baby  got  away  from  me  and  broked  a  plate  in 
the  pantry." 

A  poor  casual  laborer,  working  on  a  scaffolding,  fell  five 
stories  to  the  ground.  As  his  horrified  mates  rushed  down 
pell-mell  to  his  aid,  he  picked  himself  up,  uninjured,  from  a 
great,  soft  pile  of  sand. 

"Say,  fellers,"  he  murmured  anxiously,  "is  the  boss  mad? 
Tell  him  I  had  to  come  down  anyway  for  a  ball  of  twine." 

Cephas  is  a  darky  come  up  from  Maryland  to  a  border  town 
in  Pennsylvania,  where  he  has  established  himself  as  a  handy 
man  to  do  odd  jobs.  He  is  a  good  worker,  and  sober,  but 
there  are  certain  proclivities  of  his  which  necessitate  a  pretty 
close  watch  on  him.  Not  long  ago  he  was  caught  with  a 
chicken  under  his  coat,  and  was  haled  to  court  to  explain  its 
presence  there. 

"Now,  Cephas,"  said  the  judge  very  kindly,  "you  have  got 
into  a  new  place,  and  you  ought  to  have  new  habits.  We  have 
been  good  to  you  and  helped  you,  and  while  we  like  you  as 
a  sober  and  industrious  worker,  this  other  business  cannot  be 
tolerated.  Why  did  you  take  Mrs.  Gilkie's  chicken?" 

Cephas  was  stumped,  and  he  stood  before  the  majesty  of 
the  law,  rubbing  his  head  and  looking  ashamed  of  himself. 
Finally  he  answered : 

"'Deed,  I  dunno,  Jedge,"  he  explained,  "'ceptin'  't  is  dat 
chickens  is  chickens  and  niggers  is  niggers." 


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GRANDMA— '"Johnny,  I  have  discovered  that  you  have  taken 
more  maple-sugar  than  I  gave  you." 

JOHNNY — "Yes,  Grandma,  I've  been  making  believe  there  was 
another  little  boy  spending  the  day  with  me." 

Mr.  X  was  a  prominent  member  of  the  B.  P.  O.  E.  At  the 
breakfast  table  the  other  morning  he  was  relating  to  his  wife 
an  incident  that  occurred  at  the  lodge  the  previous  night.  The 
president  of  the  order  offered  a  silk  hat  to  the  brother  who 
could  stand  up  and  truthfully  say  that  during  his  married  life 
he  had  never  kissed  any  woman  but  his  own  wife.  "And,  would 
you  believe  it,  Mary? — not  a  one  stood  up."  "George,"  liis 
wife  said,  "why  didn't  you  stand  up?"  "Well,"  he  replied,  "I 
was  going  to,  but  1  know  I  look  like  hell  in  a  silk  hat." 

And   oftentimes   excusing  of  a   fault 

Doth  make  the  fault  the  worse  by  the  excuse, 

As   patches   set   upon   a   little  breach, 

Discredit  more  in    hiding  of  the   fault 

Than  did  the   fault  before  it  was  so  patched. 

— Shakespeare. 

EXPOSURE 

TRAMP — "Lady,   I'm   dying  from   exposure." 

WOM  re  you  a  tramp,  politician  or  financier?" — Judqe. 

EXTORTION 
See  Dressmakers. 

EXTRAVAGANCE 

Tin-re    was    a    ymm    virl    namol    O'Neill, 
Who  wrnt   up  ill   T  ll    \\heel  ; 

Hut    when    half    way   around 

mid, 
And    it    cost    her    an    eighty-cent    meal. 

•iew    that    John    Polkinli 
man  in  town,  hut  nobody  ever  thought  he  was  careless  enough 


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to  marry  Susan  Rankin,  seeing  that  he  had  known  her  for 
years.  For  awhile  they  got  along  fairly  well  but  one  day  after 
five  years  of  it  John  hung  himself  in  the  attic,  where  Susan 
used  to  dry  the  wash  on  rainy  days,  and  a  carpenter,  who 
went  up  to  the  roof  to  do  some  repairs,  found  him  there.  He 
told  Susan,  and  Susan  hurried  up  to  see  about  it,  and,  sure 
enough,  the  carpenter  was  right.  She  stood  looking  at  her 
late  husband  for  about  a  minute — kind  of  dazed,  the  carpenter 
thought — then  she  spoke. 

"Well,  I  declare!"  she  exclaimed.  ''If  he  hasn't  used  my 
new  clothes-line,  and  the  old  would  have  done  every  bit  as 
well !  But,  of  course,  that's  just  like  John  Polkinhorn." 

"The  editor  of  my  paper,"  declared  the  newspaper  business 
manager  to  a  little  coterie  of  friends,  "is  a  peculiar  genius. 
Why,  would  you  believe  it,  when  he  draws  his  weekly  salary  he 
keeps  out  only  one  dollar  for  spending  money  and  sends  the 
rest  to  his  wife  in  Indianapolis!" 

His  listeners — with  one  exception,  who  sat  silent  and  re- 
flective— gave  vent  to  loud  murmurs  of  wonder  and  admira- 
tion. 

"Now,  it  may  sound  thin,"  added  the  speaker,  "but  it  is 
true,  nevertheless." 

"Oh,  I  don't  doubt  it  at  all !"  quickly  rejoined  the  quiet 
one;  "I  was  only  wondering  what  he  does  with  the  dollar!" 

An  Irish  soldier  was  recently  given  leave  of  absence  the 
morning  after  pay  day.  When  his  leave  expired  he  didn't  ap- 
pear. He  was  brought  at  last  before  the  commandant  for  sen- 
tence, and  the  following  dialogue  is  recorded: 

"Well,  Murphy,  you  look  as  if  you  had  had  a  severe  en- 
gagement." 

"Yes,  sur." 

"Have  you  any  money  left?" 

"No,  sur." 

"You  had  $35  when  you  left  the  fort,  didn't  you?" 

"Yes,    sur." 

"What  did   you   do  with  it?" 

"Well,  sur,  I  was  walking  along  and  T  met  a  friend,  and 
we  went  into  a  place  and  spint  $8.  Thin  we  came  out  and  I 


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mllior  friend  and  wo  spint  $8  more,  and  thin  I  come 
out  and  we  met  another  friend  and  we  spint  $8  more,  and 
thin  we  come  out  and  we  met  another  bunch  of  friends,  and 
I  spint  $8  more — and  thin  I  come  home." 

"But,  Murphy,  that  makes  only  $32.  What  did  you  do 
with  the  other  $3?"  Murphy  thought.  Then  he  shook  his 
head  .slo\\  ly  and  said  : 

"I  duiino,  colonel,  I  reckon  I  must  have  squandered  that 
mom-;.  f<  >.  >lislily." 

FAILURES 

Little  Ikcy  came  up  to  his  father  with  a  very  solemn  face. 
"Is  it  true,  father,"  he  asked,  "that  marriage  is  a  failure?" 

His  father  surveyed  him  thoughtfully  for  a  moment.  "Well, 
he  finally  replied,  "If  you  get  a  rich  wife,  it's  almost 
as  good  as  a  failure." 

FAITH 

Faith  is  that  quality  which  leads  a  man  to  expect  that  his 
-  and  garden  will  resemble  the  views  shown  on  the 
packets. — Country  Life  in  America. 

;at  is  faith,  Johnny?"  asks  the  Sunday  school  teacher. 
"I'a    Bays,"   answers  Johnny,   "that    it's   readin'   in    the   papers 
that   the   price   o*   things   has   come   down,   an   cxpectin'  to   find 
it  true   when   the   hills   comes    in." 


I-'aith    is    believing    the    dentist    when    he    says    it    isn't 
to   hurt. 

I    undiTstand    it.    Doctor,    if    I    believe    I'm    well.    I'll    he 
well.     Is  that   the  \'\ 

"I  lien,  if  you  believe  you  air  p.iid.  I   suppose  you'll  be  I 
"Not  necessarily." 

"I'.nt    \\liv    -hi.uldn't     faith    work    as    well    in    <  I 
the 

"\VI:  Me     difference     b.  : 

MM!   having    faith    in   you." — Horace 

Zimmerman. 


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Mother  had  been  having  considerable  argument  with  her 
infant  daughter  as  to  whether  the  latter  was  going  to  be  left 
alum-  in  a  dark  room  to  go  to  sleep.  As  a  clincher,  the  mother 
said :  "There  is  no  reason  at  all  why  you  should  be  afraid 
Remember  that  God  is  here  all  the  time,  and,  besides,  you  have 
your  dolly.  Now  go  to  sleep  like  a  good  little  girl."  Twen- 
ty minutes  later  a  wail  came  from  upstairs,  and  mother  went 
to  the  foot  of  the  stairs  to  pacify  her  daughter.  "Don't  cry," 
she  said ;  "remember  what  I  told  you — God  is  there  with  you 
and  you  have  your  dolly."  "But  I  don't  want  them,"  wailed 
the  baby ;  "I  want  you,  muvver ;  I  want  somebody  here  that 
has  got  a  skin  face  on  them." 

Faith   is   a   fine   invention 

For  gentlemen  who  see ; 
But  Microscopes  are  prudent 

In  an  emergency. 

— Emily  Dickinson. 

FAITHFULNESS 

A  wizened  little  Irishman  applied  for  a  job  loading  a  ship. 
At  first  they  said  he  was  too  small,  but  he  finally  persuaded 
them  to  give  him  a  trial.  He  seemed  to  be  making  good,  and 
they  gradually  increased  the  size  of  his  load  until  on  the  last 
trip  he  was  carrying  a  3OO-pound  anvil  under  each  arm.  When 
he  was  half-way  across  the  gangplank  it  broke  and  the  Irish- 
man fell  in.  With  a  great  splashing  and  spluttering  he  came  to 
the  surface. 

"I 'row  me  a  rope!"  he  shouted,  and  again  sank.  A  second 
time  he  rose  to  the  surface. 

"T'row  me  a  rope,  I  say!"  he  shouted  again.  Once  more  he 
sank.  A  third  time  he  rose  struggling. 

"Say !"  he  spluttered  angrily,  "if  one  uv  you  shpalpeens  don't 
hurry  up  an'  t'row  me  a  rope  I'm  goin'  to  drop  one  uv  these 
damn  t'ings !" 

FAME 

Fame  is  the  fooling  that  you  are  the  constant  subject  of  ad- 
miration on  the  part  of  people  who  are  not  thinking  of  you. 


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Many  a.  man  thinks  he  lias  become  famous  when  he  has 
merely  happened  to  meet  an  editor  who  was  hard  up  for  mate- 
rial. 

Were  not  this  desire  of  fame  very  strong,  the  difficulty  of 
obtaining  it,  and  the  danger  of  losing  it  when  obtained,  would 
be  sufficient  to  deter  a  man  from  so  vain  a  pursuit. — Addisott. 

FAMILIES 

.  sir,  our  household  represents  the  United  Kingdom  of 
Great  Britain,"  said  the  proud  father  of  number  one  to  the 
rector.  "I  am  English,  my  wife's  Irish,  the  nurse  is  Scotch  and 
the  baby  wails." 

Mrs.  O'Flarity  is  a  scrub  lady,  and  she  had  been  absent 
from  her  duties  for  several  days.  Upon  her  return  her  em- 
ployer asked  her  the  reason  for  her  absence. 

"Sure,  I've  been  carin'  for  wan  of  me  sick  children,"  she  re- 
plied. 

"And  how  many  children  have  you,  Mrs.  O'Flarity?"  he 
asked. 

"Siven  in  all,"  she  replied.  "Four  by  the  third  wife  of  me 
second  husband ;  three  by  the  second  wife  of  me  furst." 

A  man  descended  from  an  excursion  train  and  was  wearily 
making  his  way  to  the  street-car,  followed  by  his  wife  and 
fourteen  children,  when  a  policeman  touched  him  on  the  shoul- 
der and  said: 

"Come  along  wid  me." 
hat  for?" 

ncd  if  I  know;  but  when  yi-'rc  lucked  up  I'll  go  back 
and  find  out  why  that  crowd  was  following  ye." 

FAREWELLS 

Happy   are   we  met,   Happy  have   we  been, 

Happy   may    we   part,   and    Happy  meet  again. 

!car  old  citizen   went  to  the  cars  the  other  day  to  see 
'lighter  off  on  a  journey.     Securing  her  a  seat  he  passed 


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out  of  the  car  and  went  around  to  the  car  window  to  say  a  last 
parting  word.  While  he  was  leaving  the  car  the  daughter 
crossed  the  aisle  to  speak  to  a  friend,  and  at  the  same  time 
a  grim  old  maid  took  the  seat  and  moved  up  to  the  window. 

Unaware  of  the  change  the  old  gentleman  hurriedly  put  his 
head  up  to  the  window  and  said:  "One  more  kiss,  pet." 

In  another  instant  the  point  of  a  cotton  umbrella  was  thrust 
from  the  window,  followed  by  the  wrathful  injunction:  "Scat, 
you  gray-headed  wretch !" 

"I  am  going  to  make  my  farewell  tour  in  Shakespeare.  What 
shall  be  the  play?  Hamlet?  Macbeth?" 

"This  is  your  sixth  farewell  tour,  I  believe." 

"Well,   yes." 

"I   would  suggest  "Much  Adieu  About  Nothing." 

"Farewell !" 

For  in  that  word — that  fatal  word — howe'er 

We  promise — hope — believe — there  breathes  despair. 

— Byron. 

FASHION 

There  are  two  kinds  of  women:  The  fashionable  ones  and 
those  who  are  comfortable. — Tom  P.  Morgan. 

There  had  been  a  dressmaker  in  the  house  and  Minnie  had 
listened  to  long  discussions  about  the  very  latest  fashions.  That 
night  when  she  said  her  prayers,  she  added  a  new  petition, 
uttered  with  unwonted  fervency: 

"And,  dear  Lord,  please  make  us  all  very  stylish." 

Nothing  is  thought  rare 

Which  is  not  new,  and  follow'd ;  yet  we  know 
That  what  was  worn  some  twenty  years  ago 
Comes  into  grace  again. 

— Beaumont  and  1'lctclicr. 

As  Rood  be  out  of  the  World  as  out  of  the  Fashion. — Colley 
Gibber. 


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FATE 

1  ate   hit    me    very    hard    one    day. 
I   cried:    "What   is   my    fault? 
What  have  I   done?     What  causes,  pray, 
This    unprovoked   assault?" 
She   paused,    then    said:    "Darned    if    I    know; 
I  really  can't  explain." 
I  hen  just  before  she  turned  to  go 
She  whacked  me  once  again  ! 

—  La  Touchc  Hancock. 

So  in  the  Libyan   fable  it  is  told 

That   once  an   eagle   stricken   with  a  dart, 

Said,  when  he  saw   the  fashion  of  the  shaft, 

"With  i.nr  own   feathers,  not  by  others'  hands. 
Are   we   now  smitten." 


FATHERS 

A  director  of  one  of  the  great  transcontinental  railroads  was 
showing  his  three-year-old  daughter  the  pictures  in  a  work  on 
natural  history.  Pointing  to  a  picture  of  a  zebra,  he  asked  the 
baby  to  tell  him  what  it  represented.  Baby  answered  "Coty." 

Pointing  to  a  picture  of  a  tiger  in  the  same  way,  she  answered 
I  irn  a  lion,  and  she  answered  "Doggy."     Elated  with 
her  seeming  quick  perception,  he  then  turned  to  the  picture  of 
a  Chimpanzee  and  said  : 
\v,   what   is  this?" 

"Papa." 


FAULTS 

Women's    faults   are    many, 
Men   have  only  two — 

••.thiny    the\    say, 
And    i-\erythiiitf    i 

— Lc  Crabbe. 


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FEES 
See  Tips. 

FEET 

BIG  MAN  (with  a  grouch) — "Will  you  be  so  kind  as  to  get 
off  my  feet?" 

LITTLE  MAN   (with  a  bundle) — "I'll  try,  sir.  Is  it  much  of  a 

walk?" 

FIGHTING 

"Who  gave  ye  th'  black  eye,   Jim?" 

"Nobody  give  it  t'  me;  I  had  t'  fight  fer  it." — Life. 

"There !  You  have  a  black  eye,  and  your  nose  is  bruised, 
and  your  coat  is  torn  to  bits,"  said  Mamma,  as  her  youngest 
appeared  at  the  door.  "How  many  times  have  I  told  you  not 
to  play  with  that  bad  Jenkins  boy?" 

"Now,  look  here,  Mother,"  said  Bobby,  "do  I  look  as  if 
we'd  been  playing?" 

Two  of  the  leading  attorneys  of  Memphis,  who  had  been 
warm  friends  for  years,  happened  to  be  opposing  counsel  in  a 
case  some  time  ago.  The  older  of  the  two  was  a  man  of  mag- 
nificent physique,  almost  six  feet  four,  and  built  in  proportion, 
while  the  younger  was  barely  five  feet  and  weighed  not  more 
than  ninety  pounds. 

In  the  course  of  his  argument  the  big  man  unwittingly  made 
some  remark  that  aroused  the  ire  of  his  small  adversary.  A 
moment  later  he  felt  a  great  pulling  and  tugging  at  his  coat 
tails.  Looking  down,  he  was  greatly  astonished  to  see  his 
opponent  wildly  gesticulating  and  dancing  around  him. 

"What  on  earth  are  you  trying  to  do  * there,  Dudley?"  he 
asked. 

"By  Gawd,  suh,  I'm   fightin',  suh!" 

An  Irishman  boasted  that  he  could  lick  any  man  in  Boston, 
yes,  Massachusetts,  and  finally  he  added  New  England.  When 
he  came  to,  he  said :  "I  tried  to  cover  too  much  territory." 


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"Dose  Irish  make  me  sick,  alvays  talking  about  vat  gread 
re,"  said  a  Teutonic  resident  of  llol>oken,  with 
jjreat  contempt.  "\  hy.  at  Minna's  vedding  der  odder  nighd  dot 
drunken  Mike-  O'Hooligan  butted  in,  und  me  und  mein  brudcr, 
und  mein  cousin  l-'ritz  und  mein  frient  Louie  Hartmann— vhy, 
\e  pretty  near  kicked  him  oudt  of  der  house!" 

VILLAGE  GROCER — "What    are   you   running   for,    sonny?" 
BOY — "I'm  tryin'  to  keep  two  fellers  from  fightin'." 
VILLA<;K    GROCER— "Who   are   the    fellows?" 
liny— "Bill   Perkins  and  me  !"— I'm  A-. 

An  a.ucd.  gray-haired  and  very  wrinkled  old  woman,  arrayed 
in  the  outlandish  calico  costume  of  the  mountains,  was  sum- 
moned as  a  witness  in  court  to  tell  what  she  knew  about  a  fight 
in  her  house.  She  took  the  witness-stand  with  evidences  of 
backwardness  and  proverbial  Bourbon  verdancy.  The  Judge 
asked  her  in  a  kindly  voice  what  took  place.  She  insisted 
it  did  not  amount  to  much,  but  the  Judtje  by  bis  pcrsi-tency 
finally  got  her  to  tell  the  story  of  the  bloody  fracas. 

"Now,  I  tell  ye,  Jedge,  it  didn't  amount  to  nuthn*.  The 
fust  I  knowed  about  it  was  when  Bill  Saunder  called  Tom 
Smith  a  liar,  en  Tom  knocked  him  down  with  a  stick  o'  wood 
One  o'  Bill's  friends  then  cut  Tom  with  a  knife,  slicin'  a  big 
chunk  out  o'  him.  Then  Sam  Jones,  who  was  a  friend  of  Tom's, 
shot  the  other  feller  and  two  more  shot  him.  en  three  or  four 
cut  riijit  smart  by  somebody.  That  nachly  caused 
some  excitement,  Jedge,  en  then  they  commenced  fightin'." 

n  to  say  such  a  physical  wreck  as  he  gave  you 
that    black    cy  1    the    magistrate. 

ur  honor,   he  physical    wreck   till   aft 

DC  tin-  bl.  replied   the  complaining  wife. — London 

<;/•/». 

•^  man  dining  al"ii.  :  dcrod 

!    live    lob                   lien    the    \\aiter  put    it    on    the    table    it 

minus    <>•  < 

pn>mptly    kicked.      Tin-  -there 

had  I.e.  ii  a  light  in  tin    kitchen  hei  I  be  Other 


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one  had  torn  off  one  of  the  claws  of  this  lobster  and  had  eaten 
it.  The  young  man  pushed  the  lobster  over  toward  the  waiter. 
"Take  it  away,"  he  said  wearily,  "and  bring  me  the  winner." 

There  never  was  a  good  war  or  a  bad  peace. — Benjamin 
Franklin. 

The  master-secret  in  righting  is  to  strike  once,  but  in  the 
right  place. — John  C.  Snaith. 

FINANCE 

Willie  had  a  savings  bank; 
'Twas  made  of  painted  tin. 
He  passed  it  'round  among  'the  boys, 
Who  put  their  pennies  in. 

Then    Willie    wrecked    that    bank    and    bought 
Sweetmeats  and  chewing  gum. 
And    to   the   other    envious    lads 
He  never  offered  some. 

"What  will  we  do?"  his  mother  said: 
"It  is  a  sad  mischance." 
His   father   said:   "We'll  cultivate 
His  gift  for  high  finance." 

— Washington  Star. 

HICKS — "I've  got  to  borrow  $200  somewhere." 

WICKS — "Take  my  advice  and  borrow  $300  while  you  are 
about  it." 

"But  I  only  need  $200." 

"That  doesn't  make  any  difference.  Borrow  $300  and  pay 
back  $100  of  it  in  two  installments  at  intervals  of  a  month  or 
so.  Then  the  man  that  you  borrow  from  will  think  he  is  going 
to  get  the  rest  of  it." 

It  is  said  J.  P.  Morgan  could  raise  $10,000,000  on  his  check 
any  minute;  but  the  man  who  is  raising  a  large  family  on  $9 
a  week  is  a  greater  financier  than  Morgan. 


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To  modernize  an  old  prophecy,  "out  of  the  mouths  of  babes 
shall  come  much  worldly  wisdom."  Mr.  K.  has  two  boys  whom 
he  dearly  loves.  One  day  he  gave  each  a  dollar  to  spend.  After 
much  bargaining,  they  brought  home  a  wonderful  four-wheeled 
steamboat  and  a  beautiful  train  of  cars.  For  awhile  the  trans- 
portation business  flourished,  and  all  was  well,  but  one  day 
Craig  explained  to  his  father  that  while  business  had  been 
good,  he  could  do  much  better  if  he  only  had  the  capital  to 
buy  a  train  of  cars  like  Joe's.  His  arguments  must  have  been 
good,  for  the  money  was  forthcoming.  Soon  after,  little  Joe, 
with  probably  less  logic  but  more  loving,  became  possessed  of 
a  dollar  to  buy  a  steamboat  like  Craig's.  But  Mr.  K.,  who  had 
furnished  the  additional  capital,  looked  in  vain  for  the  im- 
proved service.  The  new  rolling  stock  was  not  in  evidence,  and 
explanations  were  vague  and  unsatisfactory,  as  is  often  the 
case  in  the  railroad  game  at  which  men  play.  It  took  a  stern 
court  of  inquiry  to  develop  the  fact  that  the  railroad  and  steam- 
ship had  simply  changed  hands — and  at  a  mutual  profit  of 
one  hundred  per  cent.  And  Mr.  K.,  as  he  told  his  neighbor, 
said  it  was  worth  that  much  to  know  that  his  boys  would  not 
need  much  of  a  legacy  from  him.— P.  A.  Kershaw. 


An  old  artisan  who  prided  himself  on  his  ability  to  drive 
a  close  bargain  contracted  to  paint  a  huge  barn  in  the  neigh- 
borhood for  the  small  sum  of  twelve  dollars. 

"Why  on  earth  did  you  agree  to  do  it  for  so  little?"  his 
brother  inquired. 

"Well,"  said  the  old  painter,  "you  see,  the  owner  is  a 
mighty  onreliable  man.  If  I'd  said  I'd  charge  him  twenty- 
five  dollars,  likely  he'd  ha\e  only  paid  me  nineteen.  And  if  I 
Ive  dollars,  he  may  not  pay  me  but  nine.  So  I 
'•it  it  over,  and  decided  to  paint  it  for  twelve  dollars,  so 
I  wouldn't  lose  so  much." 


FINGER-BOWLS 

the  third 

time    I'\e    had    to    tell    yr.ii    al>out    the    '  Didifi    the 

!;idv    \iiti    1  'for    ha  il>lc?" 


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BRIDGET — "No,  mum;  her  friends  always  washed  their  hands 
before  they  came." 

FIRE  DEPARTMENTS 

Clang,  clatter,  bang!     Down  the  street  came  the  fire  engines. 

Driving  along  ahead,  oblivious  of  any  danger,  was  a  farmer 
in  a  ramshackle  old  buggy.  A  policeman  yelled  at  him :  "Hi  there, 
look  out !  The  fire  department's  coming." 

Turning  in  by  the  curb  the  farmer  watched  the  hose  cart, 
salvage  wagon  and  engine  whiz  past.  Then  he  turned  out  into 
the  street  again  and  drove  on.  Barely  had  he  started  when  the 
hook  and  ladder  came  tearing  along.  The  rear  wheel  of  the 
big  truck  slewed  into  the  farmer's  buggy,  smashing  it  to  smith- 
ereens and  sending  the  farmer  sprawling  into  the  gutter.  The 
policeman  ran  to  his  assistance. 

"Didn't  I  tell  ye  to  keep  out  of  the  way?"  he  demanded  cross- 
ly. "Didn't  I  tell  ye  the  fire  department  was  comin'?" 

"Wall,  consarn  ye,"  said  the  peeved  farmer,  "I  did  git  outer 
the  way  for  th'  fire  department.  But  what  in  tarnation  was  them 
drunken  painters  in  sech  an  all-fired  hurry  fer?" 

Two  Irishmen  fresh  from  Ireland  had  just  landed  in  New 
York  and  engaged  a  room  in  the  top  story  of  a  hotel.  Mike, 
being  very  sleepy,  threw  himself  on  the  bed  and  was  soon  fast 
asleep.  The  sights  were  so  new  and  strange  to  Pat  that  he  sat 
at  the  window  looking  out.  Soon  an  alarm  of  fire  was  rung  in 
and  a  fire-engine  rushed  by  throwing  up  sparks  of  fire  and 
clouds  of  smoke.  This  greatly  excited  Pat,  who  called  to  his 
comrade  to  get  up  and  come  to  the  window,  but  Mike  was 
fast  asleep.  Another  engine  soon  followed  the  first,  spouting 
smoke  and  fire  like  the  former.  This  was  too  much  for  poor 
Pat,  who  rushed  excitedly  to  the  bedside,  and  shaking  his  friend 
called  loudly: 

"Mike,  Mike,  wake  up!  They  are  moving  Hell,  and  two 
loads  have  gone  by  already." 

FIRE   ESCAPES 

Fire  escape:  A  steel  stairway  on  the  exterior  of  a  building, 
erected  after  a  FIRE  to  ESCAPE  the  law. 


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FIRES 

"I key,  I  hear  you  had  a  fire  last  Thursday." 
"Sh  !     Next  Thursday." 

FIRST  AID  IN   ILLNESS  AND  INJURY 

The  father  of  the  family  hurried  to  the  telephone  and  called 
up  the  family  physician.  "Our  little  boy  is  sick,  Doctor,"  he 
said,  "so  please  come  at  once." 

'  1  can't  get  over  much  under  an  hour,"  said  the  doctor. 

"Oh  please  do,  Doctor.  You  see,  my  wife  has  a  book  on 
'What  to  Do  Before  the  Doctor  Comes,'  and  I'm  so  afraid 
she'll  do  it  before  you  get  here!" 

NIKSE  GIRL— "Oh,  ma'am,  what  shall  I  do?  The  twins  have 
fallen  down  the  well!" 

.  I-  I'AKKNT— "IVar  me'  how  annoying!  Just  go  into 
the  library  and  get  the  last  number  of  The  Modern  Mother's 
M(i^<iciiic;  it  contains  an  article  on  'How  to  Bring  Up  Chil- 
dren.' " 

AT  A  NEW  YORK  HOSPITAL — "What  brought  you  to 
this  dreadful  condition?     Were  you  run  over  by  a  street-car?" 
PATIENT — "No,  sir;  1  fainted,  and  was  brought  to  by  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Society  of   I-irst  Aid  to  the  Injured." — Life. 

A  prominent  physician  was  recently  called  to  his  telephone 
I  a  a  colored  woman  formerly  in  the  service  of  his  wife.  In 
lion  the  woman  ad  vised  the  physician  'hat  her 
iiild  was  in  a  bad  way. 

"\\hat   semis  to  In-  tin-  trouble?"  asked  the  doctor. 

"Doc,   she  done   swallered    a   bottle   of   ink!" 

"I'll  be  over  there  in  a  short  while  to  see  her."  sail  the  doc- 
tor. "Have  you  done  any  thing  i..r  1 

"1  done  give  her  three  pieces  o'  blottin'-paper.  Doc,"  said 
ihi-  colored  -.\oinan  doubtfully. 

I  ISM 

A  man  went  into  a  restaurant  recently  and  -.ii1.  "<ii\e  me  a 
half  do/en 

'    the    waiter,   "but    ue's   .11    out    o'    shell 
ah.  Yeptin'  «  ggs." 


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Little  Elizabeth  and  her  mother  were  having  luncheon  to- 
gether, and  the  mother,  who  always  tried  to  impress  facts  upon 
her  young  daughter,  said  : 

"These  little  sardines,  Kli/abcth,  are  sometimes  eaten  by  the 
larger  fish." 

Elizabeth  gazed  at  the  sardines  in  wonder,  and  then  asked : 

"But,  mother,  how  do  the  large  fish  get  the  cans  open?" 


FISHERMEN 

At  the  birth  of  President  Cleveland's  second  child  no  scales 
could  be  found  to  weigh  the  baby.  Finally  the  scales  that  the 
President  always  used  to  weigh  the  fish  he  caught  on  his  trips 
were  brought  up  from  the  cellar,  and  the  child  was  found  to 
weigh  twenty-five  pounds. 

"Doin'  any  good?"  asked  the  curious  individual  on  the 
bridge. 

'Any  good?"  answered  the  fisherman,  in  the  creek  below. 
"Why  I  caught  forty  bass  out  o'  here  yesterday." 

"Say,  do  you  know  who  I  am?"  asked  the  man  on  the 
bridge. 

The  fisherman  replied  that  he  did  not. 

"Well,  I  am  the  county  fish  and  game  warden." 

The  angler,  after  a  moment's  thought,  exclaimed,  "Say,  do 
you  knov  who  I  am?" 

"No,'   the  officer  replied. 

"Well.  I'm  the  biggest  liar  in  eastern  Indiana,"  said  the 
crafty  angler,  with  a  grin. 

A  youm  lady  who  had  returned  from  a  tour  through  Italy 
with  her  father  informed  a  friend  that  he  liked  all  the  Italian 
cities,  but  nost  of  all  he  loved  Venice. 

"Ah,  Verice,  to  be  sure!"  said  the  friend.  "I  can  readily 
understand  taat  your  father  would  like  Venice,  with  'its  gon- 
dolas, and  St.  Markscs  and  Michelangelos." 

"Oh,  no,"  the  young  lady  interrupted,  "it  wasn't  that.  He 
liked  it  becatse  he  could  sit  in  the  hotel  and  fish  from  the 
window." 


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Smith  the  other  day  went  fishing.  He  caught  nothing,  so 
on  his  way  back  home  he  telephoned  to  his  provision  dealer  to 
send  a  dozen  of  bass  around  to  his  house. 

Me  got  home  late  himself.  His  wife  said  to  him  on  his  ar- 
rival : 

-Well,    what    luck?" 

plendid   luck,    of   course,"   he    replied.     "Didn't   the 
boy  bring  that  dozen  bass  I   gave  him?" 

Mrs.   Smith   started.     Then  she  smiled. 

"Well,  yes,   I  suppose  he  did,"   she  said.  "There  they  are." 

And  she  showed  poor  Smith  a  dozen  bottles  of  Bass's  ale. 

'Y..u'll  be  a  man  like  one  of  us  some  day,"  said  the  pat- 
ronizing sportsman  to  a  lad  who  was  throwing  his  line  into 
the  same  stream. 

"Yes,  sir,"  he  answered,  "I  s'pose  I  will  some  day,  but  I 
b'lieve  I'd  rather  stay  small  and  ketch  a  few  fish." 

The  more  worthless  a  man,  the  more  fish   he  can  catch. 

As  no  man  is  born  an  artist,  so  no  man  is  born  an  angler. 

—Izaak  Walton. 

FISHING 

A    man    was   telling   some    friends    about   a   proposed    fishing 
trip  to  a   lake  in   Colorado  which  he  had  in  contemplation. 
"An-    tin-re    any    trout    out    there:"   asked    orfe    friend. 
"  I  h  on  sands  of  'em."   replied    Mr.   Wharry. 

they    bite    ea-ily?"   a-ked    another    friend. 
"Will    tli-  Mr.    Wharry.      "Why    they're    absolutely 

\    man   ha-   to  bide  beliind   a  ait   a   book." 

•"Now  how  do  you    s|||,p,,M.    N'oab   spent    the  time  in  the  ark 
during  the   flood?"  the   Sunday-school    teacher   a 

d    Willie. 
Mturrd    I  >i,  1. 

"Humph  •  ontemptr  \  would    be   fine 

fisliin'    wid    only    tw«>    worms,    wouldn't 


i. .4  T  O  J  -V  7  /  A' '  .V     //  ANDBOO  K 

The  late  Justice  Brewer  was  with  a  party  of  New  York 
friends  on  a  fishing  trip  in  the  . \dinmdacks.  and  around  the 
camp  fire  one  evening  the  talk  naturally  ran  on  big  fish.  When 
it  came  his  turn  the  jurist  began,  uncertain  as  to  how  he  was 
going  to  come  out : 

"We  were  fishing  one  time  on  the  Grand  Banks  for — er — 
for " 

"Whales,"  somebody  suggested. 

"No,"  said  the  Justice,  "we  were  baiting  with  whales." 

"Lo,  Jim  !     Fishin'  ?" 
"Naw ;   drowning  worms." 

We  may  say  of  angling  as  Dr.  Boteler  said  of  strawberries: 

"Doubtless  God  could  have  made  a  better  berry,  but  doubtless 

God  never  did";  and  so   (if  I  might  be  judge),  God  never  did 

make    a    more    calm,    quiet,    innocent    recreation    than    angling. 

—Izaok  Walton. 

FLATS 

"Hello,  Tom,  old  man,  got  your  new  flat  fitted  up  yet?" 
"Not  quite,"  answered  the  friend.    "Say,  do  you  know  where 
I   can   buy   a   folding  toothbrush?" 

She  hadn't  told  her  mother  yet  of  their  first  quarrel,  but 
she  took  refuge  in  a  flood  of  tears. 

"Before  we  were  married  you  said  you'd  lay  down  your  life 
for  me,"  she  sobbed. 

"I  know  it,"  he  returned  solemnly;  "but  this  confounded  flat 
is  so  tiny  that  there's  no  place  to  lay  anything  down." 

FLATTERY 

With  a  sigh  she  laid  down  the  magazine  article  upon  Daniel 
O'Connell.  "The  day  of  great  men,"  she  said,  "is  gone  for- 
ever." 

"But  the  day  of  beautiful   women   is  not,"  he   responded. 

She  smiled  and  blushed.  "I  was  only  joking,"  she  explained, 
hurriedly. 


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MAGISTRATE  (about  to  commit  for  trial}—  "You  certainly  ef- 
fected the  robbery  in  a  remarkably  ingenious  way;  in  fact,  with 
quite  exceptional  cunning." 

PRISON r.R — "Now,  yer  honor,  no  flattery,  please;  no  flattery, 
1  begs  yer." 

OLD  MAID — "But  why  should  a  great  strong  man  like  you 
be  found  begging?" 

\V.\YF.\KI  K— "Dear  lady,  it  is  the  only  profession  I  know  in 
which  a  gentleman  can  address  a  beautiful  woman  without  an 
introduction." 

William   was  said   to   be  the   ugliest,   though  the  most 

lovable,  man  in   Louisiana.     On  returning  to  the  plantation  after 

a    >hort    ah-ence,   his  brother   said: 

"Willie.  I  met  in  New  Orleans  a  Mrs.  Forrester  who  is  a 
great  admirer  of  yours.  She  said,  though,  that  it  wasn't  so 
much  the  brilliancy  of  your  mental  attainments  as  your  mar- 
velous physical  and  facial  beauty  which  charmed  and  delighted 

"Kdmund."  cried  William  earnestly,  "that  is  a  wicked  lie, 
but  tell  it  to  me  again  !" 

"You  so  m  to  be  an  able-bodied  man.  You  ought  to  be 
'•troiig  enough  to  work." 

"1  know.  mum.  And  \  on  stvin  to  l.e  beautiful  enough  to 
go  on  ll  ''lit  <-\idently  you  prefer  the  simple  I 

r    that     spe«  «  h    lie    gut    a    s«piare    meal    and    no    reference 
to  the  woodpile. 

that    men's   ears    -ii,,uM   be 

but    not    lo    tlatt< 

— Shakespeare. 

II  ' 


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FLIRTATION 

It  sometimes  takes  a  girl  a  long  time  to  learn  that  a  flirta- 
tion is  attention  without  intention. 

"There's  a  belief  that  summer  girls  are  always  fickle." 
"Yes,  I  got  engaged  on  that  theory,  but  it  looks  as  if  I'm 
in  for  a  wedding  or  a  breach  of  promise  suit." 

A  teacher  in  one  of  the  primary  grades  of  the  public  school 
had  noticed  a  striking  platonic  friendship  that  existed  between 
Tommy  and  little  Mary,  two  of  her  pupils. 

Tommy  was  a  bright  enough  youngster,  but  he  wasn't  dis- 
posed to  prosecute  his  studies  with  much  energy,  and  his  teach- 
er said  that  unless  he  stirred  himself  before  the  end  of  the 
year  he  wouldn't  be  promoted. 

"You  must  study  harder,"  she  told  him,  "or  you  won't  pass. 
How  would  you  like  to  stay  back  in  this  class  another  year 
and  have  little  Mary  go  ahead  of  you?" 

"Ah,"  said  Tommy.     "I  guess  there'll  be  other  little  Marys." 

FLOWERS 

Lulu  was  watching  her  mother  working  among  the  flowers. 
"Mama,  I  know  why  flowers  grow,"  she  said;  "they  want  to 
get  out  of  the  dirt." 

FOOD 

A  man  went  into  a  southern  restaurant  not  long  ago  and 
asked  for  a  piece  of  old-fashioned  Washington  pie.  The  wait- 
er, not  understanding  and  yet  unwilling  to  concede  his  lack 
of  knowledge,  brought  the  customer  a  piece  of  chocolate  cake. 

"No,  no,  my  friend,"  said  the  smiling  man.  "I  meant  George 
Washington,  not  Booker  Washington." 

One  day  a  pastor  was  calling  upon  a  dear  old  lady,  one  of  the 
"pillars"  of  the  church  to  which  they  both  belonged.  As  he 
thought  of  her  long  and  useful  life,  and  looked  upon  her  sweet, 
placid  countenance  bearing  but  few  tokens  of  her  ninety-two 


T  O  A  S  1 1-  k  '  S     HANDBOOK  197 

years  of  earthly  pilgrimage,  he  was  moved  to  ask  her,  "My 
dear  Mrs.  S.,  what  has  been  the  chief  source  of  your  strength 
and  sustenance  during  all  these  years?  What  has  appealed  to 
you  as  the  real  basis  of  your  unusual  vigor  of  mind  and  body, 
and  has  been  to  you  an  unfailing  comfort  through  joy  and 
sorrow?  Tell  me,  that  I  may  pass  the  secret  on  to  others,  and, 
if  possible,  profit  by  it  myself." 

The  old  lady  thought  a  moment,  then  lifting  her  eyes,  dim 
with  age,  yet  kindling  with  sweet  memories  of  the  past,  an- 
swered briefly,  "Victuals." — Sarah  L.  Tenney. 


A  girl  reading  in  a  paper  that  fish  was  excellent  brain-food 
wrote  to  the  editor: 

Dear  Sir:  Seeing  as  you  say  how  fish  is  good  for  the 
brains,  what  kind  of  fish  shall  I  eat? 

To  this  the  editor  replied: 

Dear  Kfiss:  Judging  from  the  composition  of  your  letter  I 
should  advise  you  to  eat  a  whale. 


A  hungry  customer  seated  himself  at  a  table  in  a  quick-lunch 
restaurant  and  ordered  a  chicken  pie.  When  it  arrived  he 
raised  the  lid  and  sat  gazing  at  the  contents  intently  for  a 
while.  Finally  he  called  the  waiter. 

"Look  here,  Sam,"  he  said,  "what  did   I  order?" 

"Chicken   pie,   sah." 

1   what    have  you  brought  me?" 

"Chicken  pie.  *ah ." 

"Chicken  pie,  you  black  rascal !"  the  customer  replied. 
"Chicken  pie?  Why.  (lure's  not  a  piece  of  chicken  in  it.  and 
never 

lit,   boss — dcy   ain't  no  chicken   in    it." 

"'I  lien  why  <!<>  yon  call  it  chicken  pic?  I  never  heard  of 
such  a  tl 

"Dat's  all  right,  boss.  Dey  don't  have  to  be  no  chicken  in 
a  cluY  n  a  <l"isr  I'i-cnit.  is  dcy?" 


Sec  also  Dining. 


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FOOTBALL 

His   SISTF.K  —  "His   nose   seems   broken." 

His  FIANCEE  —  "And  he's  lost  his  front  teeth." 

His  MOTHER—  "But  he  didn't  drop  the  ball  !"—  Life. 


FORECASTING 

A  lady  in  a  southern  town  was  approached  by  her  colored 
maid. 

"Well,  Jenny?"  she  asked,  seeing  that  something  was  in  the 
air. 

"Please,  Mis'  Mary,  might  I  have  the  aft'noon  off  three  weeks 
frum  Wednesday?"  Then,  noticing  an  undecided  look  in  her 
mistress's  face,  she  added  hastily  —  "I  want  to  go  to  my  finance's 
fun'ral." 

"Goodness  me,"  answered  the  lady  —  "Your  fiance's  funeral  ! 
Why,  you  don't  know  that  he's  even  going  to  die,  let  alone  the 
date  of  his  funeral.  That  is  something  we  can't  any  of  us 
be  sure  about  —  when  we  are  going  to  die." 

"Yes'm/  said  the  girl  doubtfully.  Then,  with  a  triumphant 
note  in  her  voice  —  "I'se  sure  about  him,  Mis',  'cos  he's  goin' 
to  be  hung!" 

FORESIGHT 

"They  tell  me  you're  working  'ard  night  an'  day,  Sarah?" 
her  bosom  friend  Ann  said. 

."Yes,"  returned  Sarah.     "I'm  under  bonds  to  keep  the  peace 
for  pullin'  the  whiskers  out  of  that  old  scoundrel  of  a  husban' 
of  mine,  and  the  Magistrate  said  that  if  I  come  afore  'im  ag'in, 
or  laid  me  'ands  on  the  old  man,  he'd  fine  me  forty  shillin's!" 
"And    so   you're   working   'ard   to   keep   out   of  mischief?" 
"Not  much;  I'm  workin'  'ard  to  save  up  the   fine!1' 

"Mike,  I  wish  I  knew  where  I   was  goin'  to  die.     I'd  give 
a  thousand  dollars  to  know  the  place   where   I'm  goin'  to  die." 
"Well,  Pat,  what  good  would  it  do  if  yez  knew?" 
"Lots,"  said  Pat.     "Slum-   I'd  never  go  near  thot  place." 


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At  a  little  town  in  southern  Texafl  a  campaign  address  de- 
livered liy  William  J.  I'.ryan  \va>  received  with  the  wildest  cn- 
iii.  At  its  close  an  excited  young  woman  rushed  up  and 
asked  permisxj,,n  t<»  ki-s  the  orator.  The  emharrassed  politi- 
cian declined  the  salute  politely  but  firmly.  When  they  had 
left  the  town  one  of  the  gentlemen  who  accompanied  Mr. 
r.ryan  took  him  to  task  for  his  lack  of  gallantry  and  expressed 

,irs   that    the    Texans   might    resent    Mr.    Bryan's   action. 
"Well."   replied    Mr.    IJryan    with   a  glance  at   his    wife,   who 
In    the   party.   "I    shall   he   in    Texas   only   a    few    days,   but 
I   .shall   he   \\itli    Mrs.   Bryan   all  my  life." 


There  once   was  a  pious  young  priest. 
Who    lived   almost   wholly   on  yeast; 

."   he   said,   "it   is   plain 
We    must    all    rise    again, 
And  I   want  to  get  started,  at  k-ast." 


IRGE1  I  I'LNESS 
Sec  Memory. 

I  •<  >RTUNE    HUNTERS 

I  lik    I-AI  111  u—  "So    my    daughter    has    consented    to    become 
your  wife.      lla\e  you   fixed  the  day  of  the   wedding?" 

"I    will    leave    that    to    my    fiaiu 
II.    K — "Will    you    have    a    church    or    a    private    wedding?" 

'Her    mother    can    decide    that, 
II.   I-'.— "What  have  you  to  live  on?" 
S.— "I    will    leave    that    entirely    to   you, 

Tin-  ••ntineiital    kingdom    was    int"..innd 

government   that    om-   of   hi-   »  ..unti  \  \\"iiu  n.   supposed   to 

l|g    in   (iir.il    Britain,  had  been   left   a  'lie       Alter 

advertising     without     result,     lie     applied     to    the     police,     and     a 

•I     ll"U      1 

mid   the 


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"Good!     Where  is  she?" 

"At  my  place.     I  married  her  yesterday." 

"I   would  die  for  you,"  said  the  rich  suitor. 
"How  soon?"  asked  the  practical  girl. 

HE— "I'd  like  to  meet  Miss  Bond." 

SHE— "Why?" 

"I  hear  she  has  thirty  thousand  a  year  and  no  incumbrance." 

"Is  she  looking  for  one?" — Life. 

MAUDE — "I've  just  heard  of  a  case  where  a  man  married 
a  girl  on  his  deathbed  so  she  could  have  his  millions  when 
he  was  gone.  Could  you  love  a  girl  like  that?" 

JACK— "That's  just  the  kind  of  a  girl  I  could  love.  What's 
her  address?" 

"Yes,"  said  the  old  man  to  his  young  visitor,  "I  am  proud 
of  my  girls,  and  would  like  to  see  them  comfortably  married, 
and  as  I  have  made  a  little  money  they  will  not  go  penniless 
to  their  husbands.  There  is  Mary,  twenty-five  years  old,  and 
a  really  good  girl.  I  shall  give  her  $1,000  when  she  marries. 
Then  comes  Bet,  who  won't  see  thirty-five  again,  and  I  shall 
give  her  $3,000,  and  the  man  who  takes  Eli/.a,  who  is  forty, 
will  have  $5,ooo  with  her." 

The  young  man  reflected  for  a  moment  and  then  inquired: 
"You  haven't  one  about  fifty,  have  you?" 

FOUNTAIN  PENS 

"Fust  time  you've  ever  milked  a  cow,  is  it?"  said  Uncle  Josh 
to  his  visiting  nephew.  "Wai,  y'  do  it  a  durn  sight  better'n 
most  city  fellers  do." 

"It  seems  to  come  natural  somehow,"  said  the  youth,  flush- 
ing with  pleasure.  "I've  had  a  good  deal  of  practice  with  a 
fountain  pen." 

"Percy"  asks  if  we  know  anything  which  will  change  the 
color  of  the  fingers  when  they  have  become  yellow  from  cig- 
arette smoking. 

He  might  try  using  one  of  the  inferior  makes  of  fountain  pens. 


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FOURTH   OF   JULY 

"You  are  in  favor  of  a  safe  and    sane    Fourth   of  July?" 

Vis,"  replied  Mr.  (irowclier.     "We  ought  to  have  that  kind 
of  a  day  at  least  once  a  year." 

One  Fourth  of  July  night  in  London,  the  Empire  Music  Hall 
advertised  .special  attractions  to  American  visitors.  All  over 
the  auditorium  the  Union  Jack  and  Stars  and  Stripes  enfolded 
one  another,  and  at  the  interludes  were  heard  "Yankee  Doodle" 
and  "Hail  Columbia,"  while  a  quartette  sang  "Down  upon  the 
Smvanee  River."  It  was  an  occasion  to  swell  the  heart  of  an 
exiled  patriot.  Finally  came  the  turn  of  the  Human  Encyclo- 
pedia, who  advanced  to  the  front  of  the  stage  and  announced 
himself  ready  to  answer,  sight  unseen,  all  questions  the  audi- 
ence might  propound.  A  volley  of  queries  was  fired  at  him, 
and  the  Encyclopedia  breathlessly  told  the  distance  of  the  earth 
from  Mars,  the  number  of  bones  in  the  human  skeleton,  of 
square  miles  in  the  British  Empire,  and  other  equally  import- 
ant facts.  There  was  a  brief  pause,  in  which  an  American 
stood  up. 

"What  great  event  took  place  July  4,  17/6?"  he  propounded 
in  a  loud  glad  voice. 

The  Human  Encyclopedia  glared  at  him.  "Th*  hincident  you 
>peak  of.  a  hinfamous  houtrage!" 

FREAKS 

I  disbands. 

FKF.K  THOUGHT 

TOMMY — "Top,   \\hat   is  a   frccthinK" 

!'«>!•     "A    freethinker,    im  By    man    \\lio    isn't    mai - 

FRENCH  LANGUAGE 

"I   understand  like  a  na 

"No.  replied  the  student  :  "I'vr  ^<>t  the  yraimnar  and  the 
accent  d«»\vn  p:  But  it's  hard  to  learn  the  gestures." 


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In  Paris  last  summer  a  southern  girl  was  heard  to  drawl 
between  the  acts  of  "Chantecler"' :  "1  think  it's  mo'  fun  when 
you  don't  understand  French.  It  sounds  mo'  like  chickens !" 

-Life. 

FRESHMEN 
Sec  College  students. 

FRIENDS 

May  we  treat  our  friends  with  kindness  and  our  enemies 
with  generosity. 

The  Lord  gives  our  relatives, 

Thank  God  we  can  choose  our  friends. 

"Father." 

"Well,   what  is  it?" 

"It  says  here,  'A  man  is  known  by  the  company  he  keeps.' 
Is  that  so,  Father?" 

"Yes,  yes,  yes." 

"Well,  Father,  if  a  good  man  keeps  company  with  a  bad 
man,  is  the  good  man  bad  because  he  keeps  company  with  the 
ba<l  man,  and  is  the  bad  man  good  because  he  keeps  company 
with  the  good  man?" — Punch. 

Here's    champagne    to    our    real    friends. 
And  real  pain  to  our  sham  friends. 

It's   better  to   make   friends    fast 
Than  to  make  fast  friends. 

Some  friends  are  a  habit — some  a  luxury. 

FRIENDS,   SOCIETY  OF 

A  visitor  to  Philadelphia,  unfamiliar  with  the  garb  of  the 
Society  of  Friends,  was  much  interested  in  two  demure  and 
placid  Quakeresses  who  took  seats  directly  behind  her  in  the 


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T.r. M«!    Street  Station.     After  a   few   minutes'   silence   she   was 
Kuiiicuhat  startled  to  hear  a  gentle  voice  inquire:  "Sister  Kate, 
will   thee  go   to  the  counter   ami   have  a  milk   punch   on   me?" 
•linn  Lock- hart. 

FRIENDSHIP 
Friendly   may    we   part   and   quickly   meet  again. 

There's  fellowship 

In  every  sip 

Of  friendship's  brew. 

May  we  all  travel  through  the  world  and  sow  it  thick  with 
friendship. 

Here's  to  the  four   hinges  of  Friendship — 
Swearing,  Lying,   Stealing  and  Drinking. 
When  you  swear,  swear  by  your  country; 
When  you  lie,  lie  for  a  pretty  woman, 
When  you  steal,  steal  away  from  bad  company 
And  when  you  drink,  drink  with  me. 

The   trouble   with   having   friends  is  the   upkeep. 

"Brown  volunteered  to  lend  me  money." 
"Did  y..u   take  it?" 

That  sort  of  friendship  is  too  good  to  lose." 

"I  let  my  house  furnished,  and  they've  had  measles  there. 
Of  course  we've  had  the  place  disinfected ;  so  I  suppose  it's 
quite  safe.  What  do  you  think?" 

"I  famy  it  would  be  all  ri^ht,  dear;  lint  I  think,  perhaps,  it 
would.be  safer  to  lend  it  to  a  friend  first." — Punch. 

"I  !<>o  is  it,  Jcemcs,  that  yon  mak*  sic  an  cnairmous  profit 
aff  ycr  potatoes?  Yer  price  is  lower  than  ony  ithcr  in  the 
toon  and  ye  mak'  extra  reductions  for  ycr  frecnds." 

"Weel,  yc  see,  I  knock  aflf  twa  shilling  a  t"ii  IUV.-MIM-  a  cus- 

fivrnd    «>'    minr.    an'    then    I    jist    t.ik'    tw.i    humlcrt- 
:    a  IT   the   ton  "-/'unr/r. 

U 


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The  conductor  of  a  western  freight  train  saw  a  tramp  steal- 
ing a  ride  on  one  of  the  forward  cars.  He  told  the  brake- 
man  in  the  caboose  to  go  up  and  put  the  man  off  at  the 
next  stop.  When  the  brakeman  approached  the  tramp,  the 
latter  waved  a  big  revolver  and  told  him  to  keep  away. 

"Did  you  get  rid  of  him?"  the  conductor  asked  the  brake- 
man,  when  the  train  was  under  motion  again. 

"I  hadn't  the  heart,"  was  the  reply,  "He  turned  out  to  be 
an  old  school  friend  of  mine." 

"I'll  take  care  of  him,"  said  the  conductor,  as  he  started 
over  the  tops  of  the  cars. 

After  the  train  had  made  another  stop  and  gone  on,  the 
brakeman  came  into  the  caboose  and  said  to  the  conductor: 

"Well,  is  he  off?" 

"No;  he  turned  out  to  be  an  old  school  friend  of  mine, 
too." 


If  a  man  does  not  make  new  acquaintances,  as  he  ad- 
vances through  life,  he  will  soon  find  himself  left  alone.  A 
man,  Sir,  should  keep  his  friendship  in  constant  repair. 

— Samuel  Johnson. 

They  say,  and  I  am  glad  they  say, 

It  is  so;  and  it  may  be  so; 
It  may  be  just  the  other  way, 

I   cannot  tell,  but  this   I   know —  . 
From  quiet  homes  and  first  beginnings 

Out  to  the  undiscovered  ends 
There's    nothing    worth    the    wear    of    winning 

Save   laughter  and  the  love   of   friends. 

— Hilalre   Belloc. 

FUN 

Fun  is  like  life  insurance,  th'  older  you  git  lh'  more  it 
costs. — Abe  Martin. 

See  also  Amusements. 


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FUNERALS 

There  was  an  old  man  in  a  hearse, 

Who  murmured,  "This  might  have  been  worse; 

Of  course  the  expense 

Is  simply  immense, 
But  it  doesn't  come  out  of  my  purse." 

FURNITURE 

GUEST — "That's  a  beautiful  rug.  May  I  ask  how  much  it 
cost  you?" 

HOST — "Five  hundred  dollars.  A  hundred  and  fifty  for  it 
and  the  rest  for  furniture  to  match." 

FUTURE  LIFE 

A  certain  young  man's  friends  thought  he  was  dead,  but 
he  was  only  in  a  state  of  coma.  When,  in  ample  time  to 
avoid  being  buried,  he  showed  signs  of  life,  he  was  asked 
how  it  seemed  to  be  dead. 

"Dead?"  he  exclaimed.  "I  wasn't  dead.  I  knew  all  that  was 
going  on.  And  I  knew  I  wasn't  dead,  too,  because  my  feet 
were  cold  and  I  was  hungry." 

"But  how  did  that  fact  make  you  think  you  were  still  alive?" 
asked  one  of  the  curious. 

"Well,  this  way;  I  knew  that  if  I  were  in  heaven  I  wouldn't 
IK-  hungry.  And  if  I  \\as  in  the  other  place  my  feet  wouldn't 
be  cold." 

FATHIR  (impressively) — "Suppose  I  should  be  taken  away 
Middcnly,  what  would  become  of  you,  my  boy?" 

VT    SON— "I'd    stay    here.     The    question    is,    What 
!  become  of  you?" 

»k  here,  now,   Harold,"  said  a   father  to  his   little   son, 
who  was  i)  if  you   don't  say  your  prayers   you   won't 

go  to 

"I  don't  want  t"  1:0  t"  IK avai,"  sobbed  the  boy;  "I  want 
to  go  with  you  and  met 


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On  a  voyage  across  the  ocean  an  Irishman  died  and  was 
about  to  be  buried  at  sea.  His  friend  Mike  was  the  chief 
mourner  at  the  burial  service,  at  the  conclusion  of  which 
those  in  charge  wrapped  the  body  in  canvas  preparatory  to 
dropping  it  overboard.'  It  is  customary  to  place  heavy  shot 
with  a  body  to  insure  its  immediate  sinking,  but  in  this  in- 
stance, nothing  else  being  available,  a  large  lump  of  coal  was 
substituted.  Mike's  cup  of  sorrow  overflowed  his  eyes,  and 
he  tearfully  exclaimed, 

"Oh,  Pat,  I  knew  you'd  never  get  to  heaven,  but,  begorry, 
I  didn't  think  you'd  have  to  furnish  your  own  fuel." 

An  Irishman  told  a  man  that  he  had  fallen  so  low  in  this 
life  that  in  the  next  he  would  have  to  climb  up  hill  to  get 
into  hell. 

When  P.  T.  Barnum  was  at  the  head  of  his  "great  moral 
show,"  it  was  his  rule  to  send  complimentary  tickets  to  clergy- 
men, and  the  custom  is  continued  to  this  day.  Not  long  ago, 
after  the  Reverend  Doctor  Walker  succeeded  to  the  pastorate 
of  the  Reverend  Doctor  Hawks,  in  Hartford,  there  came  to 
the  parsonage,  addressed  to  Doctor  Hawks,  tickets  for  the  cir- 
cus, with  the  compliments  of  the  famous  showman.  Doctor 
Walker  studied  the  tickets  for  a  moment,  and  then  remarked : 

"Doctor  Hawks  is  dead  and  Mr.  Barnum  is  dead ;  evidently 
they  haven't  met." 

Archbishop  Ryan  once  attended  a  dinner  given  him  by  the 
citizens  of  Philadelphia  and  a  brilliant  company  of  men  was 
present.  Among  others  were  the  president  of  the  Pennsyl- 
vania Railroad;  ex-Attorney-General  MacVeagh,  counsel  for 
the  road,  and  other  prominent  railroad  men. 

Mr.  MacVeagh,  in  talking  to  the  guest  of  the  evening,  said: 
"Your  Grace,  among  others  you  see  here  a  great  many  railroad 
men.  There  is  a  peculiarity  of  railroad  men  that  even  on  so- 
cial occasions  you  will  find  that  they  always  take  their  lawyer 
with  them.  That  is  why  I  am  here.  They  never  go  anywhere 
without  their  counsel.  Now  they  have  nearly  everything  that 
men  want,  but  I  have  a  suggestion  to  make  to  you  for  an 
exchange  with  us.  We  can  give  free  passes  on  all  the  railroads 


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of  the  country.     Now  if  you   would  only  give   us — say  a  free 
pass  to  Paradise  l>y   way  of  exchange." 

"Ah,    no,"    said    His    Grace,    with    a    merry    twinkle    in    his 
i  hat  would  never  do.     I  would  not  like  to  separate  them 
from  their  counsel." 

GARDENING 

Th*  only   time   some    fellers   ever  dig  in   th'   garden   is  just 
before  they  go  a   fishin'. — Abe  3 far tin. 

"I    am  going  to   start    a  garden,"   announced    Mr.    Subbubs. 
"A    few    months    from    now    I     won't    he    kicking    about 

"Xo,"  said  the  grocer;  "you'll  be  wondering  how  I  can 
aMi.nl  to  sell  vegetables  so  cheap." 


GAS  STOVES 

A    Cieor.nia    woman    who    moved    to    Philadelphia    found    she 

could   not   be  contented    without   the   colored   mammy    who  had 

U-en   her  servant   for  many   years.       She  sent  for  old   mammy, 

and   the   servant    arrived    in    due   season.      It    so   happened    that 

tlu    ( icorgia   woman   had    to    leave   town   the    very   day   mammy 

arrived.      Heforc    departing    she    had    just    time    to    explain    to 

mammy    the    modern    conveniences    with    which    her    apartment 

was  furnished.     The  gas  stove  was  the  contrivance  which   in- 

1    the   colored    woman    most.    After   the   mistress   of   the 

'.old    had    lighted    the    oven,    the    broiler,    and    the    other 

burners    and    felt    certain    the   old    servant    understood   its 

the   mistress   hurried    for   her   train. 

tor  two   weeks    and   one  of  her   first  qucs- 
to  mammy   was  ho\\-   s.h,.  |i;i,l    worried  along. 
"I  ><  :.ly.      "And   (1    :  stove— O 

\Vh\    -l"   jron   know,    MUi    Flo'ence,   <lat    fire  aim  gone 

GENEROSITY 

"111  .limed    Norah,    who 

had     1  1     in     the      l'nite.1     Stale.         "Su: 


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generous  everybody  is.  I  asked  at  the  post-office  about  sindin' 
money  to  me  mither,  and  the  young  man  tells  me  I  can  get 
a  money  order  for  $10  for  10  cents.  Think  of  that  now !" 

At  one  of  these  reunions  of  the  Blue  and  the  Gray  so 
happily  common  of  late,  a  northern  veteran,  who  had  lost 
both  arms  and  both  legs  in  the  service,  caused  himself  to  be 
posted  in  a  conspicuous  place  to  receive  alms.  The  response  to 
his  appeal  was  generous  and  his  cup  rapidly  rilled. 

Nobody  gave  him  more  than  a  dime,  however,  except  a 
grizzled  w*arrior  of  the  lost  cause,  who  plumped  in  a  dollar. 
And  not  content,  he  presently  came  that  way  again  and  plumped 
in  another  dollar. 

The  cripple's  gratitude  did  not  quite  extinguish  his  curios- 
ity. "Why,"  he  inquired,  "do  you,  who  fought  on  the  other 
side,  give  me  so  much  more  than  any  of  those  who  were  my 
comrades  in  arms?" 

The  old  rebel  smiled  grimly.  "Because,"  he  replied,  "you're 
the  first  Yank  I  ever  saw  trimmed  up  just  to  suit  me." 

At  dinner  one  day,  it  was  noticed  that  a  small  daughter 
of  the  minister  was  putting  aside  all  the  choice  pieces  of  chicken 
and  her  father  asked  her  why  she  did  that.  She  explained 
that  she  was  saving  them  for  her  dog.  Her  father  told  her 
there  were  plenty  of  bones  the  dog  could  have  so  she  consented 
to  eat  the  dainty  bits.  Later  she  collected  the  bones  and  took 
them  to  the  dog  saying,  "I  meant  to  give  a  free  will  offering 
but  it  is  only  a  collection." 

A  little  newsboy  with  a  cigarette  in  his  mouth  entered  a 
notion  store  and  asked  for  a  match. 

"We   only  sell  matches,"    said   the   storekeeper. 

"How  much  are  they?"  asked  the   future  citizen. 

"Penny  a  box,"  was  the  answer. 

"Gimme  a  box."   said  the  boy. 

He  took  one  match,  lit  the  cigarette,  and  handed  the  box 
back  over  the  counter,  saying,  "Here,  take  it  and  put  it  on 
dc  shelf,  and  when  anodder  sport  romes  and  asks  for  a  match, 
give  him  one  on  me." 


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Little  Ralph  belonged  to  a  family  of  five.  One  morning  he 
came  into  the  house  carrying  five  stones  which  he  brought 
to  his  mother,  saying: 

"Look,  mother,  here  are  tombstones  for  each  one  of  us." 

The  mother,  counting  them,  said : 

"Here  is  one  for  father,  dear!  Here  is  one  for  mother! 
Here  is  brother's!  Here  is  the  baby's;  but  there  is  none  for 
the  maid." 

Ralph  was  lost  in  thought  for  a  moment,  then  cheerfully 
cried: 

"Oh,  well,  never  mind,  mother;  Delia  can  have  -mine,  and 
I'll  1. 

She  was  making  the  usual  female  search  for  her  purse 
when  the  conductor  came  to  co'lect  the  fares. 

Her  companion   meditated   silently  for  a  moment,  then,   ad- 
ng   the  other,  said : 

us  divide   thi^    Mabel;   you    fumble  and   I'll   pay." 


GENTLEMEN 

lie.   what  is  a  gentleman?" 

"Please,   ma'am,"   slic   answered,    "a   gentleman's  a   man   you 
d»n't  know  very  well." 

Two   characters    in    JefTcry    Farnol's    "Amateur    Gentleman" 
pive  these  definitions  of  a  gentleman: 

"A   gentleman   is   a   fellow    who   goes   to    a   university,   but 
doesn't  have  to  learn   anything  ;    who  goes  out   into  the  world, 
but    didn't    have    to    work    at    anything;    and    who    has    never 
lark-balled    at   any   of   the   clubs." 

is    (I    take    it)    one    born    with    the   God-like 
think  and   feel   for  others,  irrespective  of  their  rank 

or  condition One  who  posses^-*  an  ideal  so  lofty,  a  mind 

so  delicate,   that   it    lifts  him   abnvr   all   things   ignoble  and   base, 
hands    to    raise    those    who   are    fallen — no 
matter    In.w    1- 


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GERMANS 

The  poet  Heine  and  Baron  James  Rothschild  were  close 
friends.  At  the  dinner  table  of  the  latter  the  financier  asked 
the  poet  why  he  was  so  silent,  when  usually  so  gay  and  full 
of  witty  remarks. 

"Quite  right,"  responded  Heine,  "but  to-night  I  have  ex- 
changed views  with  my  German  friends  and  my  head  is 
fearfully  empty." 

GHOSTS 

"I  confess  that  the  subject  of  psychical  research  makes  no 
great  appeal  to  me,"  Sir  William  Henry  Perkin,  the  inventor 
of  coal-tar  dyes,  told  some  friends  in  New  York  recently.  "Per- 
sonally, in  the  course  of  a  fairly  long  career,  I  have  heard  at 
first  hand  but  one  ghost  story.  Its  hero  was  a  man  whom  I 
may  as  well  call  Snooks. 

"Snooks,  visiting  at  a  country  house,  was  put  in  the  haunt- 
ed chamber  for  the  night.  He  said  that  he  did  not  feel  the 
slightest  uneasiness,  but  nevertheless,  just  as  a  matter  of  pre- 
caution, he  took  to  bed  with  him  a  revolver  of  the  latest  Ameri- 
can pattern. 

"He  slept  peacefully  enough  until  the  clock  struck  two, 
when  he  awoke  with  an  unpleasant  feeling  of  oppression.  He 
raised  his  head  and  peered  about  him.  The  room  was  wanly 
illumined  by  the  full  moon,  and  in  that  weird,  bluish  light  he 
thought  he  discerned  a  small,  white  hand  clasping  the  rail  at 
the  foot  of  the  bed. 

"'Who's  there?'  he   asked  tremulously. 

"There  was  no  reply.     The  small  white  hand  did  not  move. 

'"Who's  there?'  he   repeated.     'Answer  me  or  I'll  shoot.' 

"Again  there  was  no  reply. 

"Snooks  cautiously  raised  himself,  took  careful  aim  and 
fired. 

"From  that  night  on  he's  limped.  Shot  off  two  of  his  own 
toes." 

GIFTS 

When  Lawrence  Barrett's  daughter  was  married  Stuart  Rob- 
son  sent  a  check  for  $5000  to  the  bridegroom.  The  comedian's 


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daughter,  Felicia  Robson,  who  attended  the  wedding,  conveyed 
the  gift. 

icia,"  said  her  father  upon  her  return,  "did  you  give  him 
the  check?" 

"Yes,  Father,"  answered  the  daughter. 

"What  did  he  say?"  asked  Robson. 

"He  didn't  say  anything,"  replied  Miss  Felicia,  "but  he 
shed  tears." 

"How  long  did  he  cry?" 

"Why  Father,  I  didn't  time  him.  I  should  say,  however,  that 
he  wept  fully  a  minute." 

"Fully  a  minute,"  mused  Robson.  "Why,  Daughter,  I  cried 
an  hour  after  I  signed  it." 

A  church  house  in  a  certain  rural  district  was  sadly  in  need 
of  repairs.  The  official  board  had  called  a  meeting  of  the 
parishioners  to  sec  what  could  be  done  toward  raising  the 
necessary  funds.  One  of  the  wealthiest  and  stingiest  of  the 
adherents  of  that  church  arose  and  said  that  he  would  give 
five  dollars,  and  sat  down. 

Just  then  a  bit  of  plastering  fell  from  the  ceiling  and  hit 
him  M|uarely  upon  the  head.  Whereupon  he  jumped  up,  looked 
confused  and  said:  "I — er — I  meant  I'll  give  fifty  dollars!" 
then  again  resumed  his  seat. 

After  a  brief  silence  a  voice  was  heard  to  say:  "O  Lord. 
hit  *im  again  !" 


lie  givei  twice  who  gives  quickly  because  the  collectors  come 
around    later   on    and    bit    him    for   another   subscription.  —  Puck. 


•nt-."    I    "!'•>  .  ndear    Absents."  —  Charles 


In    giving,    a    man    receive-    more    than    be    give':,    and    the 
•i  to  tbe  win  ib  of  tbe  tiling  given. — George 
"laid. 


gifts. 


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GLUTTONY 

A  clergyman  was  quite  ill  as  a  result  of  eating  many  pieces 
of  mince  pie. 

A  brother  minister  visited  him  and  asked  him  if  he  was 
afraid  to  die. 

"No,"  the  sick  man  replied,  "But  I  should  be  ashamed  to 
die  from  eating  too  much." 

There  was  a  young  person  named  Ned, 
Who  dined  before  going  to  bed, 

On  lobster  and  ham 

And  salad  and  jam, 
And  when  he  awoke  he   was  dead. 

GOLF 

Two  Scotchmen  met  and  exchanged  the  small  talk  appropri- 
ate to  the  hour.  As  they  were  parting  to  go  supperward  Sandy 
said  to  Jock: 

"Jock,  mon,  I'll  go  ye  a  roond  on  the  links  in  the  morrn.' " 

"The  morrn'?"  Jock  repeated. 

"Aye,  mon,  the  morrn',"  said  Sandy.  "I'll  go  ye  a  roond  on 
the  links  in  the  morrn.'  " 

"Aye,  weel,"  said  Jock,  "I'll  go  ye.  But  I  had  intended  to 
get  marriet  in  the  morrn'." 

GOLFER  (unsteadied  by  Christmas  luncheon)  to  Opponent — 
"Sir,  I  wish  you  clearly  to  understand  that  I  resent  your  un- 
warrant — your  interference  with  my  game,  sir!  Tilt  the  green 
once  more,  sir,  and  I  chuck  the  match." 

Doctor  William  S.  Rainsford  is  an  inveterate  golf  player. 
When  he  was  rector  of  St.  George's  Church,  in  New  York 
City,  he  was  badly  beaten  on  the  links  by  one  of  his  vestrymen. 
To  console  the  clergyman  the  vestryman  ventured  to  say:  "Nev- 
er mind,  Doctor,  you'll  get  satisfaction  some  day  when  I  pass 
away.  Then  you'll  read  the  burial  service  over  me." 

"I  don't  see  any  satisfaction  in  that,"  answered  the  cler- 
gyman, "for  you'll  still  be  in  the  hole." 


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<>OL  TEACHER — "Willie,  do  you  know   what  be- 
comes  of   boys   who   use    bad   language   when   they're   playing 

marbles?" 

WILLIE — "Yes,  miss.    They  grow  up  and  play  golf." 

The  game  of  golf,  as  every  humorist  knows,  is  conducive  to 
profanity.  It  is  also  a  terrible  strain  on  veracity,  every  man 
being  his  own  umpire. 

Four  men  were  playing  golf  on  a  course  where  the  hazard  on 
the  ninth  hole  was  a  deep  ravine. 

They  drove  off.  Three  went  into  the  ravine  and  one  man- 
aged to  get  his  ball  over.  The  three  who  had  dropped  into 
the  ravine  walked  up  to  have  a  look.  Two  of  them  decided 
not  to  try  to  play  their  balls  out  and  gave  up  the  hole.  The 
third  said  he  would  go  down  and  play  out  his  ball.  He  dis- 
appeared into  the  deep  ere  \-a.--e.  Presently  his  ball  came  bob- 
bing out  and  after  a  time  he  climbed  up. 

"How  many  strokes?"  asked  one  of  his  opponents. 

"Three." 

"But  I  heard  six." 

"Three  of  them   were  echoes!" 

When  Mark  Twain  came  t<>  Washington  to  try  to  get  a 
decent  copyright  law  passed,  a  representative  took  him  out  to 
Chevy  Chase. 

Mark  Twain  refused  to  play  golf  himself,  but  he  consented 

Ik  over  the  course  and  watch  the  representative's  strokes. 

The   representative    was   rather    a   duffer.     Teeing  off,   he   sent 

flying  in  all  direction-.     Then,  to  hide  his  con- 

he  .-aid   t«>  Ii  '\\liat   do  you   think  of  our  links 

here,  Mr.  Clemens?" 

"Best  I  ever  ta-ted."  -aid  Mark  Twain,  as  he  wiped  the 
dirt  from  his  lips  with  his  handkerchief. 

ill  l  OWSHIF 
A  ii  good, 

1    a    pipe    tn    Min ike    in   cold    weather. 
The    \\orld    is    i:<>"d    and    the    pe..ple    arc    good, 
And    we're   all   good    fellows  together. 


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May  oood   humor  preside   when   good  fellows  meet, 
And    reason    prescribe    when    'tis    time    to    retreat. 

Here's  to  us  that  are  here,  to  you  that  are  there,  and  the 
rest  of  us  everywhere. 

Here's  to   all  the  world,— 

For  fear  some  darn  fool  may  take  offence. 

GOSSIP 

A  gossip  is  a  person  who  syndicates  his  conversation. — Dick 
Dickinson. 

Gossips  are  the  spies  of  life. 

"However  did  you  reconcile  Adele  and  Mary?" 
"I  gave  them  a  choice  hit  of  gossip  and  asked  them  not  to 
repeat  it  to  each  other." 

The  seven-year-old  daughter  of  a  prominent  suburban  resi- 
dent is,  the  neighbors  say,  a  precocious  youngster;  at  all  events, 
she  knows  the  ways  of  the  world. 

Her  mother  had  occasion  to  punish  her  one  day  last  week 
for  a  particularly  mischievous  prank,  and  after  she  had  talked 
it  over  very  solemnly  sent  the  little  girl  up  to  her  room. 

An  hour  later  the  mother  went  upstairs.  The  child  was 
silting  complacently  on  the  window  scat,  looking  out  at  the 
other  children. 

"Well,  little  girl,"  the  mother  began,  "did  you  tell  God  all 
about  how  naughty  you'd  been  ?" 

The  youngster  shook  her  head,  emphatically.  "Guess  I 
didn't,"  she  gurgled ;  "why,  it'd  be  all  over  heaven  in  no  time." 

Get  a  gossip  wound  up  and  she   will   run  somebody  down. 

-Life. 

"Papa,  mamma  says  that  one-half  the  world  doesn't  know 
how  the  other  half  lives." 

"Well,   she  shouldn't  blame  herself,  dear,  it  isn't  her  fault." 


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It   is   only    natiunal   history   that   "repeats   itself."     Your  pri- 
!ii>tt>ry  is  repeated  l>y  the  neighbors. 

"You're  a  terrible  scandal-monger,  Linknni,"  said  Jorrocks. 
"Why  in  thunder  don't  you  make  it  a  rule  to  tell  only  half 
what  you  hear?" 

"Ihat's  what  I  do  do,"  said  Linkum.  "Only  I  tell  the  spicy 
half." 

"What,"  asked  the  Sunday-school  teacher,  "is  meant  by 
bearing  false  witness  against  one's  neighbor?" 

"It's  telling  falsehoods  about  them,"  said  the  one  small 
maid. 

"Tartly  right  and  partly  wrong,"  said  the  teacher. 

"I  know."  said  another  little  girl,  holding  her  hand  high 
in  the  air.  "It's  when  nobody  did  anything  and  somebody  went 
and  told  about  it." — //.  R.  Bennett. 

M.\  I-D — "That  story  you  told  about  Alice  isn't  worth  repeat- 
ing." 

K.VII-  "\i\  voting  yet:  give  it  time." 

SON — "Why  do  people  say  'Dame  Gossip'?" 

FAIHIK—  "Uecau-e  they  are  too  polite  to  leave  off  the  'e.'" 

I   cannot   tell   how   the   truth   may   be; 
I  say  the  tale  as  'twas  said  to  me. 

Never  tell  evil  of  a  man,  if  you  do  not  know  it  for  a  cer- 
tainty, and  if  you  do  know  it  for  a  certainty,  then  ask  yourself, 
"Why  should  I  tell  it  ?"— Lavalcr. 

GOVERNMENT  OWNERSHIP 

"Don't  you  think  the  »  lit    to  1-e  controlled  by 

the    government  ?" 

"I    mi^lit   if    I   didn't   know  who  controlled  the  RON  emu 

-Life. 


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GOVERNORS 

The  governor  of  a  western  state  was  dining  with  the  family 
of  a  Representative  in  Congress  from  that  state,  and  opposite 
him  at  table  sat  the  little  girl  of  the  family,  aged  ten.  She 
gazed  at  the  Governor  solemnly  throughout  the  repast. 

Finally  the  youngster  asked,  "are  you  really  and  truly  a 
governor?" 

"Yes,"  replied  the  great  man  laughingly;  "I  really  and  truly 
am." 

"I've  always  wanted  to  see  a  governor,"  continued  the  child, 
"for  I've  heard  Daddy  speak  of  'em." 

"Well,"  rejoined  the  Governor,  "now  that  you  have  seen 
one,  are  you  satisfied?" 

"No,  sir,"  answered  the  youngster,  without  the  slightest  im- 
pertinence, but  with  an  air  of  great  conviction,  "no,  sir;  I'm 
disappointed." 

GRAFT 

"What  is  meant  by  graft?"  said  the   inquiring  foreigner. 

"Graft,"  said  the  resident  of  a  great  city,  "is  a  system  which 
ultimately  results  in  compelling  a  large  portion  of 'the  popula- 
tion to  apologize  constantly  for  not  having  money,  and  the 
remainder  to  explain  how  they  got  it." 

LADY — "I  guess  you're  gettin'  a  good  thing  out  o'  tending  the 

rich  Smith  boy,  ain't  ye,  doctor?" 

DOCTOR— "Well,  yes;     I  get  a  pretty  good  fee.     Why?" 
LADY — "Well,    I    hope    you    won't    forget    that    my    Willie 

threw  the  brick  that  hit  'im !" 

Every    man    has    his    price,    but    some    hold    bargain    sales. 

— Satire. 

The  Democrats  had  a  clear  working  majority  in  ,  Il- 
linois, for  a  number  of  years.  But  when  the  Fifteenth  Amend- 
ment went  into  effect  it  enfranchised  so  many  of  the  "culled 
bredren"  as  to  make  it  apparent  to  the  party  leaders  that  un- 
less a  good  many  black  votes  could  be  bought  up,  the  Re- 


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publicans  would  carry  the  city  election.     Accordingly  advances 

were  made  to  the  Rev.  Brother  ,  whose  influence  it  was 

thought  desirable  to  secure,  inasmuch  as  he  was  certain  to  con- 
trol the  votes  of  his  entire  church. 

He  was  found  "open  to  conviction,"  and  arrangements  pro- 
gressed satisfactorily  until  it  was  asked  how  much  money 
would  be  necessary  to  secure  his  vote  and  influence. 

With  an  air  of  offended  dignity,   Brother replied: 

"Now,  gemmen,  as  a  regular  awdained  minister  ob  de  Bap- 
tist Church  dis  ting  has  gone  jes  as  far  as  my  conscience  will 
'low;  but,  gemmen,  my  son  will  call  round  to  see  you  in  de 
mornin,." 

A  well-known  New  York  contractor  went  into  the  tailor's, 
donned  his  new  suit,  and  left  his  old  one  for  repairs.  Then 
he  sought  a  cafe  and  refreshed  the  inner  man;  but  as  he 
reached  in  his  pocket  for  the  money  to  settle  his  check,  he 
realized  that  he  had  neglected  to  transfer  both  purse  and  watch 
when  he  left  his  suit.  As  he  hesitated,  somewhat  embarrassed, 
he  saw  a  bill  on  the  floor  at  his  feet.  Seizing  it  thankfully, 
he  stepped  to  the  cashier's  desk  and  presented  both  check  and 
money. 

"That  was  a  two  dollar  bill,"  he  explained  when  he  counted 
his  change. 

"I  know  it,"  said  the  cashier,  with  a  toss  of  her  blond  head. 
"I'm  dividing  with  you.  I  saw  it  first." 

GRATITUDE 

After  O'Conncll  had  obtained  the  acquittal  of  a  horse-steal- 

er.  the   thief,   in   tin-  of   his  gratitude,  cried  out,  "Och, 

ll'.r,     I've    no    way    here    to    thank    your    honor;    Imt     I 

\\islu  on   knocked    doun    in    me   own   parish— wouldn't 

I  bring  a  faction  to  the  rescue?" 

Some  people  are  never  satisfied.     For  example,  the  prisoner 

\\lio    <  ..mplainol    of    the-    liu-iatmv    that    ilie    prison 
him  to  read. 

"N'utt'n    but    rontiminl  lu-    grumbled.      "An"    I'm    t<> 

be  hung  n  lay." 


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It  was  a  very  hot  day  and  a  picnic  had  been  arranged  by 
the  United  Society  of  Lady  Vegetarians. 

They  were  comfortably  seated,  and  waiting  for  the  kettle 
to  boil,  when,  horror  of  horrors !  a  savage  bull  appeared  on 
the  scene. 

Immediately  a  wild  rush  was  made  for  safety,  while  the 
raging  creature  pounded  after  one  lady  who,  unfortunately,  had 
a  ml  parasol.  By  great  good  fortune  she  nipped  over  the 
stile  before  it  could  reach  her.  Then,  regaining  her  breath,  she 
turned  round. 

"Oh,  you  ungrateful  creature !"  she  exclaimed.  "Here  have  I 
been  a  vegetarian  all  my  life.  There's  gratitude  for  you!" 

Miss  PASSAY — ''You  have  saved  my  life,  young  man.  How 
can  I  repay  you?  How  can  I  show  my  gratitude?  Are  you 
married?" 

YOUNG  MAN — "Yes ;  come  and  be  a  cook  for  us." 

GREAT  BRITAIN 

One  of  the  stories  told  by  Mr.  Spencer  Leigh  Hughes  in 
his  speech  in  the  House  of  Commons  one  night  tickled  every- 
body. It  is  the  story  of  the  small  boy  who  was  watching  the 
Speaker's  procession  as  it  wended  its  way  through  the  lobby. 
First  came  the  Speaker,  and  then  the  chaplain,  and  next  the 
other  officers. 

"Who,  father,  is  that  gentleman?"  said  the  small  boy,  point- 
ing to  the  chaplain. 

"That,  my  son,"  said  the  father,  "is  the  chaplain  of  the 
House." 

"Does  he  pray  for  the  members?"  asked  the  small  boy. 

The  father  thought  a  minute  and  then  said:  "No,  my  son; 
when  he  goes  into  the  House  he  looks  around  and  sees  the 
members  sitting  there  and  then  he  prays  for  the  country." 

—Cardiff  Mail. 

There  is  a  lad  in  Boston,  the  son  of  a  well-known  writer 
of  history,  who  has  evidently  profited  by  such  observations  as 
he  may  have  overheard  his  father  utter  touching  certain  phases 
of  British  empire-building.  At  any  rate,  the  boy  showed  a 


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shrewd  notion  <>f  the  opinion  not  infrequently  expressed  in  re- 
gard to  the  righteousness  of  "British  occupation."  It  was  he 
who  handed  in  the  following  essay  on  the  making  of  a  Brit- 
ish colony: 

"Africa  is  a  British  colony.  I  will  tell  you  how  England 
does  it.  Hrst  she  gets  a  missionary ;  when  the  missionary 
has  found  a  specially  beautiful  and  fertile  tract  of  country,  he 
;-:ets  all  his  people  round  him  and  says:  'Let  us  pray,'  and 
when  all  the  eyes  are  shut,  up  goes  the  British  tlag." 


GRIEF 

Jim,  who  worked  in  a  garage,  had  just  declined  Mr.  Smith's 
imitation  to  ride  in  his  new  car. 

"What's  the  matter.  Jim?"  asked  Mr.  Smith.  "Are  you  sick?" 
sah,"  he  replied.  "Tain't  that — I  done  los'  $5,  sah,  an' 
I  jes'  nacherly  got  tun  sit  an'  grieve." 


GUARANTEES 

TKAYI-.U-.K  (on  an  English  train)— "Shall  I  have  time  to  get 
a  drink?" 

GUARD — "Yes,  sir." 

TK.UM.IK — "Can  you  give  me  a  guarantee  that  the  train 
won't  start?" 

GUARD— "Yes,  I'll  take  one  with  you!" 

GUESTS 

k  here,  Dinah,"  said  Binks,  as  he  opened  a  questionable 
egg  at  breakfast,  "is  this  the  freshest  egg  you  can  find?" 
"Naw,  sun."  replied  Dinah.    "\\'c  done  got  a  haflf  dozen  laid 
ornin'.  suh,  but  de  bishop's  comin*  down  hyar  in  August, 
sun,  and  wc's  savin'  all  dc  fresh  aigs  for  him,  suh." 

"Here's  a  health  to  thee  and  thine 

.1    mine; 

And    when    thee    and    thine 
Come  to  see  me  and  mine. 

if, 


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May  me  and  mine  make  thee  and  thine 
As  welcome  as  thee  and  thine 
Have  ever  made  me  and  mine." 

HABIT 

Among  the  new  class  which  came  to  the  second-grade  teach- 
er, a  young  timid  girl,  was  one  Tommy,  who  for  naughty  deeds 
had  been  many  times  spanked  by  his  first-grade  teacher.  "Send 
him  to  me  any  time  when  you  want  him  spanked,"  suggested 
the  latter;  "I  can  manage  him." 

One  morning,  about  a  week  ufter  'this  conversation,  Tommy 
appeared  at  the  first-grade  teacher's  door.  She  dropped  her 
work,  seized  him  by  the  arm,  dragged  him  to  the  dressing-room, 
turned  him  over  her  knee  and  did  her  duty. 

When  she  had  finished  she  said :  "Well,  Tommy,  what  have 
you  to  say?" 

"Please,   Miss,  my  teacher  wants  the  scissors." 

In  reward  of  faithful  political  service  an  ambitious  saloon 
keeper  was  appointed  police  magistrate. 

"What's  the  charge  ag'in  this  man?"  he  inquired  when  the 
first  case  was  called. 

"Drunk,  yer  honor,"  said  the  policeman. 

The  newly  made  magistrate  frowned  upon  the  trembling 
defendant. 

"Guilty,    or    not    guilty?"    he    demanded.  ' 

"Sure,  sir,"  faltered  the  accused,  "I  never  drink  a  drop." 

"Have  a  cigar,  then,"  urged  his  honor  persuasively,  as  he 
absently  polished  the  top  of  the  judicial  desk  with  his  pocket 
handkerchief. 

"We  had  a  fine  sunrise  this  morning,"  said  one  New  Yorker 
to  another.  "Did  you  see  it?" 

"Sunrise?"  said  the  second  man.  "Why,  I'm  always  in 
bed  before  sunrise." 

A  traveling  man  who  was  a  cigarette  smoker  reached   town 
on  an  early  train.     He  wanted  a  smoke,  but  none  of  the  stores 


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were  open.     Near  the  station  he  saw  a  newsboy  smoking,  and 
approached   him   with : 

"Say,  son.  got  another  cigarette?" 

sir,"  said  the  boy,  "but  I've  got  the  makings." 

"All    right,"  the  traveling  man  said.     "But   I  can't  roll  'em 
very   well.     Will  you   fix  one  for  me?" 

The  boy  did. 

"Don't   believe    I've   got    a   match,"    said    the    man,    after    a 
search  through   his  pockets. 

The  boy  handed  him  a  match.     "Say,  Captain,"  he  said  "you 
ain't   got   anything   but   the    habit,   have   you?" 


Habit  with  him  was  all  the  test  of  truth  ; 

"It  must   be  right:   I've  done  it   from   my  youth." 

— Crabbe. 


HADES 
See   Future   life. 

HAPPINESS 

Lord  Tankerville,  in  New  York,  said  of  the  international 
school  question : 

"The  subject  of  the  American  versus  the  English  school  has 
been  too  much  discussed.  The  good  got  from  a  school  depends, 
after  all,  on  the  schoolboy  chiefly,  and  I'r.i  afraid  the  average 
schoolboy  is  well  reflected  in  that  classic  schoolboy  letter  home 
which  said  : 

"'hear  parents — We  are  having  a  good  time  now  at  school. 
George  Jones  broke  his  leg  coasting  and  is  in  bed.  We  went 
skating  and  the  ice  broke  and  all  got  wet  \Villic  Hrown  \\a^ 
drown  •  of  the  1  .ire  down  with  influen/a.  Th«- 

gardener  fell  into  o'  d  broke  his  rib,  but  he  can  work 

a  liu'  t  the  race  course  kicked  us  be- 

id  we  are  all  black  and 

blue.  I  broke  my  front  tooth  playing  football.  We  are  very 
..'" 


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Mankind  are  always  happier  for  having  been  hapny ;  so  that 
if  you  make  them  happy  now,  you  make  them  happy  twenty 
years  hence  by  the  memory  of  it. — Sydney  Smith. 

HARNESSING 

The  story  is  told  of  two  Trenton  men  who  hired  a  horse 
and  trap  for  a  little  outing  not  long  ago.  Upon  reaching  their 
destination,  the  horse  was  unharnessed  and  permitted  peace- 
fully to  graze  while  the  men  fished  for  an  hour  or  two. 

When  they  were  ready  to  go  home,  a  difficulty  at  once  pre- 
sented itself,  inasmuch  as  neither  of  the  Trentonians  knew  how 
to  reharness  the  horse.  Every  effort  in  this  direction  met  with 
dire  failure,  and  the  worst  problem  was  properly  to  adjust  the 
bit.  The  horse  himself  seemed  to  resent  the  idea  of  going 
into  harness  again. 

Finally  one  of  the  friends,  in  great  disgust,  sat  down  in  the 
road.  "There's  only  one  thing  we  can  do,  Bill,"  said  he. 

"What's  that?"  asked  Bill. 

"Wait   for   the   foolish   beast   to  yawn !" 

HARVARD    UNIVERSITY 

"Well,  I'll  tell  you  this,"  said  the  college  man,  "Wellesley 
is  a  match  factory." 

"That's  quite  true,"  assented  the  girl.  "At  Wellesley  we 
make  the  heads,  but  we  get  the  sticks  from  Harvard." — C. 
Stratton. 

HASH 

"George,"  said  the  Titian-haired  school  marm,  "is  there  any 
connecting  link  between  the  animal  kingdom  and  the  vegetable 
kingdom?" 

"Yeth,  ma'am,"  answered  George  promptly.  "Hash." 

HASTE 

The  ferry-dock  was  crowded  with  weary  home-goers  when 
through  the  crowd  rushed  a  man — hot,  excited,  laden  to  the 


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chin  with  bundles  of  every  shape  and  size.  He  sprinted  down 
the  pier,  his  eyes  fixed  on  a  ferryboat  only  two  or  three  feet 
out  from  the  pier.  He  paused  but  an  instant  on  the  string- 
piece,  and  then,  cheered  on  by  the  amused  crowd,  he  made  a 
flying  leap  across  the  intervening  stretch  of  water  and  landed 
safely  on  the  deck.  A  fat  man  happened  to  be  standing  on  the 
exact  spot  on  which  he  struck,  and  they  both  went  down  with 
a  resounding  crash.  When  the  arriving  man  had  somewhat 
recovered  his  breath  he  apologized  to  the  fat  man.  "I  hope  I 
didn't  hurt  you,"  he  said.  "I  am  sorry.  But,  anyway  I  caught 
the  boat!" 

"I'.ut    you    i<li<>t,"    said    the    fat    man,    "the    boat    was   coming 
in!" 

HEALTH  RESORTS 

'  '\Vlu-rt.-  \e  you  been,  Murray?" 

"To   a  health    resort.     Finest  place   I   ever   struck.     It   was 
Dimply   great." 

"Then    why    did   you    come    away?" 

"<  Mi.   I  .uot  sick  and  had  to  come  home." 

"  \re  you  going  back?" 

"You   brt.     Just  as  soon  as  I  get  well  enough." 

HEARING 


Th<-    I.adio'    Aid    ladie^    were    talking   about    a   conversation 
they   had  <  >\  erheard   before  the   meeting,  between  a   man   and   his 

"They   must    have  1-een   1"  the   Z  .  "because 

d    her   mention    'a    trained   deer.'  " 

'"   lambed    Mrs.    IV    "What    queer  hearing 

talking   about    guinj?    away,    and    she 
said,    Tind    nut    about    the   train,    d 

1    did    anybody    CVC3  imed     Mr*.    C  "'    am 

they  :.l    '.i  trained    < 

as  distinctly  as  could   be  " 

The  t.i    warm    up.   ami    in    the    miiNi    of    it 

the    lady     liei  They    carried     their    rase     t«>     her 

promptly,  and   a^Ked    for   a    M-ttlcment. 


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''Well,  well,  you  do  beat  all!"  she  exclaimed,  after  hearing 
each  one.  "I'd  been  out  to  the  country  overnight,  and  was 
asking  my  husband  if  it  rained  here  last  night." 

After  which  the  three  disputants  retired,  abashed  and  in 
silence. — W.  J.  Lampion. 

HEAVEN 

"Tom,"  said  an  Indiana  youngster  who  was  digging  in  the 
yard,  "don't  you  make  that  hole  any  deeper,  or  you'll  come 
to  gas." 

"Well,  what   if  I  do?     It  won't  hurt." 

"Yes,  't  will  too.  If  it  spouts  out,  we'll  be  blown  clear  up 
to  heaven." 

"Shucks,  that  would  be  fun !  You  an'  me  would  be  the  only 
live  ones  up  there." — I.  C.  Curtis. 

See  also  Future  life. 

HEIRLOOMS 

HE  (wondering  if  his  rival  has  been  accepted) — "Are  both 
your  rings  heirlooms?" 

SHE  (concealing  the  hand) — "Oh,  dear,  yes.  One  has  been 
in  the  family  since  the  time  of  Alfred,  but  the  other  is  newer" — 
(blushing) — "it  only  dates  from  the  conquest." 

"My  grandfather  was   a  captain  of  industry." 
"Well?" 

"He  left  no  sword,  but  we  still  treasure  the  stubs  of  his 
check-books." 

HELL 
See  Future  life. 

HEREDITY 

"Papa,  what  does  hereditary  mean?" 
"Something  which   descends   from   father  to   son." 
"Is  a  spanking  hereditary?" 


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William  had  just  returned  from  college,  resplendent  in  peg- 
top  trousers,  silk  hosiery,  a  fancy  waistcoat,  and  a  necktie  that 
spoke  for  itself.  He  entered  the  library  where  his  father  was 
reading.  The  old  gentleman  looked  up  and  surveyed  his  son. 
The  longer  he  looked,  the  more  disgusted  he  became. 

"Son,"  he  finally  blurted  out,  "you  look  like  a  d fool!" 

Later,  the  old  Major  who  lived  next  door  came  in  and  greet- 
ed the  boy  heartily.  "William,"  he  said,  with  undisguised  ad- 
miration, "you  look  exactly  like  your  father  did  twenty-five 
years  ago  when  he  came  back  from  school!" 

-."   replied  William,  with  a  smile,   "so   Father   was  just 
telling  me." 

"There  seems  to  be  a  strange  affinity  between  a  darky  and 
a  chicken.  I  wonder  why?"  said  Jones. 

"Naturally  enough,"  replied  Brown.  "One  is  descended  from 
Ham  and  the  other  from  eggs." 

"So  you  have  adopted  a  baby  to  raise?"  we  ask  of  our 
friend.  "Well,  it  may  turn  out  all  right,  but  don't  you  think 
you  are  taking  chances?" 

"Not  a  chance,"  he  answers.  "No  matter  how  many  bad 
habits  the  child  may  develop,  my  wife  can't  say  he  inherits 
any  of  them  from  my  side  of  the  house." 


See  also  Ancestry. 


HEROES 


PASSER-BY — "You  took  a  great  risk  in  rescuing  that 
boy;  you  deserve  a  Carnegie  medal.  Wli.it  pnnnpti-d  ><>u  to 
do  it?" 

Tin    Hi  KM    "He  had  my  skates  on !"— Puck. 

Mr.  HENPECK— "Are  you  the  man  who  gave  my  wife  a  lot  of 
impudence?" 

MH  "I  reckon  I  am." 

:— "Shake!    You're  a  hero." 

Each  man  is  a  hero  and  an  oracle  to  somebody.— Emerson. 


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HIGH  COST  OF  LIVING 
Sec  Cost  of  living. 

HINTING 

Little  James,  while  at  a  neighbor's,  was  given  a  piece  of 
bread  and  butter,  and  politely  said,  "Thank  you." 

"That's  right,  James,"  said  the  lady.  "I  like  to  hear  little 
boys  say  'thank  you.' " 

"Well,"  rejoined  James,  "If  you  want  to  hear  me  say  it 
again,  you  might  put  some  jam  on  it." 

HOME 

Home  is  a  place  where  you  can  take  off  your  new  shoes 
and  put  on  your  old  manners. 

Who   hath   not   met   with   home-made  bread, 
A  heavy  compound  of  putty  and  lead — 
And  home-made  wines  that  rack  the  head, 
And  home-made   liquors  and  waters? 
Home-made   pop  that  will   not   foam, 
And    home-made   dishes    that   drive   one    from   home — 
****** 

Home-made  by  the  homely  daughters. 

—Hood. 

HOMELINESS 
See  Beauty,  Personal. 

HOMESTEADS 

"Malachi,"  said  a  prospective  homesteader  to  a  lawyer,  "you 
know  all  about  this  law.  Tell  me  what  I  am  to  do." 

"Well,"  said  the  other,  "I  don't  remember  the  exact  word- 
ing of  the  law,  but  I  can  give  you  the  meaning  of  it.  It's  this : 
The  government  is  willin'  to  bet  you  one  hundred  and  sixty 
acres  of  land  against  fourteen  dollars  that  you  can't  live  on 
it  five  years  without  starving  to  death." — Fcnlmore  Martin. 


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HONESTY 

"He's  an  honest  young  man"  said  the  saloon  keeper,  with 
an  approving  smile.  "He  sold  his  vote  to  pay  his  whisky 
bill." 

VISITOR  —  "And  you  always  did  your  daring  robberies  single- 
handed?  Why  didn't  you  have  a  pal?" 

PRISONER  —  "Well,  sir,  I  wuz  afraid  he  might  turn  out  to  be 
dishonest." 


tistrirt  Attorney  Jerome,  at  a  dinner  in  New  York,  told  a 
story  about  honesty.  "There  was  a  man,"  he  said,  "who 
applied  for  a  position  in  a  dry-goods  house.  His  appearance 

prepossessing,  and  references  were  demanded.  After 
some  hesitation,  he  gave  the  name  of  a  driver  in  the  firm's 
employ.  This  driver,  he  thought,  would  vouch  for  him.  A 
clerk  sought  out  the  driver,  and  asked  him  if  the  applicant  was 
honest.  "Honest?"  the  driver  said.  "Why,  his  honesty's  been 
proved  again  and  again.  To  my  certain  knowledge  he's  been 
arrested  nine  times  for  stealing  and  every  time  he  was  ac- 
quitted." 

"ll«i\v  is  it,  Mr.  IJrown."  said  a  miller  to  a  farmer,  "that 
wlu-n  J  came  to  measure  tlm-e  ten  barrels  of  apples  I  bought 
from  you.  I  found  them  nearly  two  barrels  short?" 

ry  singular;  for  I   sent  them  to  you  in  ten  of 
your  own   flour-barrels." 

"Ahem!  Did,  eh?"  said  the  miller.  "Well,  perhaps  I  made 
a  mi-  1  .1..  I  «  i'  imbibe." 

Th«  laid   down    four   ares   and    so.oped    in    the   pot. 

"This   uamr   ain't    on   the   level."   protested    Sanrhu-.li    Sam,    at 

me    time    produriim    a    KIIII    to    lend    force    to    his    | 
ti-.n.      '•  I  bat   ain't    the   baud    1    dealt    J 

lumpy    little    woman    with  holding    by    the 

baud    two   dumpy    little    1  a    the- 

I  landin.:    in   a   miai  '  !•-«•,  |   m<  .  Kl\     for   the   b. 

for  that   money. 


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"Those  boys  must  have  tickets  if  you  take  them  in,"  said 
the  clerk. 

"Oh,  no,  mister,"  she  said.  "I  never  pay  for  them.  I 
never  can  spare  more  than  a  quarter,  and  1  just  love  a  show. 
\\  o  won't  cheat  you  any,  mister,  for  they  both  go  sound  asleep 
just  as  soon  as  they  get  into  a  seat,  and  don't  see  a  single  bit 
of  it." 

The  argument  convinced  the  ticket  man,  and  he  allowed  the 
two  children  to  pass  in. 

Toward  the  end  of  the  second  act  an  usher  came  out  of  the 
auditorium  and  handed  a  twenty-five-cent  piece  to  the  ticket- 
seller. 

"What's  this?"  demanded  the  latter. 

"I  don't  know,"  said  the  usher.  "A  little  chunk  of  a  woman 
beckoned  me  clear  across  the  house,  and  said  one  of  her  kids 
had  waked  up  and'  was  looking  at  the  show,  and  that  I  should 
bring  you  that  quarter." 

HONOR 

In  the  smoking  compartment  of  a  Pullman,  there  were  six 
men  smoking  and  reading.  All  of  a  sudden  a  door  banged  and 
the  conductor's  voice  cried: 

"All  tickets,  please!" 

Then  one  of  the  men  in  the  compartment  leaped  to  his  feet, 
scanned  the  faces  of  the  others  and  said,  slowly  and  impres- 
sively : 

"Gentlemen,   I  trust  to  your  honor." 

And  he  dived  under  the  seat  and  remained  there  in  a  small, 
silent  knot  till  the  conductor  was  safely  gone. 

Titles    of    honour    add    not    to    his    worth, 
Who  is  himself  an  honour   to  his   titles. 

— John  Ford. 

HOPE 

FRED — "My  dear  Dora,  let  this  thought  console  you  for  your 
lover's  death.  Remember  that  other  and  better  men  than  he 
have  gone  the  same  way." 

BEREAVED  ONE — "They  haven't  all  gone,  have  they?" — Puck. 


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HORSES 

A  city  -man,  visiting  a  small  country  town,  boarded  a  stage 
with  two  dilapidated  horses,  and  found  that  he  had  no  other 
currency  than  a  five-dollar  bill.  This  he  proffered  to  the  driver. 
The  latter  took  it,  looked  it  over  for  a  moment  or  so,  and 
then  asked: 

"Which  horse  do  you  want?" 

A    traveler   in    Indiana    noticed    that    a    farmer    was    having 
trouble  with  his  horse.     It  would  start,  go  slowly  for  a  short 
distance,   and   then   stop   again.     Thereupon   the    farmer   would 
have  great  difficulty  in  getting  it  started.     Finally  the  traveler 
approached  and  asked,  solicitously : 
your  horse  sick?" 
t  as  I  knows  of." 

"Is  he  balky?" 

"No.  But  he  is  so  danged  'fraid  I'll  say  whoa  and  he  won't 
hear  me,  that  he  stops  every  once  in  a  while  to  listen." 

A  German  farmer  was  in  search  of  a  horse. 

"I've  got  just  the  horse  for  you,"  said  the  liveryman.  "He's 
five  years  old,  sound  as  a  dollar  and  goes  ten  miles  without 
stopping." 

The  German   threw  his  hands   skyward. 

"Not  for  me,"  he  said,  "not  for  me.  I  live  eight  miles  from 
town,  mid  mit  dot  horse  I  haf  to  valk  back  two  miles." 

There's  a  grocer  who  is  notorious  for  his  wretched  horse 
flesh. 

The  grocer's  boy  is  ratlu-r  a  reckless  driver.  He  drove  one 
<»f  hi-  £s  a  little  too  hard  one  day,  and  the 

animal    fell  ill  and  died. 

I've  killed  my  horse,  curse  you!"  the  grocer  said  to  the 

boy  i1 

"I'm   -urn-,   1ms*."  the  lad    faltered. 

ry   be   durnc.l  .  ,|    the   grocer.    "Who's    going   to 

ic   for  my  lu.: 

"I'll   make  it  all   right,   boss."  said    the  hoy   soothingly    "Y..U 
•  ke  it   nut   of  my   next   Saturday's 


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Before  Abraham  Lincoln  became  President  he  was  called 
out  of  town  on  important  law  business.  As  he  had  a  long 
distance  to  travel  he  hired  a  horse  from  a  livery  stable:  When  a 
few  days  later  he  returned  he  took  the  horse  back  to  the  stable 
and  asked  the  man  who  had  given  it  to  him :  "Keep  this  horse 
for  funerals?" 

"No,  indeed,"  answered  the  man  indignantly. 

"Glad  to  hear  it,"  said  Lincoln ;  "because  if  you  did  the 
corpse  wouldn't  get  there  in  time  for  the  resurrection." 

HOSPITALITY 

Night  was  approaching  and  it  was  raining  hard.  The  trav- 
eler dismounted  from  his  horse  and  rapped  at  the  door  of  the 
one  farmhouse  he  had  struck  in  a  five-mile  stretch  of  traveling. 
No  one  came  to  the  door. 

As  he  stood  on  the  doorstep  the  water  from  the  eaves 
trickled  down  his  collar.  He  rapped  again.  Still  no  answer. 
He  could  feel  the  stream  of  water  coursing  down  his  back. 
Another  spell  of  pounding,  and  finally  the  red  head  of  a  lad 
of  twelve  was  stuck  out  of  the  second  story  window. 

"Watcher  want?"  it  asked. 

"I  want  to  know  if  I  can  stay  here  over  night,"  the  traveler 
answered  testily. 

The  red-headed  lad  watched  the  man  for  a  minute  or  two 
before  answering 

"Ye  kin  fer  all  of  me,"  he  finally  answered,  and  then  closed 
the  window. 

The  old   friends  had  had  three  days  together. 

"You  have  a  pretty  place  here,  John,"  remarked  the  guest 
on  the  morning  of  his  departure.  "But  it  looks  a  bit  bare  yet." 

"Oh,  that's  because  the  trees  are  so  young,"  answered  the 
host  comfortably.  "I  hope  they'll  have  grown  to  a  good  size 
before  you  come  again." 

A  youngster  of  three  was  enjoying  a  story  his  mother  was 
reading  aloud  to  him  when  a  caller  came.  In  a  few  minutes 
his  mother  was  called  to  the  telephone.  The  boy  turned  to 
the  caller  and  said  "Now  you  beat  it  home." 


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Ollic  James,  the  famous  Kentucky  Congressman  and  racon- 
teur, hails  from  a  little  town  in  the  western  part  of  the  state, 
but  his  patriotism  is  state-wide,  and  when  Louisville  made  a 
bid  for  the  last  Democratic  national  convention  she  had  no 
more  enthusiastic  supporter  than  James.  A  Denver  supporter 
was  protesting. 

" \Vhy.  you  know,  Colonel,"  said  he,  "Louisville  couldn't 
'ake  care  of  the  crowds.  Even  by  putting  cots  in  the  halls, 
parlors,  and  the  dining-rooms  of  the  hotels  there  wouldn't  be 
beds  enough." 

"Beds!"  echoed  the  genial  Congressman,  "why,  sir,  Louis- 
ville would  make  her  visitors  have  such  a  thundering  good 
time  that  no  gentleman  would  think  of  going  to  bed!" 

HOSTS 

I  thank  you  for  your  welcome  which  was  cordial, 
And  your  cordial  which  was  welcome. 

Here's  to  the  host  and   the   ho- 

\\Vre   honored   to  be  here   tonight; 
May   they  both   live  long  and    prosper. 
May  their  star  of  hope  ever  be  bright 

HOTELS 

In  a  Montana  hotel  there  is  a  notice  which  reads:  "Board- 
ers taken  by  the  day,  week  or  month.  1  hose  who  do  not 
pay  promptly  will  be  taken  by  the  neck." — Country  Life. 

HUNGER 

A  man  was  telling  about  an  exciting   experience  in  Russia. 
pursued   over    the    fn./en    wastes   by   a   pack  of 
at  least  a  dozen  famished  wolves.     He  arose  and  shot  the  fore- 
most one,  ami  the  others  stopped  to  devour  it.     But  they  soon 

caught   up   with   him,   and    lie   shot    aii"lher.    which    ua^    in   turn 
de\oiind.      'I  hi-    ua^   repeated    until    the   la-t    famished   wolf   was 

almost  upon   him   with   \  earning  jaws,   when 

in    one    of    i  according 


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0 

to   \tiiir  reckoning  that  last    famished   wolf  must  have  had   the 
other  'leven  inside  of  him." 

"Well,  come  to  think  it  over,"  said  the  story  teller,  "maybe 
he  wasn't  so  darned  famished  after  all." 

HUNTING 

A  gentleman  from  London  was  invited  to  go  for  "a  day's 
snipe-shooting"  in  the  country.  The  invitation  was  accepted, 
and  host  and  guest  shouldered  guns  and  sallied  forth  in  quest 
of  game. 

After  a  time  a  solitary  snipe  rose,  and  promptly  fell  to 
the  visitor's  first  barrel. 

The  host's   face   fell  also. 

"We  may  as  well  return,"  he  remarked,  gloomily,  "for  that 
was  the  only  snipe  in  the  neighborhood." 

The  bird  had  afforded  excellent  sport  to  all  his  friends  for 
six  weeks. 

HURRY 
See  Haste. 

HUSBANDS 

"Is   she  making  him  a  good  wife?" 

"Well,  not  exactly;  but  she's  making  him  a  good  husband." 

A  husband  and  wife  ran  a  freak  show  in  a  certain  provin- 
cial town,  but  unfortunately  they  quarreled,  and  the  exhibits 
were  equally  divided  between  them.  The  wife  decided  to  con- 
tinue business  as  an  exhibitor  at  the  old  address,  but  the  hus- 
band went  on  a  tour. 

After  some  years'  wandering  the  prodigal  returned,  and  a 
reconciliation  took  place,  as  the  result  of  which  they  became 
business  partners  once  more.  A  few  mornings  afterward  the 
people  of  the  neighborhood  were  sent  into  fits  of  laughter  on 
reading  the  following  notice  in  the  papers: 

"By  the  return  of  my  husband  my  stock  of  freaks  has 
been  permanently  increased." 


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An  eminent  German  scientist  who  recently  visited  this 
country  with  a  number  of  his  colleagues  was  dining  at  an 
American  house  and  telling  how  much  he  had  enjoyed  various 
phases  of  his  vi-it. 

"How  did  you  like  our  railroad  trains?"  his  host  asked  him. 

"Adi.  tllu-y  are  woonderful,"  the  German  gentleman  replied; 
"so  swift,  so  safe  chenerally — und  such  luxury  in  all  dhe  fur- 
nishings und  opp'imlmetids.  All  is  excellent  excebt  one  thing — 
our  wives  do  not  like  dhe  upper  berths." 

A  couple  of  old  grouches  at  the  Metropolitan  Club  in 
\Va-hinut«in  were  one  night  speaking  of  an  old  friend  who, 
upon  his  marriage,  took  up  his  residence  in  another  city.  One 
of  the  grouches  had  recently  visited  the  old  friend,  and,  natur- 
ally, the  other  grouch  wanted  news  of  the  Benedict. 

"Is  it  true  that  he  is  henpecked?"  asked  the  second  grouch. 

"I  wouldn't  say  just  that,"  grimly  responded  the  first  grouch, 
"but  I'll  tell  you  of  a  little  incident  in  their  household  that 
came  within  my  observation.  The  very  first  morning  I  spent 
with  them,  our  old  friend  answered  the  letter  carrier's  whistle. 
As  he  returned  to  us,  in  the  breakfast  room,  he  carried  a  let- 
ter in  his  hand.  Turning  to  his  wife,  he  said: 

"'A  letter   for    me,    dear.      May    I   open   it?'" 

—Edivin   Tarrisse. 

ur  husband  says  he  leads  a  dog's  life,"  said  one  woman. 
"Yes,    it's    very    similar,"    answered    the    other,    "lie    comes 
in    with    muddy    feet,    makes    himself    comfortable    by    the    fire, 
and  waits  to  be   t 

III:UK—  "I   s'post-  your   Hill's  'ittin'  the  'arp  with   the  Inn- 
gels  nou 

\v— ,"Not   'ini.      'Ittin'   the    hanj-i-1 
tho    'arp's    ui-ai  ark!" 

"You  say  you  arc  your  wife's  third  Im-hand  r"  said  one 
man  to  another  during  a  talk. 

"\'o.  I  am   hrr   fourth  htisban.I  ;ic  reply. 

n  ' "   said   the   first  man;   "you   arc  not  a  hus- 
|  lial.it." 


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MK.    lli.M'ixK — "Is  my  wife  going  out,  Jane?" 

JANE — "Yessir." 

MK.   HKXI-IXK — "Do  you  know  if  I  am  going  with  her?" 

A  happily  married  woman,  who  had  enjoyed  thirty-three 
years  of  wedlock,  and  who  was  the  grandmother  of  four  beau- 
tiful little  children,  had  an  amusing  old  colored  woman  for 
a  cook. 

One  day  when  a  box  of  especially  beautiful  flowers  was 
left  for  the  mistress,  the  cook  happened  to  be  present,  and  she 
said:  "\V  husband  send  you  all  the  pretty  flowers  you  gits, 
Missy?" 

"Certainly,  my  husband,  Mammy,"  proudly  answered  the 
lady. 

"Glory !"  exclaimed  the  cook,  "he  suttenly  am  holdin'  out 
well." 

An  absent-minded  man  was  interrupted  as  he  was  finish- 
ing a  letter  to  his  wife,  in  the  office.  As  a  result,  the  signa- 
ture read: 

Your  loving  husband, 

HOPKINS  BROS. 
—Winifred   C.   Bristol. 

Mrs.  McKinley  used  to  tell  of  a  colored  widow  whose  chil- 
dren she  had  helped  educate.  The  widow,  rather  late  in  life, 
married  again. 

"How  are  you  getting  on?"  Mrs.  McKinley  asked  her  a 
few  months  after  her  marriage. 

"Fine,  thank  yo',  ma'am,"  the  bride  answered. 

"And  is  your  husband  a  good  provider?" 

"'Deed  he  am  a  good  providah,  ma'am,"  was  the  enthusi- 
astic reply.  "Why,  jes'  dis  las',  week  he  got  me  five  new 
places  to  wash  at." 

"I  suffer  so   from  insomnia   I  don't  know  what  to  do." 
"Oh,  my  dear,  if  you  could  only  talk  to  my  husband  awhile." 

"Did  Hardlucke  bear  hi*  misfortune  like  a  man?" 
"Exactly  like  one.  He  blamed  it  all  on  his  wife." — Judge. 


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A  popular  society  woman  announced  a  "White  Elephant 
Party."  Every  guest  was  to  bring  something  that  she  could 
not  find  any  use  for,  and  yet  too  good  to  throw  away.  The 
party  would  have  been  a  great  success  but  for  the  unlooked- 
for  development  which  broke  it  up.  Eleven  of  the  nineteen 
women  brought  their  husbands. 

A  very  man — not  one  of  nature's  clods — 
With  human  failings,  whether  saint  or  sinner: 

Endowed  perhaps  with  genius  from  the  gods 
But  apt  to  take  his  temper  from  his  dinner. 

—7.   G.   Saxe. 

The  man  who  makes  his  wife  get  up  in  the  morning  to 
start  the  fires  at  last  saved  enough  money  to  buy  an  auto- 
mobile. One  day  while  goiiiR  up  a  hill  the  machine  stopped. 

"You'll  have  to  get  out  and  push,  Fannie,"  he  said,  "be- 
cause I've  got  to  stay  jiere  and  guide  it." 

OLD  MONEY  (dying) — "I'm  afraid  I've  been  a  brute  to  you 
sometimes,  dear." 

YOUNG  WIFE — "Oh,  never  mind  that  darling;  I'll  always  re- 
member how  very  kind  you  were  when  you  left  me." 

An  inveterate  poker  player,  whose  wife  always  complained 
of  his  late  hours,  stayed  out  even  later  than  usual  one  night 
and  tells  in  the  following  way  of  his  attempt  to  get  in  un- 
noticed : 

"I  slipped  off  my  shoes  at  the  front  steps,  pulled  off  my 
clothes  in  the  hall,  slipped  into  the  bedroom,  and  began  to 
slip  into  bed  with  the  ease  of  experience. 

"My  wife  has  a  blamed  fice  dog  that  on  cold  nights  in- 
sists on  jumping  in  the  bed  with  us.  So  when  I  began  to 
slide  under  the  covers  she  stirred  in  her  sleep  and  pushed  me 
"ti  the  head. 

irt  down,  Fido,  get  down!'  she  said. 

"And,  gentlemen,   I   jmt   did  have  presence  of  mind  enough 
k    her   hand,    and   she   dozed   off   aga 

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MR.  HOMEBODY — "I  see  you  keep  copies  of  all  the  letters  you 
write  to  your  wife.  Do  you  do  it  to  avoid  repeating  your- 
self?" 

MR.   FARAWAY — "No.     To  avoid  contradicting  myself." 

There  is  gladness  in  his  gladness,  when  he's  glad, 

There   is  sadness   in  his   sadness,    when   he's   sad; 

But  the  gladness  in  his  gladness, 

Nor  the  sadness  in  his  sadness, 

Isn't  a  marker  to   his  madness  when  he's  mad. 

See  also  Cowards ;  Domestic  finance. 

HYBRIDIZATION 

We  used  to  think  that  the  smartest  man  ever  born  was 
the  Connecticut  Yankee  who  grafted  white  birch  on  red  ma- 
ples and  grew  barber  poles.  Now  we  rank  that  gentleman 
second.  First  place  goes  to  an  experimenter  attached  to  the 
Berlin  War  Office,  who  has  crossed  carrier  pigeons  with  par- 
rots, so  that  Wilhelmstrasse  can  now  get  verbal  messages 
through  the  enemy's  lines. 

— Warwick  James  Price. 

HYPERBOLE 

"Speakin'  of  fertile  soil,"  said  the  Kansan,  when  the  oth- 
ers had  had  their  say,  "I  never  saw  a  place  where  melons 
growed  like  they  used  to  out  in  my  part  of  the  country.  The 
first  season  I  planted  'em  I  thought  my  fortune  was  sure  made. 
However,  I  didn't  harvest  one." 

He  waited  for  queries,  but  his  friends  knew  him,  and  he 
was  forced  to  continue  unurged : 

"The  vines  growed  so  fast  that  they  wore  out  the  melons 
draggin'  'em  'round.  However,  the  second  year  my  two  little 
boys  made  up  their  minds  to  get  a  taste  of  one  anyhow,  so 
they  took  turns  carryin'  one  along  with  the  vine  and " 

But  his  companions  had.  already  started  toward  the  bar- 
room door. 


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News  comes  from  Southern  Kansas  that  a  boy  climbed  a 
cornstalk  to  see  how  the  sky  and  clouds  looked  and  now  the 
stalk  is  growing  faster  than  the  boy  can  climb  down.  'Hie 
boy  is  clear  out  of  sight.  Three  men  have  taken  the  con- 
tract for  cutting  down  the  stalk  with  axes  to  save  the  boy 
a  horrible  death  by  starving,  but  the  stalk  grows  so  rapidly 
that  they  can't  hit  twice  in  the  same  place.  The  boy  is  living 
on  green  corn  alone  and  has  already  thrown  down  over  four 
bushels  of  cobs.  Even  if  the  corn  holds  out  there  is  still  dan- 
ger that  the  boy  will  reach  a  height  where  he  will  be  frozen 
to  death.  There  is  some  talk  of  attempting  his  rescue  with 
a  balloon. — Topeka  Capital. 

HYPOCRISY 
Hypocrisy   is   all   right   if   we   can   pass  it  off   as   politeness. 

TEACHER — "Now,  Tommy,   what   is  a   hypocrite?" 

TOMMY — "A  boy  that  comes  to  school  with  a  smile  on  his 

"—(Jniluun   Cluirtcris. 

IDEALS 

The  fact  that  his  two  pet  bantam  hens  laid  very  small  eggs 
troubled  little  Johnny.  At  last  he  was  seized  with  an  inspira- 
tion. Johnny's  father,  upon  going  to  the  fowl-run  one  morn- 
ing, was  surprised  at  seeing  an  ostrich  egg  tied  to  one  of  the 
beams,  with  this  injunction  chalked  above  it: 

"Keep  your   eye  on  this   and  do  your  best." 

ILLUSIONS  AND  HALLUCINATIONS 

A  doctor  came  up  to  a  patient  in  an  insane  asylum,  slapped 
him  on  the  back,  and  said  :  "Well,  old  man,  you're  all  right 
You  can  run  along  and  write  your  folks  that  you'll  h»- 

in  two  weeks  as  good 

The  patient  went  off  gayly  to  write  his  letter.     lie  1 
finished  and   sealed,  but     wlu-n     In-     was    licking    tin-     stamp    it 
!   through   his  fingers  to  the  floor,   lighted  on  the  back 
of   a    cockroach    that    was    passing,    and    stuck.       The    patient 


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hadn't  seen  the  cockroach — what  he  did  see  was  his  escaped 
postage  stamp  zig-zagging  aimlessly  across  the  floor  to  the 
baseboard,  wavering  up  over  the  baseboard,  and  following  a 
crooked  track  up  the  wall  and  across  the  ceiling.  In  depressed 
silence  he  tore  up  the  letter  he  had  just  written  and  dropped 
the  pieces  on  the  floor. 

"Two  weeks !  Hell !"  he  said.  "I  won't  be  out  of  here  in 
three  years." 

IMAGINATION 

One  day  a  mother  overheard  her  daughter  arguing  with 
a  little  boy  about  their  respective  ages. 

"I  am  older  than  you,"  he  said,  '"cause  my  birthday  conies 
first,  in  May,  and  your's  don't  come  till  September." 

"Of  course  your  birthday  comes  first,"  she  sneeringly  re- 
torted, "but  that  is  'cause  you  came  down  first.  I  remember 
looking  at  the  angels  when  they  were  making  you." 

The  mother  instantly  summoned  her  daughter.  "It's  break- 
ing mother's  heart  to  hear  you  tell  such  awful  stories,"  she 
said.  "Don't  you  remember  what  happened  to  Ananias  and 
Sapphira?" 

"Oh,  yes,  mamma,  I  know ;  they  were  struck  dead  for  lying. 
I  saw  them  carried  into  the  corner  drug  store!" 

IMITATION 

Not  long  ago  a  company  was  rehearsing  for  an  open-air 
performance  of  As  You  Like  It  near  Boston.  The  garden 
wherein  they  were  to  play  was  overlooked  by  a  rising  brick 
edifice. 

One  afternoon,  during  a  pause  in  the  rehearsal,  a  voice  In  mi 
the  building  exclaimed  with  the  utmost  gravity : 

"I  prithee,  malapert,  pass  me  yon  brick." 

INFANTS 

A  wife  after  the  divorce,  said  to  her  husband : 
"I  am  willing  to  let  you  have  the  baby  half  the  time." 
"Good !"   said  he,  rubbing  his   hands.  "Splendid !" 
"Yes,"  she  resumed,   "you  may  have  him  nights." 


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"Is  the  baby  strong?" 

"Well,  rather!  You  know  what  a  tremendous  voice  he  has?" 

"Yes." 

"Well,  he  lifts  that  five  or  six  times  an  hour!" 

—Comic   Cuts. 

Recipe   for  a  baby: 
Clean   and   dress   a   wriggle,  add   a  pint   of   nearly   milk, 

Smother  with  a  pillow  any  sneeze; 
Baste  with  talcum  powder  and  mark  upon  its  back — 
"Don't  forget  that  you  were  one  of  these." 

-Life. 

INQUISITIVENESS 
See  Wives. 

INSANITY 
See  Editors;  Love. 

INSPIRATIONS 

She  was  from  Boston,  and  he  was  not. 

Hi  had  spent  a  harrowing  evening  discussing  authors  of 
whom  he  knew  nothing,  and  their  books,  of  which  he  knew 
less. 

Presently  the  maiden  asked  archly:  "Of  course,  you've  read 
'Romeo  and  Juliet?'" 

He  floundered  helplessly  for  a  moment  and  then,  having  a 
brilliant  thought,  blurted  out,  happily : 

"I've — I've  read  Romeo!" 

INSTALMENT  PLAN 

Half   the   world   doesn't   know   how   many   things   the   other 
••ip  instalment*  on. 

INSTRUCTIONS 

A  lively  looking  porter  st"<><l  «>n  the  te.ir  platform  of  a 
sleep  in  the  Pennsylvania  station  when  a  fussy  and 


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choleric  old  man  clambered  up  the  steps.  He  stopped  at  the 
door,  puffed  for  a  moment,  and  then  turned  to  the  young 
man  in  uniform. 

''Porter,"  he  said.  "I'm  going  to  St.  Louis,  to  the  Fair. 
I  want  to  be  well  taken  care  of.  I  pay  for  it.  Do  you  under- 
stand?" 

"Yes,   sir,  but " 

"Never  mind  any  'buts.'  You  listen  to  what  I  say.  Keep 
the  train  boys  away  from  me.  Dust  me  off  whenever  I  want 
you  to.  Give  me  an  extra  blanket,  and  if  there  is  any  one 
in  the  berth  over  me  slide  him  into  another.  I  want  you  to " 

"But,   say,   boss,   I " 

"Young  man,  when  I'm  giving  instructions  I  prefer  to 
do  the  talking  myself.  You  do  as  I  say.  Here  is  a  two-dollar 
bill.  I  want  to  get  the  good  of  it.  Not  a  word,  sir." 

The  train  was  starting.  The  porter  pocketed  the  bill  with 
a  grin  and  swung  himself  to  the  ground. 

"All  right,  boss!"  he  shouted.  "You  can  do  the  talking 
if  you  want  to.  I'm  powerful  sorry  you  wouldn't  let  me  tell 
you — but  I  aint  going  out  on  that  train." 


INSURANCE,  LIFE 

A  man  went  to  an  insurance  office  to  have  his  life  insured 
the  other  day. 

"Do  you   cycle?"   the   insurance  agent   asked. 

"No,"  said  the  man. 

"Do  you  motor?" 

"No." 

"Do  you,  then,  perhaps,   fly?" 

"No,  no,"  said  the  applicant,  laughing ;  "I  have  no  danger- 
ous  " 

But  the  agent  interrupted  him  curtly. 

"Sorry,  sir,"  he  said,  "but  we  no  longer  insure  pedestrians." 


INSURANCE  BLANKS 
See  Irish  bulls. 


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INSURGENTS 

"And    what."    asked    a   visitor    to    the    North    Dakota    State 

"do  you  call  that  kind  of  cucumber?" 

"That,"  replied  a  Fargo  politician,  "is  the  Insurgent  cucum- 
ber. It  doesn't  always  agree  with  a  party." 

INVITATIONS 

A  voting  woman  of  a  western  town  desired  to  show  some 
kindness  to  a  young  officer  of  the  militia  to  whom  she  had 
taken  a  fancy.  She  therefore  dispatched  this  note: 

"Mrs.  Sinythe  requests  the  pleasure  of  Captain  White's 
company  at  a  reception  on  Friday  evening." 

A  prompt  reply  came  which  read: 

"With  the  exception  of  three  men  who  are  sick,  Captain 
White's  company  accept  your  kind  invitation  and  will  come 
with  pleasure  to  your  reception  Friday  evening." 

"Recently,"  says  a  Richmond  man,  "I  received  an  invitation 
to  the  marriage  of  a  young  colored  couple  formerly  in  my 
employ.  I  am  quite  sure  that  all  persons  similarly  favored 
were  left  in  little  doubt  as  to  the  attitude  of  the  couple.  The 
invitation  ran  as  follows: 

•i  are  invited  t..  the  marriage  of  Mr.  Henry  Clay  Marker 
and  Mi-v  J»-<  phine  Mortimer  Dixon  at  t!:e  house  ..f  the  bride's 
niotlu-r.  All  who  cannot  e«>me  may  send."  //.«,v</n/  M 

One  day  a  Chinese  poor  man  mot  the  head  of  his  family 
in  the  street. 

"Come   and    dine    with    ns    tmiiv-lit."    the   mandarin    laid 
ciously. 

"Thank  you,"  said  the  poor  relation.  "Hut  wouldn't  tomorrow 
night  do  just  as  well?" 

Mainly.      I  you    dining    t<>nii:' 

the  mandarin  curiously. 

your  house.     You   see,  your  estimable  wife   was  good 
>t\  invii..- 


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MARION    (just    from  the   telephone) — "He   wanted   to   know 
if  we  would  go  to  the  theater  with  him,  and  I  said  we  would." 
MADELINE — "Who  was  speaking?" 
MARION — "Oh,   gracious!   I   forgot  to  ask." 

Little  Willie  wanted  a  birthday  party,  to  which  his  mother 
consented,  provided  he  ask  his  little  friend  Tommy.  The  boys 
had  had  trouble,  but,  rather  tlian  not  have  the  party,  Willie 
promised  his  mother  to  invite  Tommy. 

On  the  evening  of  the  party,  when  all  the  small  guests  had 
arrived  except  Tommy,  the  mother  became  suspicious  and 
sought  her  son. 

"Willie,"  she  said,  "did  you  invite  Tommy  to  your  party 
tonight?" 

"Yes,  Mother." 

"And  did  he  say  he  would  not  come?" 

"No,"  explained  Willie.  "I  invited  him  all  right,  but  I 
dared  him  to  come." 

IRISH  BULLS 

Two  Irishmen  were  among  a  class  that  was  being  drilled 
in  marching  tactics.  One  was  new  at  the  business,  and,  turn- 
ing to  his  companion,  asked  him  the  meaning  of  the  com- 
mand "Halt!"  "Why,"  said  Mike,  "when  he  says  'Halt,'  you 
just  bring  the  foot  that's  on  the  ground  to  the  side  av  the 
foot  that's  in  the  air,  an'  remain  motionless^" 

"Dear  teacher,"  wrote  little  Johnny's  mother,  "kindly  excuse 
John's  absence  from  school  yesterday  afternoon,  as  he  fell  in 
the  mud.  By  doing  the  same  you  will  greatly  oblige  his 
mother." 

An  Irishman  once  was  mounted  on  a  mule  which  was  kick- 
ing its  legs  rather  freely.  The  mule  finally  got  its  hoof  caught 
in  the  stirrup,  when  the  Irishman  excitedly  remarked :  "Well, 
begorra,  if  you're  goin'  to  git  on  I'll  git  off." 

"The  doctor  says  if  'e  lasts  till  morning  'e'll  'ave  some  'ope. 
but  if  'e  don't,  the  doctor  says  'e  give  'im  up." 


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For  rent — A   room   for  a  gentleman   with   all   conveniences. 

A  servant  of  an  English  nobleman  died  and  her  relatives 
telegraphed  him:  "Jane  died  last  night,  and  wishes  to  know 
if  your  lordship  will  pay  her  funeral  expenses." 

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." 

A  college  professor,  noted  for  strict  discipline,  entered  the 
classroom  one  cfay  and  noticed  a  girl  student  sitting  with  her 
feet  in  the  aisle  and  chewing  gum. 

"Mary,"  exclaimed  the  indignant  professor,  "take  that  gum 
out  of  your  mouth  and  put  your  feet  in." 

MAGISTRATE — "You  admit  you  stole  the  pig?" 

PRISONER — "I  'ave  to." 

MAGISTRATE — "Very  well,  then.  There  has  been  a  lot  of  pig- 
stealing  going  on  lately,  and  I  am  going  to  make  an  example 
of  you,  or  none  of  us  will  be  safe." — A/.  L.  Hayward. 

"In  eh-  osim;  his  men,"  said  the  Sabbath-school  superin- 
tendent, "Gideon  did  not  select  those  who  laid  aside  their  arms 
and  threw  themselves  down  to  drink;  but  he  took  those  who 
watched  with  one  eye  and  drank  with  the  other." — Joe  King. 

"If  you   want  to  put  that  song  over  you  must  sing  louder." 
"I'm   Dinging  as  loud  as  I   can.     What  more  can   I  do?" 

more  enthusiastic.     Open  your  mouth  and  throw  your- 
self into  it." 

A  little  old  Irishman  was  trying  to  see  the  Hudson-Fulton 
procession  from  Grant's  Tomb  IK  ^tond  up  on  a  bench,  hut 

i    down    by    a    policeman.     Then    he    tried    the 
balustrade  ami   bruin   removed   from   that    \..-  nt.   climbed 

l.i    MMIIH    ( 'hand's    IMIII:'  <1    olT    that. 

.m't    look    at    .,nn\  tiling    irimi    u  I 
mini." 


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MRS.  JENKINS — "Mrs.  Smith,  we  shall  be  neighbors  now. 
I  have  bought  a  house  next  you,  with  a  water  frontage." 

MRS    SMITH — "So  glad!  I  hope  you  will  drop  in  some  time." 

In  the  hall  of  a  Philharmonic  society  the  following  notice 
was  posted : 

"The  seats  in  this  hall  are  for  the  use  of  the  ladies.  Gen- 
tlemen are  requested  to  make  use  of  them  only  after  the 
former  are  seated." 

Sir  Boyle  Roche  is  credited  with  saying  that  "no  man  can 
be  in  two  places  at  the  same  time,  barring  he  is  a  bird." 

A  certain  high-school  professor,  who  at  times  is  rather  blunt 
in  speech,  remarked  to  his  class  of  boys  at  the  beginning  of 
a  lesson,  "I  don't  know  why  it  is — every  time  I  get  up  to 
speak,  some  fool  talks."  Then  he  wondered  why  the  boys 
burst  out  into  a  roar  of  laughter. — Grub  S.  Arts. 

Once,  at  a  criminal  court,  a  young  chap  from  Connemara 
was  being  tried  for  an  agrarian  murder.  Needless  to  say, 
he  had  the  gallery  on  his  side,  and  the  men  and  women  began 
to  express  their  admiration  by  stamping,  not  loudly,  but  like 
muffled  drums.  A  big  policeman  came  up  to  the  gallery,  scowled 
at  the  disturbers,  then,  when  that  had  no  effect,  called  out  in 
a  stage  whisper : 

"Wud  ye  howld  yer  tongues  there !  Howld  yer  tongues  wid 
yer  feet!" 

The  ways  in  which  application  forms  for  insurance  are  filled 
up  are  often  more  amusing  than  enlightening,  as  The  Brit- 
ish Medical  Journal  shows  in  the  following  excellent  selection 
of  examples: 

Mother  died   in   infancy. 

Father  went  to  bed  feeling  well,  and  the  next  morning  woke 
up  dead. 

Grandmother  died  suddenly  at  the  age  of  103.  Up  to  this 
time  she  bade  fair  to  reach  a  ripe  old  age. 


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Applicant  does  not  know  anything  about  maternal  posterity. 
except  that  they  died  at  an  advanced  age. 

Applicant  does  not  know  cause  of  mother's  death,  but  states 
that  she  fully  recovered  from  her  last  illness. 

Applicant  has  never  been    fatally  sick. 

Applicant's  brother  who  was  an  infant  died  when  he  was 
a  mere  child. 

Mother's  last  illness  was  caused  from  chronic  rheumatism, 
he  was  cured  before  death. 

IRISHMEN 

\  IY«  -Ha  merchant  deals  in  "Irish  confetti."  \Ye  take  it  that 
he  runs  a  brick-yard.  —  Chicago  Tribune. 

Here  arc  some   words,  concerning  the  Hibernian  spoken  by 

1   preacher,   Nathaniel  Ward,   in   the  sober  year 

of  sixteen  hundred  —  a  spark  of  humor  struck  from  flint.     "These 

Irish,  anciently  called   'Anthropophagi,'  man-eaters,  have  a  tra- 

dition   among   them   that   when   the    devil    showed    Our    Savior 

all   the  kingdoms  of  the  earth   and   their  glory,   he   would   not 

Him    Ireland,   but   reserved    it   for  himself;    it   is  probably 

true,  for  he  hath  kept  it  ever  since  for  his  own  peculiar." 

An  Irishman  once  lined  up  his  family  of  seven  giant-like 
sons  and  invited  his  caller  to  take  a  look  at  them. 

"Ain't  they  fine  boys?"  inquired  the  father. 

"They   are,"   agreed   the    visitor. 

"The  tiiu-t  in  the  world!"  exclaimed  the  father.  "An1  I 
nivvcr  laid  violent  hands  on  any  one  of  Yin  except  in  silf- 
dilincc."  —  / 


See  also  Fighting;    Irish   bulls. 

IRREVERENCE 

I  here  were  three  young  women  of  Birmingham. 
And  I  know  a  sad  story  concerning  'cm  : 
They    stuck    needles    and    j 
In  the  reverend  shins 

op  engaged  in  confirming  Yin. 

—Gilbert  K.  Chesterton. 


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JAMES,   HENRY 

A  few  years  ago  Henry  James  reviewed  a  new  novel  by 
Gertrude  Atherton.  After  reading  the  review  Mrs.  Atherton 
wrote  to  Mr.  James  as  follows: 

"DEAR  MR.  JAMES:  I  have  read  with  much  pleasure  your  re- 
view of  my  novel.  Will  you  kindly  let  me  know  whether  you 
liked  it  or  not?  Sincerely, 

"GERTRUDE  ATHERTON." 

JEWELS 

The  girl  with  the  ruby  lips  we  like, 

The   lass    with   teeth    of   pearl, 
The    maid    with    the    eyes    like    diamonds, 

The  cheek-like-coral  girl; 
The  girl    with  the  alabaster  brow, 

The  lass   from  Emerald   Isle. 
All  these  we  like,  but  not  the  jade 

With  the  sardonyx  smile. 


JEWS 

What  is  the  difference  between  a  banana  and   a  Jew?     You 
can  skin  the  banana. 


He  was  quite  evidently  from  the  country  and  he  was  also 
quite  evidently  a  Yankee,  and  from  behind  his  bowed  spec- 
tacles he  peered  inquisitively  at  the  little  oily  Jew  who  occu- 
pied the  other  half  of  the  car  seat  with  him. 

The  little  Jew  looked  at  him  deprecatingly.  "Nice  day,"  he 
began  politely. 

"You're  a  Jew,  ain't  you?"  queried  the  Yankee. 

"Yes,  sir,  I'm  a  clothing  salesman,"  handing  him  a  card. 

"But  you're  a  Jew?" 

"Yes,  yes,  I'm  a  Jew,"  came  the  answer. 

"Well,"  continued  the  Yankee,  "I'm  a  Yankee,  and  in  the 
little  village  in  Maine  where  I  come  from  I'm  proud  to  say 
there  ain't  a  Jew." 

"Dot's  why  it's  a  village,"  replied  the  little  Jew  quietly. 


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The  men  were  arguing  as  to  who  was  the  greatest  inventor, 
-aid   Stephenson.    who   invented   the   locomotive.     Another 
declared  it  was  the  man   who  invented  the  compass.     Another 
contended    for    Edison.      Still    another    for    the    Wrights. 

Finally  one  of  them  turned  to  a  little  man  who  had  re- 
mained silent: 

"Who  do  you  think?" 

<•!!,"  he  said,  with  a  hopeful  smile,  "the  man  who  invented 
interest  was  no  slouch." 

insky,  despairing  of  his  life,  made  an  appointment  with 
a  famous  specialist,  lie  was  surprised  to  find  fifteen  or  twen- 
ty people  in  the  waiting-room. 

After  a  few  minutes  he  leaned  over  to  a  gentleman  near 
him  and  whispered,  "Say,  mine  frient,  this  must  be  a  pretty 
gcot  doctor,  ain't  he?" 

"One  of  the  best,"  the  gentleman  told  him. 

Levinsky  seemed  to  be  worrying  over  something. 

"Veil,  say,"  he  whispered  again,  "he  must  be  pretty  cx- 
bensive,  then,  ain't  he?  Vat  does  he  charge?" 

The  stranger  was  annoyed  by  Levinsky's  questions  and  an- 
swered rather  shortly:  "Fifty  dollars  for  the  first  consultation 
and  twenty-five  dollars  for  each  visit  thereafter." 

"Mine  Gott!"  gasped  Levinsky.  "Fifty  tollars  the  first 
time  und  twenty-five  tollars  each  time  afterwards!" 

For  several  minutes  he  seemed  undecided  whether  to  go 
or  to  wait.  "Und  twenty-five  tollars  each  time  afterwards," 
he  kept  muttering.  Finally,  just  as  he  was  called  into  the 
office,  he  was  seized  with  a  brilliant  inspiration.  He  rushed 
toward  the  doctor  with  outstretched  hands. 

"Hello,  doctor,"  he  said  effusively.     "Veil,  here  I  am  again" 

The  Jews  are  among  the  aristocracy  of  every  land ;  if  a 
literature  is  called  rich  in  the  n  of  a  few  classic 

tragedie>.   what    shall    \\ •«•  national   tragedy  lasting   for 

fifteen  him  rt,  in   which  the  poets  and   the  actors  were 

also  the  heroes.— Gcorrjc  F.Iint. 


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JOKES 

A  nut  and  a  joke  are  alike  in  that  they  can  both  be  cracked, 
and  different  in  that  the  joke  can  be  cracked  again. — William 
J.  Bitrtschcr. 

JOKELY — "I  got  a  batch  of  aeroplane  jokes  ready  and  sent 
them  out  last  week." 

BOGCS — "What  luck  did  you  have  with  them?" 

JOKELY— "Oh,    they   all   came   flying  back."— Will  S.   Gidlcy. 

"I  ne'er  forget  a  joke  I  have 

Once  heard !"  Augustus  cried. 
"And  neither   do  you   let  your  friends 

Forget  it !"  Jane   replied. 

—Childe  Harold. 

A  negro  bricklayer  in  Macon,  Georgia,  was  lying  down 
during  the  noon  hour,  sleeping  in  the  hot  sun.  The  clock 
struck  one,  the  time  to  pick  up  his  hod  again.  He  rose,  stretched, 
and  grumbled:  "I  wish  I  wuz  daid.  Tain'  nothin'  but  wuk, 
wuk  from  mawnin'  tell  night." 

Another  negro,  a  story  above,  heard  the  complaint  and  drop- 
ped a  brick  on  the  grumbler's  head. 

Dazed  he  looked   up  and   said: 

"De  Lawd  can'  stan'  no  jokes.  He  jes'  takes  ev'y thing  in 
yearnist." 

The  late  H.  C.  Bunner,  when  editor  of  Puck,  once  received 
a  letter  accompanying  a  number  of  would-be  jokes  in  which 
the  writer  asked:  "What  will  you  give  me  for  these?" 

"Ten  yards  start,"  was  Bunner's  generous  offer,  written  be- 
neath the  query. 

NEW  CONGRESSMAN — "What  can  I  do  for  you,  sir?" 
SALESMAN    (of    Statesmen's-   Anecdote   Manufacturing    Com- 
pany)— "I    shall    be    delighted    if   you'll    place   an    order    for   a 
dozen   of    real,    live,    snappy,    humorous   anecdotes    as    told   by 
yourself,   sir." 


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Jokes  were  first  imported  to  this  country  several  hundred 
years  ago  from  Egypt,  Babylon  and  Assyria,  and  have  since 
then  grown  and  multiplied.  They  are  in  extensive  use  in  all 
parts  of  the  country  and  as  an  antidote  for  thought  are  in- 
dispensable at  all  dinner  parties. 

There  were  originally  twenty-five  jokes,  but  when  this  coun- 
try was  formed  they  added  a  constitution,  which  increased  the 
number  to  twenty-six.  These  jokes  have  married  and  inter- 
married among  themselves  and  their  children  travel  from  press 
to  press. 

Frequently  in  one  week  a  joke  will  travel  from  New  York 
to  San  Francisco. 

The  joke  is  no  respecter  of  persons.  Shameless  and  uncon- 
cerned, he  tells  the  story  of  his  life  over  and  over  again.  Out- 
side of  the  ballot-box  he  is  the  greatest  repeater  that  we  have. 

Jokes  are  of  three  kinds — plain,  illustrated  and  pointless. 
Frequently  they  are  all  three. 

Xo  joke  is  without  honor,  except  in  its  own  country.  Jokes 
form  one  of  our  staples  and  employ  an  army  of  workers  who 
toil  night  and  day  to  turn  out  the  often  neatly  finished  prod- 
uct. The  importation  of  jokes  while  considerable  is  not  as 
as  it  might  be,  as  the  flavor  is  lost  in  transit. 

Jokes  are  used  in  the  household  as  an  antiseptic.  As  scene- 
breakers  they  have  no  equal. — Life. 

Here's  to  the  joke,  the  good  old  joke, 

The  joke  that  our  fathers  t<>l<i ; 
It  is  ready  tonight  and  is  jolly  and  bright 

As  it  was  in  the  days  of  old. 

When  Adam  was  young  it  was  on  his  tongue, 

And  Noah  got  in  the  swim 
By  telling  the  jest  as  the  brightest  and  best 

That   ever   happened    to   him. 

So  the  joke,   the  good  old  joke — 

We'll    hear    it    a^ain    t"«>iiiv:ht. 

It  -  hc.-iltli  ire  will  quaff;  that  will  help  us  to  laugh. 
•    it    in   manner  polite. 

—Lew  Dockstader. 


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A  jest's  prosperity  lies  in  the  car 

Of  him  that  hears  it,  never  in  the  tongue 

Of  him  that  makes  it. 

—Shakespeare. 

JOURNALISM 

A  Louisville  journalist  was  excessively  proud  of  his  little 
boy.  Turning  to  the  old  black  nurse,  "Aunty,"  said  he,  strok- 
ing the  little  pate,  "this  boy  seems  to  have  a  journalistic  head." 
"Oh,"  cried  the  untutored  old  aunty,  soothingly,  "never  you 
mind  'bout  dat;  dat'll  come  right  in  time." 

John  R.  McLean,  owner  of  the  Cincinnati  Enquirer  and  the 
Washington  Post,  tells  this  story  of  the  days  when  he  was  ac- 
tively in  charge  of  the  Cincinnati  newspaper:  An  Enquirer  re- 
porter was  sent  to  a  town  in  southwestern  Ohio  to  get  the 
story  of  a  woman  evangelist  who  had  been  greatly  talked 
about.  The  reporter  attended  one  of  her  meetings  and  oc- 
cupied a  front  seat.  When  those  who  wished  to  be  saved  were 
asked  to  arise,  he  kept  his  seat  and  used  his  notebook.  The 
evangelist  approached,  and,  taking  him  by  the  hand,  said,  "Come 
to  Jesus." 

"Madam,"  said  the  newspaper  man,  "I'm  here  solely  on 
business — to  report  your  work." 

"Brother,"  said  she,  "there  is  no  business  so  important  as 
God's." 

"Well,  may  be  not,"  said  the  reporter ;  "but  you  don't  know 
John  R.  McLean." 

A  newspaper  man  named  Fling 

Could   make  "copy"  from  any  old  thing. 

But  the  copy  he  wrote 

Of  a  five  dollar  note 
Was  so  good  he  is  now   in  Sing  Sing. 

— Columbia  fester. 

**Come  in,"  called  the  magazine  editor. 

"Sir,  I  have  called  to  see  about  that  article  of  mine  that 
you  bought  two  years  ago.  My  name  is  Pensnink — Percival 


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Perrhyn  1'cnsnink.  My  compoMtion  was  called  'The  Behavior 
of  Chipmunks  in  Thunderstorms/  and  I  should  like  to  know 
how  much  longer  I  must  watch  and  wait  before  I  shall  see 
it  in  print." 

"1  remember,1*'  the  editor  replied.  "We  are  saving  your 
little  essay  to  use  at  the  time  of  your  death.  When  public  at- 
tention is  drawn  to  an  author  we  like  to  have  something  of  his 
on  hand." 

Hear,  land  p'  cakes,  and  brither  Scots, 
Frae  Maidenkirk  to  Johnny  (iroat's; 
If  there's  a  hole  in  a'  your  coats, 
I   rede  you  tent  it : 
A   duel's  amang  you  taking  notes, 
And,  faith,  he'll  prent  it. 

— Burns. 


See  also   Newspapers. 


JUDGES 


A  judge  once  had  a  case  in  which  the  accused  man  under- 
stood only  Irish.     An  interpreter  was  accordingly  sworn.     The 
:cr  said  something  to  the  interpreter. 

"What  does  he  say?"  demanded  his  lordship. 

"Nothing,   my   lord,"   was  the  reply. 

"How  dare  you  say  that  when  we  all  heard  him?  Come 
on,  sir,  what  was 

"My  lord,"  said  the  interpreter  beginning  to  tremble.  it 
had  nothing  to  do  with  the  case." 

"If  you  ilon't  answer  I'll  commit  you,  sir!"  roared  the 
judge.  "Now,  what  did  he  say?" 

"Well,  my  lord,  you'll  excuse  me,  but  he  said,  'Who's  that 
old  woman  with  the  red  bed  curtain  round  her,  sitting  up 
there?" 

At  which  the  court   roared. 

!  what  did  jro  1  tin-  judge,  looking  a  little 

uncomfortable. 

Iliai's    the   ould   boy    that's 
going  to  hang  you." 

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A  gentleman  of  color  who  was  brought  before  a  police 
judge,  on  a  charge  of  stealing  chickens,  pleaded  guilty.  After 
sentencing  him,  the  judge  asked  how  he  had  managed  to  steal 
the  chickens  when  the  coop  was  so  near  the  owner's  house 
and  there  was  a  vicious  dog  in  the  yard. 

"Hit  wouldn't  be  of  no  use,  Judge,"  answered  the  darky, 
"to  try  to  'splain  dis  yer  thing  to  yo'  't  all.  Ef  yo'  was  to  try 
it,  like  as  not  yo'  would  get  yer  hide  full  o'  shot,  an'  get  no 
chicken,  nuther.  Ef  yo'  wants  to  engage  in  any  rascality.  Judge, 
yo'  better  stick  to  de  bench  whar  yo'  am  familiar." — Mrs.  L. 
F.  Clarke. 

Four  things  belong  to  a  judge :  to  hear  courteously,  to  an- 
swer wisely,  to  consider  soberly,  and  to  decide  impartially. 

— Socrates. 

JUDGMENT 

HUSBAND — "But  you  must  admit  that  men  have  better  judg- 
ment than  women." 

WIFE — "Oh,  yes — you   married   me,   and   I  you." — Life. 


JURY 

In  the  South  of  Ireland  a  judge  heard  his  usher  of  the 
court  say,  "Gentlemen  of  the  jury,  take  your  proper  places," 
and  was  convulsed  with  laughter  at  seeing  seven  of  them  walk- 
into  the  dock. 

There  was  recently  haled  into  an  Alabama  court  a  little  Irish- 
man to  whom  the  thing  was  a  new  experience.  He  was,  how- 
ever, unabashed,  and  wore  an  air  of  a  man  determined  not  to 
"get  the  worst  of  it." 

"Prisoner  at  the  bar,"  called  out  the  clerk,  "do  you  wish  to 
challenge  any  of  the  jury?" 

The  Celt  looked  the  men  in  the  box  over  very  carefully. 

"Well,  I  tell  ye,"  he  finally  replied,  "Oi'm  not  exactly  in 
trainin',  but  Oi  think  Oi  could  pull  off  a  round  or  two  with  thot 
fat  old  bov  in  th'  corner." 


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JUSTICE 

There  arc  two  sides  to  every  question— the  wrong  side  and 
our  side. 

"What,  Tommy,  in  the  jam  again,  and  you  whipped  for  it 
only  an  hour  ago!" 

-in,  but  I   heard  you   tell   Auntie  that  you  thought  you 
whipped  me  too  hard,  so  I  thought  I'd  just  even  up." 

One  man's  \\nnl  is  no  man's  word, 
Justice  is  that  both  be  heard. 

He  who  decides  a  case  without  hearing  the  other  side,  though 

ride  justly  cannot  \<c  o-nsidered  just. — Seneca. 

JUVENILE  DELINQUENCY 

A  woman  left  her  baby  in  its  carriage  at  the  door  of  a 
department-store.  A  policeman  found  it  there,  apparently 
abandoned,  and  wheeled  it  to  the  station.  As  he  passed  down 
the  street,  a  gamin  yelled:  "What's  the  kid  done?"- 

KENTUCKY 
Kentucky  is  the  state  where  they  have  poor  feud  laws. 


KINDNESS 

Kindness  goes  a  long  ways  lots  o'  times  when    it  ought   t' 
it   home.-  •'•/I'M. 

An  old  couple  came  in   from  the  country,  with  a  bi.n  basket 
of  lunch,   to  sec   the  circnv      I  IK    Imnh    \\ .  .     The  old 

wife  reet,   the   husband 

'  ai'd    and    said.    "<  iiminc    that    basket.    Hannah." 
poor  old  woman  sun-cud. -ml  the  basket  with  a  grate- 
ful  look. 

navercd. 
"Kind!"  the    old    man       "I    \\«7    afrarnl    ye'd    git 


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A  fat  woman  entered  a  crowded  street  car  and  seizing  a 
strap,  stood  directly  in  front  of  a  man  seated  in  the  corner.  As 
the  car  started  she  lunged  against  his  newspaper  and  at  the 
same  time  trod  heavily  on  his  toes. 

As  soon  as  he  could  extricate  himself  he  rose  and  offered 
her  his  seat. 

"You  are  very  kind,  sir,"  she  said,  panting  for  breath. 

"Not  at  all,  madam,"  he  replied ;  "it's  not  kindness ;  it's 
simply  self-defense." 

KINGS    AND   RULERS 

"I  think,"  said  the  heir  apparent,  "that  I  will  add  music 
and  dancing  to  my  accomplishments." 

"Aren't  they  rather  light?" 

"They  may  seem  so  to  you,  but  they  will  be  very  handy  if 
a  revolution  occurs  and  I  have  to  go  into  vaudeville." 

The  present  King  George  in  his  younger  days  visited  Can- 
ada in  company  with  the  Duke  of  Clarence.  One  night  at  a 
ball  in  Quebec,  given  in  honor  of  the  two  royalties,  the  young- 
er Prince  devoted  his  time  exclusively  to  the  young  ladies, 
paying  little  or  no  attention  to  the  elderly  ones  and  chaperons. 

His  brother  reprimanded  him,  pointing  out  to  him  his  so- 
cial position  and  his  duty  as  well. 

"That's  all  right,"  said  the  young  Prince.  "There  are  two 
of  us.  You  go  and  sing  God  save  your  Grandmother,  while 
I  dance  with  the  girls." 

And    so    we    sing,    "Long    live    the    King; 
Long  live  the  Queen  and  Jack ; 
Long  live   the   Ten-spot  and   the   Ace, 
And  also  all  the  pack." 

— Eugene  Field. 

FIRST  EUROPEAN  SOCIETY  LADY — "Wouldn't  you  like  to  be  pre- 
sented to  our  sovereign?" 

SECOND  E.  S.  L. — "No.  Simply  because  I  have  to  be  gov- 
erned by  a  man  is  no  reason  why  I  should  condescend  to  meet 
him  socially." 


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One  afternoon  Kaiser  Wilhelm  caustically  reproved  old  Gen- 
eral Yun  Meerscheidt  for  some  small  lapses. 

"If  your  Majesty  thinks  that  I  am  too  old  for  the  service 
please  permit  me  to  resign,"  said  the  General. 

"No;  you  are  too  young  to  resign,"  said  the  Kaiser. 

In  the  evening  of  that  same  day,  at  a  court  ball,  the  Kaiser 
saw  the  old  General  talking  to  some  young  ladies,  and  he 
said: 

"General,  take  a  young  wife,  then  your  excitable  tempera- 
ment will  vanish." 

use  me,  your  Majesty,"  replied  the  General.  "It  would 
kill  me  to  have  both  a  young  wife  and  a  young  Emperor." 

During  the  war  of  1812,  a  dinner  was  given  in  Canada,  at 
which  both  American  and  British  officers  were  present.  One 
of  the  latter  offered  the  toast:  "To  President  Madison,  dead 
or  ali 

An  American  offered  the  response:  "To  the  Prince  Regent, 
drunk  or  sober!" — Mrs.  Gouverncur. 

A  lady  of  Queen  Victoria's  court  once  asked  her  if  she  did 
not  think  that  one  of  the  satisfactions  of  the  future  life  would 
be  the  meeting  with  the  notable  figures  of  the  pa<t.  such  as 
Abraham,  Isaac  and  Kinjj  David.  After  a  moment's  silence, 
with  perfect  dignity  and  decision  the  great  Queen  made  an- 
swer: "I  will  not  meet  David!" 

'I'm   poor  men   sleep   in   peace   on  one   straw   heap, 
as  Saadi  sings, 

:    the    ininiensest    empire    is    too    narrow    for 
two  kings. 

—William   R.  Alger. 

Here  lies  our  sovereign  lord,  the  king. 

Whose  word  no  man  relies 
Who  never  said   a   foolish   thing, 

And    never-  did  a  wise  one. 

!•>•  a  courtier  of  Charles  II.  To  which  the  King  re- 
plied, "That  is  very  true,  for  my  words  are  my  own.  My 
actions  are  my  minister's." 


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KISSES 

Here's  to  a  kiss : 

Give  me  a  kiss,  and  to  that  kiss  add  a  score, 
Then  to  that  twenty  add  a  hundred  more; 
A  thousand  to  that  hundred,  and  so  kiss  on, 
To  make  that  thousand  quite  a  million, 
Treble  that  million,  and  when  that  is  done 
Let's  kiss  afresh  as  though   we'd  just   begun. 

"If  I  should  kiss  you  I  suppose  you'd  go  and  tell  your 
mother." 

"No;  my  lawyer." 

There  was  a  young  woman  named  Florence, 
Who  for  kissing  professed   great  abhorrence; 

But  when   she'd  been   kissed 

And  found  what  she'd  missed, 
She   cried   till    the   tears    came   in    torrents. 

"What  is  he  so  angry  with  you  for?" 

"I  haven't  the  slightest  idea.  We  met  in  the  street,  and  we 
were  talking  just  as  friendly  as  could  be,  when  all  of  a  sudden 
he  flared  up  and  tried  to  kick  me." 

"And  what  were  you  talking  about?" 

"Oh,  just  ordinary  small  talk.  I  remember  he  said,  'I  al- 
ways kiss  my  wife  three  or  four  times  every  clay.'  " 

"And    what    did    you    say?" 

"I  said,  'I  know  at  least  a  dozen  men  who  clo  the  same,'  and 
then  he  had  a  fit." 

There  was  an  old  maiden  .from  Fife, 
Who  had  never  been   kissed   in  her  life ; 

Along  came  a  cat; 

And  she  said,  "I'll  kiss  that !" 
But  the  cat  answered,  "Not  on  your  life !" 

Here's  to  the  red  of  the  holly  berry, 

And  to  its  leaf  so  green ; 
And  here's  to  the  lips  that  are  just  as  red, 

And  the  fellow  who's  not  so  green. 


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There  was  a  young  sailor  of  Lyd, 
Who  loved  a  fair  Japanese  kid ; 

When   it   came   to   good-bye, 

They  were  eager  but  shy, 
So  they  put  up  a  sunshade  and — did. 

There  once    was   a    maiden   of    Siam, 
Who  said   to  her  lover,  young  Kiam, 

"If    you   kiss   me,   of   course 

You   will  have  to  use  force, 
But  God  knows  you're  stronger  than  I  am." 

Lord !  I  wonder  what  fool  it  was  that  first  invented  kis- 
sing.— Swift. 

See  also  Courtship;  Servants. 

KNOWLEDGE 

A  physician  was  driving  through  a  village  when  he  saw  a 
man  amusing  a  crowd  with  the  antics  of  his  trick  dog.  The 
doctor  pulled  up  and  said:  "My  dear  man,  how  do  you  man- 
age to  train  your  dog  that  way?  I  can't  teach  mine  a  single 
trick." 

The  man  glanced  up  with  a  simple  rustic  look  and  replied: 
"Well,  you  we,  it's  this  way;  you  have  to  know  more'n  the 
dog  or  you  can't  learn  him  nothin'." 

With  knowledge  and.  love  the  world  is  mndc.—Anatole 
I-' ranee. 

LABOR   AND   LABORING  CLASSES 

A  farmer  in  great  need  of  extra  hands  at  haying  time 
finally  asked  Si  Warren,  who  was  accounted  the  town  fool,  if 
he  could  help  him  out. 

"What' 

"I'll  pay  yon  what  you're  worth."  answered  the  farmer. 

•••lied  his  head  a  minute,  tin-:  «  ly  : 

"I'll  lie  dttrncd  if   I'll'work  for  that'" 


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LADIES 
See  Etiquet;  Woman. 

LANDLORDS 

An  English  tourist  was  sightseeing  in  Ireland  and  the  guide 
had  pointed  out  the  Devil's  Gap,  the  Devil's  Peak,  and  the 
Devil's  Leap  to  him. 

"Pat,"  he  said,  "the  devil  seems  to  have  a  great  deal  of  prop- 
erty in  this  district !" 

"He  has,  sir,"  replied  the  guide,  "but,  sure,  he's  like  all 
the  landlords — he  lives  in  England!" 

LANGUAGES 

George  Ade,  with  a  fellow  American,  was  traveling  in  the 
Orient,  and  his  companion  one  day  fell  into  a  heated  argu- 
ment with  an  old  Arab.  Ade's  friend  complained  to  him  af- 
terward that  although  he  had  spent  years  in  studying  Arabic 
in  preparation  for  this  trip  he  could  not  understand  a  word 
that  the  native  said. 

"Never  mind,"  replied  Ade  consolingly.  "You  see,  the  old 
duffer  hasn't  a  tooth  in  his  head,  and  he  was  only  talking 
gum-Arabic." 

Milton  was  one  day  asked  by  a  friend  whether  he  would 
instruct  his  daughters  in  the  different  languages. 

"No,  sir,"  he  said ;  "one  tongue  is  sufficient  for  any 
woman." 

Prince  Bismarck  was  once  pressed  by  a  certain  American 
official  to  recommend  his  son  for  a  diplomatic  post.  "He  is  a 
very  remarkable  fellow,"  said  the  proud  father ;  "he  speaks 
seven  languages." 

"Indeed !"  said  Bismarck,  who  did  not  hold  a  very  high 
opinion  of  linguistic  acquirements.  "What  a  wonderful  head- 
waiter  he  would  make!" 


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LAUGHTER 

Laugh  and  the  world  laughs  with  you, 
Weep,  and  the  laugh's  on  you. 

About  the  best  and    finest   thing   in   this   world   is  laughter. 

— Anna  Alice  Chapin. 

LAW 
See  Punishment. 

LAWYERS 

Ignorance   of   the   law    does   not    prevent    the    losing   lawyer 
from  collecting  his  bill. — Puck. 

George  Ade  had  finished  his  speech  at  ;i  recent  dinner-party, 
and  on    seating  himself  a   well-known    lawyer    rose,    shoved  his" 
<lee|>    into    his    trousers'    pockets,    as    was    his    habit    and 
lanyliin^ly  Inquired  4.1'  i  •  nt  : 

it   strike   the   company    as   a   little   unusual    that    a 
professional   humorist  should   be   funny?" 

«-n  the  lauiih  bad  subsided,   Ade  drawled  out  : 

n't    it    strike    the   company   as    a    little    unusual    that    :i 
la\v\«  have  his  bands  in  hi-  own  pock 

"I    won't    defend    a   man   whom    1    believe   to    be  guilty." 

"M\  M    mustn't  If    .iudjjnuMit    up  a-ain-t    that 

of    the    majority.      I    have   defended   plenty    of    men  whom    I    he- 
•ilty.    but    the-    jury    decided    otlu-v 

A    man    was    charged    will  a    horse,    and    after    a 

long  trial  the  jury  acquitted  him.     Later  in  the  day   the  man 

came   back   and   :--ked   the   in<l.ue   for  a    wan  ~t    the  law- 

lio    had    -nrcesvfully     defended    him. 

:i«|uired    the    Judge. 

"Why,  Your   Honor,"  replied   the  man,   "you    see,   I   d 

him    his    f t « .   So  he  took   the  horse  I 
stole."—/.  /.  O'Conncll. 


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An  elderly  darky  in  Georgia,  charged  with  the  theft  of  some 
chickens,  had  the  misfortune  to  be  defended  by  a  young  and 
inexperienced  attorney,  although  it  is  doubtful  whether  anyone 
could  have  secured  his  acquittal,  the  commission  of  the  crime 
having  been  proved  beyond  all  doubt. 

The  darky  received  a  pretty  severe  sentence.  "Thank  you, 
sah,"  said  he  cheerfully,  addressing  the  judge  when  the  sen- 
tence had  been  pronounced.  "Dat's  mighty  hard,  sah,  but  it 
ain't  anywhere  what  I  'spected.  I  thought,  sah,  dat  between 
my  character  and  dat  speech  of  my  lawyer  dat  you'd  hang  me, 
shore !" 

"You  have  a  pretty  tough  looking  lot  of  customers  to  dis- 
pose of  this  morning,  haven't  you?"  remarked  the  friend  of 
a  magistrate,  who  had  dropped  in  at  the  police  court. 

"Huh!"  rejoined  the  dispenser  of  justice,  "you  are  looking 
at  the  wrong  bunch.  Those  are  the  lawyers." 

"Did  youse  git  anyt'ing?"  whispered  the  burglar  on  guard 
as  his  pal  emerged  from  the  window. 

"Naw,  de  bloke  wot  lives  here  is  a  lawyer,"  replied  the 
other  in  disgust. 

"Dat's  hard  luck,"  said  the  first ;  "did  youse  lose  any- 
t'ing?" 

The  dean  of  the-  Law  Department  was  very  busy  and  rather 
cross.  The  telephone  rang. 

"Well,   what  is   it?"   he   snapped. 

"Is  that  the  city  gas-works?"  said  a  woman's  soft  voice. 

"No,  madam,"  roared  the  dean ;  "this  is  the  University  Law 
Department." 

"Ah,"  she  answered  in  the  sweetest  of  tones,  "I  didn't  miss 
it  so  far,  after  all,  did  I?" — Carl  Holliday. 

A  lawyer,  cross-examining  a  witness,  asked  him  where  he  was 
on  a  particular  day ;  to  which  he  replied  that  he  had  been  in 
the  company  of  two  friends.  "Friends !"  exclaimed  his  tor- 
mentor;  "two  thieves,  I  suppose."  "They  may  be  so,"  re- 
plied the  witness,  dryly,  "for  they  are  both  lawyers." 


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An  impecunious  young  lawyer  recently  received  the  follow- 
ing letter  from  a  tailor  to  whom  he  was  indebted: 

"l>car  Sir:  Kindly  advise  me  by  return  mail  when  I  may 
expect  a  remittance  from  you  in  settlement  of  my  account. 

"Yours  truly, 

"J.  Sxiri 

The  follower  of  Blackstone  immediately  replied: 
"Dear  Sir:  I  have  your  request  for  advice  of  a  recent  date, 
and  beg  leave  to  say  that  not  having  received  any  retainer 
from  you  I  cannot  act  in  the  premises.  Upon  receipt  of  your 
check  for  $250  I  shall  be  very  glad  to  look  the  matter  up  for 
you  and  to  acquaint  you  with  the  results  of  my  investigations. 
I  am,  sir,  with  great  respect,  your  most  obedient  servant, 

"BARCLAY  B.  COKI 

A  prisoner  was  brought  before  the  bar  in  the  criminal  court, 
but  was  not  represented  by  a  lawyer. 

"Where  is  your  lawyer?"  asked  the  judge  who  presided. 

"I  have  none,   sir,"  replied  the  prisoner. 

"Why  not?"  queried   the  judge. 

"Because  I  have  no  money  to  pay  one." 

"Do  you  want  a  lawyer?"  asked  the  judge. 

"Yes,  sir." 

"Well,  there  are  Mr.  Thomas  W.  Wilson.  Mr.  Henry  Eddy, 
and  Mr.  George  Rogers,"  said  the  judge,  pointing  to  several 
young  attorneys  who  were  sitting  in  the  room,  waiting  for 
something  to  turn  up,  "and  Mr.  Allen  is  out  in  the  hall." 

The  prisoner  looked  at  the  attorneys,  and,  after  a  critical 
survey,  he  turned  to  the  judge  and  said: 

"If  I  can  take  my  choice,  sir,  I  guess  I'll  take  Mr.  Allen." 

—A.  S.  Hitchcock. 

"What  is  that  little  boy  crying  about?"  asked  the  benevolent 
>dy  of  the  ragged  boy. 

..tint    kid    swiped   his  candy,"   was  the  response. 

'.•)\v   is   it    that   you    have   the   camly   now?" 
"Sir  <U-   candy    now       I'm    de   little   kid's   lawyer." 

A    man   walki  ilic   strrri    ..f  a    \illayr  uito  a 

1  broke  his  leg.   He  engaged  a  famous 


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lawyer,  brought  suit  against  the  village  for  one  thousand  dollars 
and  won  the  case.  The  city  appealed  to  the  Supreme  Court, 
but  again  the  great  lawyer  won. 

After  the  claim  was  settled  the  lawyer  sent  for  his  client 
and  handed  him  one  dollar. 

"What's   this?"    asked   the   man. 

"That's  your  damages,  after  taking  out  my  fee,  the  cost 
of  appeal  and  other  expenses,"  replied  the  counsel. 

The  man  looked  at  the  dollar,  turned  it  over  and  carefully 
scanned  the  other  side.  Then  looked  up  at  the  lawyer  and 
said:  "What's  the  matter  with  this  dollar?  Is  it  counterfeit?" 

Deceive   not   thy    Physician,    Confessor,   nor   Lawyer. 

A   Sergeant  of  the  Lawe,  war  and  wys 
Ther  was   also,   ful  riche  of  excellence. 
Discreet  he  was,  and  of  greet  reverence : 
He  seemed   swich,  his  wordes  weren  so   wyse. 
*    *    * 

No-wher  so  bisy  a  man  as  he  ther  nas, 
And  yet  he  seemed  bisier  than  he  was. 

— Chaucer. 

LAZINESS 

A  tourist  in  the  mountains  of  Tennessee  once  had  dinner 
with  a  querulous  old  mountaineer  who  yarned  about  hard  times 
for  fifteen  minutes  at  a  stretch. 

"Why,  man,"  said  the  tourist,  "you  ought  to  be  able  to 
make  lots  of  money  shipping  green  corn  to  the  northern  mar- 
ket." 

"Yes,  I  orter,"  was  the  sullen  reply. 

"You  have  the  land,  I  suppose,  and  can  get  the  seed." 
'    "Yes,  I  guess  so." 

"Then  why  don't  you  go  into  the  speculation?" 

"No  use,  stranger,"  sadly  replied  the  cracker,  "the  old 
woman  is  too  lazy  to  do  the  plowin'  and  plantin'." 

While  the  train  was  waiting  on  a  side  track  clown  in  Geor- 
gia, one  of  the  passengers  walked  over  to  a  cabin  near  the 


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in  front  of  which  sat  a  cracker  dog,  howling.     The  pas- 
r  asked  a  native   why  the  dog  was  howling. 
"I  look  worm,"  said  the  native.   "lie's   lazy."- 
"l!ut."    -aid    the   stranger,   "I    was   not    aware   that  the   hook- 
worm  is  painful." 

"'Taint,"   responded  the  garrulous   native. 

"Why,  then."  the  stranger  queried,  "should  the  dog  howl?" 

izy." 

"I  lut  why  does  laziness  make  him  howl?" 
"\Va!."  s.iid  the  Georgian,  "that  blame  fool  dawg  is  sittin'  on 
a  sand-bur,  an'   he's   too  tarnation   lazy  to  get  off,   so  he   jes' 
thar  an'  howls  'cause  it  hurts." 


times?"    inquired    a    t«>uri.-t. 
"Oh,    pretty    tolerable,"    responded    the    old    native    who    was 
sitting   on    a    stump.      "1    had    some    trees   to   cut   down,    hut    a 
cyclone  come  along  and  saved  me  the  trouble." 
ne." 

.  and  then  the  lightning  set  fire  to   the  brush  pile  and 
saved  me  the  trouble  of  burnin'  it." 

"Remarkable.     But  what  are  you   doing  now?" 
"Oh,  nothin'  much.     Jest  waitin'  for  an  earthquake  to  come 
along  and  shake  the  potatoes  out  of  the  ground." 

vamp,  after  a  day  or  two  in  the  hustling,  bustling  town 
of  Denver,  shook  the  Denver  dust  from  bis  boots  with  a  snarl. 
>    must   be  'lurn  lazy  people  in  this  town.     I  -'.very  where 
you  turn  they  offer  you  work  to  do." 

An    Atlanta    man    tells    of    an    amusing    experience    he    had 

MHitintainiMis-    region    in    a    s,  .ntbu  e-tern    state,     \\bere    the 

inhabitants  are  notoriously  shiftless.     Arriving  at   a  dilapidated 

shanty  at   the  noon  hour,  he  inquired   as   to  the   prospects  for 

•    dinner. 

•  1    of    the     family,    who    had    been    "resting"    on    a 
fallen   tree   in    fl  'welling,    made    reply   to  the   effect 

that  '  -d   M.iM  hev  suthin'  on  to  the  table  pn' 

With    tl  "  ".•(•nit-nt.    tin-    traveler    dismounted.      To    bis 

•  ted    that     the 
him    was    such    that    be    ouiM    n«»t    possibly    "mal  ...  II, 


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made  such  excuses  as  lie  could  for  his  lack  of  appetite,  and 
linaUy  bethought  himself  of  a  kind  of  nourishment  which  he 
might  venture  to  take,  and  which  was  sure  to  be  found  in  any 
locality.  He  asked  for  some  milk. 

"Don't  have  milk  no  more,"  said  the  head  of  the  place. 
"The  dawg's  dead." 

"The  dog!"  cried  the  stranger.  "What  on  earth  has  the 
dog  to  do  with  it?" 

"Well,"  explained  the  host  meditatively,  "them  cows  don't 
seem  to  know  'nough  to  come  up  and  be  milked  theirselves. 
The  dog,  he  used  to  go  for  'em  an'  fetch  'em  up." 

— Edwin    Tarrissc. 

Some  temptations  come  to  the  industrious,  but  all  tempta- 
tions attack  the  idle. — Spurgcon. 

LEAP   YEAR 

A  girl   looked  calmly  at  a  caller  one  evening  and  remarked : 

"George,   as   it   is   leap  year — 

The  caller  turned  pale. 

"As  it  is  leap  year,"  she  continued,  "and  you've  been  calling 
regularly  now  four  nights  a  week  for  a  long,  long  time,  George, 
I  propose " 

"I'm  not  in  a  position  to  marry  on  my  salary,  Grace,"  George 
interrupted  hurriedly. 

"I  know  that,  George,"  the  girl  pursued,  "and  so,  as  it  is 
leap  year,  I  thought  I'd  propose  that  you  lay  off  and  give  some 
of  the  more  eligible  fellows  a  chance." — L.  F.  Clarke. 

LEGISLATORS 

Thomas  B.  Reed  was  one  of  the  Legislative  Committee  sent 
to  inspect  an  insane  asylum.  There  was  a  dance  on  the  night 
the  committee  spent  in  the  investigation,  and  Mr.  Reed  took 
for  a  partner  one  of  the  fair  unfortunates  to  whom  he  was  in- 
troduced. "I  don't  remember  having  seen  you  here  before," 
said  she;  "how  long  have  you  been  in  the  asylum?"  "Oh,  I 
only  came  down  yesterday,"  said  the  gentleman,  "as  one  of 
the  Legislative  Committee."  "Of  course,"  returned  the  lady; 


TO  A  S  T  /:'  A'  '5     HANDBOOK  265 

"how  stupid  I  am!  However,  I  knew  you  were  an  inmate  or 
a  member  of  the  Legislature  the  moment  I  looked  at  you.  But 
how  was  I  to  know?  It  is  so  difficult  to  know  which." 

LIARS 

There  are  three  kinds  of  liars: 

1.  The   man    whom   others    can't    believe.      He   is    harmless. 
Let  him  alone. 

2.  The    man    who    can't    believe    others.      He    has    probably 
made  a  careful  study  of  human  nature.     If  you  don't  put  him 
in  jail,  he  will  find  out  that  you  are  a  hypocrite. 

3.  The   man    who   can't   believe   himself.      lie    is   a   cautious 
individual.      Encourage  him. 

T\\o  Irishmen  were  working  on  the   roof  of  a  building  one 
day    \\hen   one   made    a   misstep   and    fell   to   the   ground.     The 
r  leaned  over  and  called: 

ycz   dead   or   alive,    Mike?" 

said    Mike   feebly. 

re  you're  such   a  liar  Oi  don't  know  whether  to  belavc 
yez  or  not." 

"Well,  tlu-n,  Oi  must  be  dead,"  said  Mike,  "for  yez  would 
never  dare  to  call  me  a  liar  if  Oi  wor  aloive." 

FATHIK  (reprovingly) — "Do  you  know  what  happens  to  liars 
when  they  die?" 

JOHNNY— "Yes,   sir;  they  lie  still." 

A  private,  anxious  to  secure  leave  of  absence,  sought  his 
captain  \\it1i  a  most  convim  in-  tale  about  a  sick  wife  breaking 
her  heart  for  his  presence.  The  officer,  familiar  with  the 
soldi*  replied: 

"1    am    afraid    you    are   not    telling   the    truth.      I    have    just 

letter   from  your   wife    urging  me   not   to   let   you 

come   home  because   you   get   drunk,   break   the    furniture,    and 

fully." 

'1  In-    prixatr    sainted    and    started    to    leave    the    room.      He 

may  I  speak  to  you,  not  as 
but  as  mnn  to  mon?" 


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"Yes;  what  is  it?" 

"Well,  sor,  what  I'm  after  sayin'  is  this,"  approaching  the 
captain  and  lowering  his  voice.  "You  and  I  are  two  of  the 
most  iligant  liars  the  Lord  ever  made.  I'm  not  married  at  all." 
all." 

A  conductor  and  a  brakeman  on  a  Montana  railroad  differ 
as  to  the  proper  pronunciation  of  the  name  Eurelia.  Passen- 
gers are  often  startled  upon  arrival  at  his  station  to  hear  the 
conductor  yell: 

"You're  a  liar!     You're   a  liar!" 

And  then  from  the  brakeman  at  the  other  end  of  the  car: 

"You  really  are !     You   really  are  !" 

MOTHER — "Oh,  Bobby,  I'm  ashamed  of  you.  I  never  told 
stories  when  I  was  a  little  girl." 

BOBBY — "When  did  you  begin,  then,  Mamma?" 

— Horace  Zimmerman. 

The  sages  of  the  general  store  were  discussing  the  veracity 
of  old  Si  Perkins  when  Uncle  Bill  Abbott  ambled  in. 

"What  do  you  think  about  it,  Uncle  Bill?"  they  asked  him. 
"Would  you  call  Si  Perkins  a  liar?" 

"Well,"  answered  Uncle  Bill  slowly,  as  he  thoughtfully  studied 
the  ceiling,  "I  don't  know  as  I'd  go  so  far  as  to  call  him  a 
liar  exactly,  but  I  do  know  this  much :  when  f eedin'  time 
comes,  in  order  to  get  any  response  fronr  his  hogs,  he  has  to 
get  somebody  else  to  call  'em  for  him." 

A  lie  is  an  abomination  unto  the  Lord  and  an  ever  present 
help  in  time  of  trouble. 

An  Idaho  guide  whose  services  were  retained  by  some  wealthy 
young  easterners  desirous  of  hunting,  in  the  Northwest  evi- 
dently took  them  to  be  the  greenest  of  tenderfoots,  since  he 
undertook  to  chaff  them  with  a  recital  something  as  follows: 

"It  was  my  first  grizzly,  so  I  was  mighty  proud  to  kill  him 
in  a  hand-to-hand  struggle.  We  started  to  fight  about  sunrise. 
When  he  finally  gave  up  the  ghost,  the  sun  was  going  down." 


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At  this  point  the  guide  paused  to  note  the  effect  of  his  story. 
Not  a  word  was  said  by  the  easterners,  so  the  guide  added  very 
slowly,  "for  the  second  time." 

I  -.rather,  then."  said  one  young  gentleman,  a  dapper  little 
Bostonian.  "that  it  required  a  period  of  two  days  to  enable  you 
to  dispose  of  that  grizzly." 

"Two  days  and  a  night,"  said  the  guide,  with  a  grin.  "That 
grizzly  died  mighty  hard." 

"Choked  to  death?"  asked  the  Bostonian. 

"Yes,  sir"  said  the  guide. 

"Pardon    me,"    continued    the    Hubbite,    "but    what    did    you 
•  get  him  to  swallow?" 

When  by  .night  the  frogs  are  croaking, 
Kindle  but   a  torch's  fire; 
Ha!  how  soon  they  all  are  silent; 
Thus   Truth  silences  the  liar. 

— Friedrich  von  Logan. 

See  also  Kpitaphs :  Husbands;  Politicians;  Real  estate 
agents;  Regrets. 

LIBERTY 

Liberty  is  being  free  from  the  things  we  don't  like  in  order 
to  be  slaves  of  the  things  we  do  like. 

A  day,  an  hour,  of  virtuous  liberty 
Is  worth  a  whole  eternity  in  bondage. 

— Addison. 

Where  liberty  dwells,  there  is  my  country. — Benjamin  Frank- 
lin. 

LIBRARIANS 

"iintry  newspaper  printed   t' 

.    I'ul.lic   Library   will  close   f        •  hruinniir 

for  the  annual  denning  and  vacation  of  the  IT 


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The  modern  librarian  is  a  genius.  All  the  proof  needed  is  the 
statement  that  the  requests  for  hooks  with  queer  titles  arc  filled 
with  ones  really  wanted.  The  following  are  instances  : 

AS    ASKED    FOR  CORRECT    TITLE 

Indecent  Orders  In  Deacon's  Orders 
She  Combeth  Not  Her  Head          She  Cometh  Not,  She  Said 

Trial  of  a  Servant  Trail  of  the  Serpent 

Essays  of  a  Liar  Essays  of  Elia 

Soap  and  Tables  Msop's  Fables 
Pocketbook's  Hill                      t     Puck  of  Pook's  Hill 

Dentist's  Infirmary  Dante's  Inferno 

Holy  Smoke  Divine  Fire 

One  librarian  has  the  following  entries  in  a  card  catalog: 
Lead  Poisoning 
Do,  Kindly  Light. 

A  distinguished  librarian  .is  a  good  follower  of  Chesterton. 
He  says  :  "To  my  way  of  thinking,  a  great  librarian  must  have 
a  clear  head,  a  strong  hand  and,  above  all,  a  great  heart.  Such 
shall  be  greatest  among  librarians  ;  and  when  I  look  into  the 
future,  I  am  inclined  to  think  that  most  of  the  men  who  will 
achieve  this  greatness  will  be  women." 

Many  catalogers  append  notes  to  the  main  entries  of  their 
catalogs.  Here  are  two  : 

An  Ideal  Husband: 

Essentially  a  work  of  fiction, 
and  presumably  written  by  a 
woman  (unmarried). 
Aspects  of  Home  Rule: 
Political,  not  domestic. 

In  a  branch  library  a  reader  asked  for  The  Girl  lie  Married 
(by  James  Grant).  This  happened  to  be  out,  and  the  assistant 
was  requested  to  select  a  similar  book.  Presumably  he  was  a 
hrm-dict,  for  he  returned  triumphantly  with  His  Better  Half  (by 
George  Griffith). 

"Have  you  A  Joy  Forever?"  inquired  a  lady  borrower. 
"No,"   replied   the  assistant  librarian   after   referring   to  the 
stock. 


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"|)<.-ar  me,  ho\\    tiresome,"  said  the  lady;  "have  you  Praed?'' 
Miadam.  but  it  isn't  any  good,"  was  the  prompt  reply. 

LIFE 

Life's  an  aquatic   meet — some  swim,   some  dive,   some  back 
water,  some  float  and  the  rest — sink. 

I  count  life  just  a  stuff 

To  try  the  soul's  strength  on. 

— Robert  Browning. 

May  you  live  as  long  as  you  like, 

And  have  what  you  like  as  long  as  you  live. 

"Live,  while  you  live,"  the  epicure  would  say, 
"And  seize  the  pleasures  of  the  present  day;" 
"Live,  while  you  live,"  the  sacred  Preacher  cries, 
"And  give  to  God  each  moment  as  it  flies." 
"Lord,  in  my  views  let  both  united  be; 
I  live  in  pleasure,  when  I  live  to  Thee." 

—Philip  Doddridge. 

This  world  that  we're  a-livin'  in 

Is  mighty  hard  to  beat, 
For  you  get  a  thorn  with  every  rose — 

But  ain't  the  roses  sweet! 

Dost  thou  love  life?     Then  do  not  squander  time,   for  that 
is  the   stuff   life   is  made  of. — Benjamin  Franklin. 

LISPING 

"Have  you  lost  another  tooth,  Bethesda?"  asked  auntie,  who 

'1  an  unusual   li^>. 

in,"    replied   the    fnur-yc.ir-nld,   "an«l    I    limp   now    when 
I   talk." 

LOST  AND  FOUND 

faith  in  human   nature."  said  Uncle   I 

"but   I   kain't  he'p  noticin'  dat   «1«  n -'s   allus  a  heap  mo'  ahticles 
advertised  'Lost*  dan  dar  is  'Found.'" 


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"What  were  you  in  for?"  asked  the  friend. 
"I   found  a  horse." 

"Found  a  horse?  Nonsense!  They  wouldn't  jug  you  for 
finding  a  horse." 

"Well,  but  you  see  I  found  him  before  the  owner  lost  him." 

"Party  that  lost  purse  containing  twenty  dollars  need  worry 
no  longer — it  has  been  found." — Brooklyn  Life. 

A  lawyer  having  offices  in  a  large  office  building  recently  lost 
a  cuff-link,  one  of  a  pair  that  he  greatly  prized.  Being  ab- 
solutely certain  that  he  had  dropped  the  link  somewhere  in 
the  building  he  posted  this  notice : 

"Lost.  A  gold  cuff-link.  The  owner,  William  Ward,  will 
deeply  appreciate  its  immediate  return." 

That  afternoon,  on  passing  the  door  whereon  this  notice 
was  posted,  what  were  the  feelings  of  the  lawyer  to  observe 
that  appended  thereto  were  these  lines : 

"The  finder  of  the  missing  cuff-link  would  deem  it  a  great 
favor  if  the  owner  would  kindly  lose  the  other  link." 

CHINAMAN— "You  tellee  me  where  railroad  depot?" 
CITIZEN — "What's  the  matter,  John?   Lost?" 
CHINAMAN — "No!    me    here.     Depot   lost." 

LOVE 

Love  is  an  insane  desire  on  the  part  of  a  chump  to  pay  a 
woman's  board-bill  for  life. 

MR.  SLIMPURSE — "But  why  do  you  insist  that  our  daughter 
should  marry  a  man  whom  she  does  not  like?  You  married 
for  love,  didn't  you?" 

MRS.  SLIMPURSE — "Yes;  but  that  is  no  reason  why  I  should 
let  our  daughter  make  the  same  blunder." 

MAUDE — "Jack  is  telling  around  that  you  are  worth  your 
weight  in  gold." 

ETHEL— "The   foolish  boy.     Who  is  he  telling  it   to?" 
MAUDE — "His  creditors." 


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RICH  MAN — "Would  you  love  my  daughter  just  as  much 
if  she  had  no  money?" 

SUITOR— "Why,   certainly  !" 

RICH  MAN — "That's  sufficient.  I  don't  want  any  idiots  in 
this  family." 

'Tis  better  to  have  lived  and  loved 
Than   never   to  have   lived   at  all. 

— Judge. 

May  we  have  those  in  our  arms  that  we  love  in  our  hearts. 

Here's  to  love,  the  only  fire  against  which  there  is  no  in- 
surance. 

Here's  to  those  that  I  love; 

Here's  to  those   who  love  me; 

Here's  to  those  who  love  those  that  I  love, 

Here's  to  those  who  love  those  who  love  me. 

It  is  best  to  love  wisely,  no  doubt;  but  to  love  foolishly 
is  better  than  not  to  be  able  to  love  at  all. — Thackeray. 

Mysterious   love,   uncertain   treasure, 
Hast  thou  more  of  pain  or  pleasure! 


Endless  torments  dwell  about  thee: 

Yet    who   would    live,    and    live   without    thee! 

— Addison. 

O,  love,  love,  love! 

Love  is  like  a  dizziness; 
It  winna  let  a  poor  body 

Gang  about  his  biziness! 

— Hogg. 

the    man    who   does    n«>t    wMi    t<>    l>c    idle,    fall    in    love. 

— Ovid. 


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LOYALTY 

Jenkins,  a  newly  wedded  suburbanite,  kissed  his  wife  good- 
by  the  other  morning,  and,  telling  her  he  would  be  home  at 
six  o'clock  that  evening,  got  into  his  auto  and  started  for  town. 

At  six  o'clock  no  hubby  had  appeared,  and  the  little  wife 
began  to  get  nervous.  When  the  hour  of  midnight  arrived  she 
could  bear  the  suspense  no  longer,  so  she  aroused  her  father 
and  sent  him  off  to  the  telegraph  office  with  six  telegrams  to 
as  many  brother  Elks  living  in  town,  asking  each  if  her  husband 
was  stopping  with  him  overnight. 

Morning  came,  and  the  frantic  wife  had  received  no  intelli- 
gence of  the  missing  man.  As  dawn  appeared,  a  farm  wagon 
containing  a  farmer  and  the  derelict  husband  drove  up  to  the 
house,  while  behind  the  wagon  trailed  the  broken-down  auto. 
Almost  simultaneously  came  a  messenger  boy  with  an  answer 
to  one  rjf  the  telegrams,  followed  at  intervals  by  five  others. 
All  of  them  read: 

"Yes,  John  is  spending  the  night  with  me."— Bush  Phillips. 

BOY — "Come   quick,   there's   a  man   been    fighting   my   father 

more'n  half  an  hour." 

POLICEMAN — "Why  didn't  you  tell  me  before?" 

BOY — "  'Cause   father  was  getting  the  best   of  it   till  a   few 

minutes  ago." 

LUCK 

Some  people  are  so  fond  of  ill-luck  that  they  run  half-way 
to  meet  it. — Douglas  Jcrrold. 

O,  once  in  each  man's  life,  at  least, 

Good  luck  knocks  at  his  door; 
And  wit  to  seize  the  flitting  guest 

Need  never  hunger  more. 
But  while  the  loitering  idler  waits 

Good  luck  beside  his  fire, 
The   bold   heart   storms   at    fortunes   gates, 

And  conquers   its   desire. 

— Lewis  J.  Bates. 


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niiy."   ^-aid   his  brother,  "you're  a  regular  little  glutton. 
oan  you  eat  so  much:" 
"Don't  know;  it's  just  good  luck,"  replied  the  youngster. 

A  negro  who  was  having  one  misfortune  after  another  said 
he  was   having  as  bad  luck  as  the  man   with  only  a  fork  when 
raining  soup. 

5V?  also  Windfalls. 

MAINE 

The  Governor  of  Maine  was  at  the  school  and  was  telling 
the  pupils  what  the  people  of  different  states  were  called. 

"Xc.w,"  he   said,  "the  people  from  Indiana  are  called  'Hoo- 
the  people   from  North   Carolina  'Tar   Heels';   the  peo- 
ple   from    Michigan    we    know    as    'Michiganders.'      Now,    what 
little  boy  or  girl  can   tell   me    what   the   people   of   Maine   are 
called?" 

"I  know,"  said  a  little  girl. 

.   what  are  we  called?"  asked  the  Governor. 

"Maniacs." 

MAKING   GOOD 

"What's  become  ob  dat  little  chameleon  Mandy  had?"  in- 
quired Rufus. 

"Oh,  de  fool  chile  done  lost  him,"  replied  Zekc.  "She 
wuz  playin'  wif  him  one  day,  puttin'  him  on  red  to  see  him 
turn  red,  an'  on  blue  to  see  him  turn  blue,  an'  on  green  to 
see  him  turn  green,  an'  so  on.  Den  de  fool  gal,  not  satis- 
.  if  Icttin'  well  en»usji  alone,  went  an'  put  him  on  a  plaid, 
an'  ile  poor  little  thing  went  an'  l>uM  himself  tryin*  to  make 
good." 

MAI.NRI  \ 

The  physician  had   taken  hi  puKc  ami  temperature, 

and  ;  to  ask  the  usual  questions. 


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"It — er — seems,"  said  he,  regarding  the  unfortunate  with 
scientific  interest,  "that  the  attacks  of  fever  and  the  chills  ap- 
pear on  alternate  days.  Do  you  think — is  it  your  opinion — that 
they  have,  so  to  speak,  decreased  in  violence,  if  I  may  use 
that  word?" 

The  patient  smiled  feebly.  "Doc,"  said  he,  "on  fever  days  my 
head's  so  hot  I  can't  think,  and  on  ague  days  I  shake  so  I 
can't  hold  an  opinion." 

MARKS  (WO)  MANSHIP 

An  Irishman  who,  with  his  wife,  is  employed  on  a  truck- 
farm  in  New  Jersey,  recently  found  himself  in  a  bad  predica- 
ment, when,  in  attempting  to  evade  the  onslaughts  of  a  savage 
dog,  assistance  came  in  the  shape  of  his  wife. 

When  the  woman  came  up,  the  dog  had  fastened  his  teeth 
in  the  calf  of  her  husband's  leg  and  was  holding  on  for  dear 
life.  Seizing  a  stone  in  the  road,  the  Irishman's  wife  was 
about  to  hurl  it,  when  the  husband,  with  wonderful  presence 
of  mind,  shouted: 

"Mary!  Mary!  Don't  throw  the  stone  at  the  dog!  throw 
it  at  me!" 

Mary  had  a  little  lamb, 

It's  fleece  was  gone  in  spots, 
For  Mary  fired  her  father's  gun, 

And  lamby  caught  the  shots ! 

— Columbia  Jester. 

MARRIAGE 

MRS.  QUACKENNESS — "Am  yo'  daughtar  happily  mar'd,  Sis- 
tah  Sagg?" 

MRS.  SAGG — "She  sho'  is !  Bless  goodness  she's  done  got  a 
husband  dat's  skeered  to  death  of  her!" 

"Where  am  I?"  the  invalid  exclaimed,  waking  from  the  long 
delirium  of  fever  and  feeling  the  comfort  that  loving  hands 
had  supplied.  "Where  am  I — in  heaven?" 

"No,  dear,"  cooed  his  wife;  "I  am  still  with  you." 


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Archbishop  Ryan  was  visiting  a  small  parish  in  a  mining 
t  one  day  for  the  purpose  of  administering  confirmation, 
and  asked  one  nervous  little  girl  what  matrimony  is. 

"It  is  a  state  of  terrible  torment  which  those  who  enter 
are  compelled  to  undergo  for  a  time  to  prepare  them  for  a 
brighter  and  better  world,"  she  said. 

"No,  no,"  remonstrated  her  rector;  "that  isn't  matrimony: 
that's  the  definition  of  purgatory." 

"Leave  her  alone,"  said  the  Archbishop;  "maybe  she  is 
right.  What  do  you  and  I  know  about  it?" 

"Was   Helen's   marriage  a  success?" 

"Goodness,  yes.  Why,  she  is  going  to  marry  a  nobleman 
on  the  alimony." — Judge. 

ME— "What  makes  George  such  a  pessimist?" 
JACK — "Well,  he's  been  married  three  times — once  for  love, 
once  for  money  and  the  last  time  for  a  home." 

Matrimony  is  the   root  of   all   evil. 

One  day  Mary,  the  charwoman,  reported  for  service  with 
a  black  eye. 

"Why.    Mary."   said  her  sympathetic  mistress,   "what  a  bad 
eye  you  h 
,'m." 

1,  there's  one  consolation.     It  might  have  been  worse." 
"Yc- 
ii   might  have  had  both   of  them  hurt." 
'm.     Or   worse'n    that:    I    might    not    ha'    lum    married 
at  all." 

A  wife  placed  upon  her  hiixband's  tombstone:  "Hi  had  been 
married  forty  years  and  \va  '1  to  die." 

"I  a  hundred  words  a  mi-  .id  the  stenog- 
rapher. 

ften    take  more    than    that."    said    the    prospective    em- 

:lten  T    liavi-    to.    I'm    married." 


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A  man  and  his  wife  were  airing  their  troubles  on  the  side- 
walk one  Saturday  evening  when  a  good  Samaritan  intervened. 

"See  here,  my  man,"  he  protested,  "this  sort  of  thing  won't 
do." 

"What  business  is  it  of  yours,  I'd  like  to  know,"  snarled  the 
man,  turning  from  his  wife. 

"It's  only  my  business  in  so  far  as  I  can  be  of  help  in  settling 
this  dispute,"  answered  the  Samaritan  mildly. 

"This   ain't  no   dispute,"   growled   the   man. 

"No   dispute !     But,   my  dear   friend " 

"I  tell  you  it  ain't  no  dispute,"  insisted  the  man.  "She" — 
jerking  his  thumb  toward  the  woman — "thinks  she  ain't  goin' 
to  get  my  week's  wages,  and  I  know  darn  well  she  ain't. 
Where's  the  dispute  in  that?" 

His  BETTER  HALF — "I  think  it's  time  we  got  Lizzie  married 
and  settled  down,  Alfred.  She  will  be  twenty-eight  next  week, 
you  know." 

HER  LESSER  HALF — "Oh,  don't  hurry,  my  dear.  Better  wait 
till  the  right  sort  of  man  comes  along." 

His  BETTER  HALF— "But  why  wait?     I  didn't!" 

O'Flanagan  came  home  one  night  with  a  deep  band  of  black 
crape  around  his  hat. 

"Why,  Mike !"  exclaimed  his  wife.  "What  are  ye  wearin' 
thot  mournful  thing  for?" 

"I'm  wearin'  it  for  yer  first  husband,"  replied  Mike  firmly. 
"I'm  sorry  he's  dead." 

"What  a  strangely  interesting  face  your  friend  the  poet  has," 
gurgled  the  maiden  of  forty.  "It  seems  to  possess  all  the 
elements  of  happiness  and  sorrow,  each  struggling  for  suprem- 
acy." 

"Yes,  he  looks  to  me  like  a  man  who  was  married  and  didn't 
know  it,"  growled  the  Cynical  Bachelor. 

The  not  especially  sweet-tempered  young  wife  of  a  Kaslo, 
B.  C.,  man  one  clay  approached  her  lord  concerning  the  matter 
of  one  hundred  dollars  or  so. 

"I'd   like  to  let  you  have  it,  my  dear,"  began  the  husband, 


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"but  the  fact  is  I  haven't  that  amount  in  the  bank  this  morn- 
ing— that  is  to  say,  I  haven't  that  amount  to  spare,  inasmuch 
as  I  must  take  up  a  note  for  two  hundred  dollars  this  after- 
noon." 

"Oh,  very  well,  James!"  said  the  wife.  »vith  an  ominous 
calmness,  "If  you  think  the  man  who  holds  the  note  can  make 
things  any  hotter  for  you  than  I  can — why,  do  as  you  say, 
James !" 

A  young  lady  entered  a  book  store  and  inquired  of  the  gen- 
tlemanly clerk— a  married  man,  by-the-way — if  he  had  a  book 
suitable  for  an  old  gentle-man  who  bad  been  married  fifty  years. 

\Vithnut  the  least  hesitation  the  clerk  reached  for  a  copy 
of  Parkman's  "A  Half  Century  of  Conflict." 

Smith  and  Jones  were  discussing  the  question  of  who  should 
he  head  of  the  house — the  man  or  the  woman. 

in    the  head   of   my   establishment."    said    Jones.      "I    am 
the  bread-winner.     Why  shouldn't  I  be?" 

<  II,"  replied  Smith,  "before  my  wife  rind  I  were  married 
we  made  an  agreement  that  I  should  make  the  rulings  in  all 
major  things,  my  wife  in  all  the  minor." 

"H<>w   has  it   worked?"  queried   Jones. 

Smith  smiled.  "So  far."  be  replied,  "no  major  matters 
have  come  up." 

A  poor  lady  the  other  day  hastened  to  the   nursery  and  said 
to  her  little  daughter: 

"Minnie,    what    do    you    mean    by    shouting    and    screaming? 
quietly,    like   Tommy.      See.   be   doesn't   make   a   sound." 

;ie    doesn't."    said    the    little    girl.      That    is    our 
.   mining    home   late,   and    I    am 

1     t<  >\\ard  the     d<                          OToole 

in  the  d  in  licr  left  band 
and  a  fn>\\n  «>n  h<  r  ! 

•  d    morning."    --aid    tin-  "I'm    1" 

V,  shifting  her  club  over  t< 
r   hand. 


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TIM — "Sarer     Smith     (you    know     'er — Bill's     missus),     she 
throwed  herself  horf  the  end  uv  the  wharf  larst  night." 
TOM— "Poor   Sarer!" 
TIM — "An'  a  cop  fished  'er  out  again." 
TOM— "Poor  Bill!" 

The  cooing  stops  with  the  honeymoon,  but  the  billing  goes 
on  forever. 

"Well,  old  man,  how  did  you  get  along  after  I  left  you 
at  midnight.  Get  home  all  right?" 

"No ;  a  confounded  nosey  policeman  haled  me  to  the  sta- 
tion, where  I  spent  the  rest  of  the  night." 

"Lucky  dog!     I  reached  home." 

STRANGER— "What's  the  fight  about?" 

NATIVE — "The  feller  on  top  is  Hank  Hill  wot  married  the 
widder  Strong,  an'  th'  other's  Joel  Jenks,  wot  interdooced  him 
to  her"— Life. 

A  colored  man  had  been  arrested  on  a  charge  of  beating  and 
cruelly  misusing  his  wife.  After  hearing  the  charge  against 
the  prisoner,  the  justice  turned  to  the  first  witness. 

"Madam,"  he  said,  "if  this  man  were  your  husband  and  had 
given  you  a  beating,  would  you  call  in  the  police?" 

The  woman  addressed,  a  veritable  Amazon  in  size  and  ag- 
gressiveness, turned  a  smiling  countenance  .towards  the  jus- 
tice and  answered:  "No,  jedge.  If  he  was  mah  husban',  and 
he  treated  me  lak  he  did  'is  wife,  Ah  wouldn't  call  no  p'liceman. 
No,  sah,  Ah'd  call  de  undertaker." 

We  admire  the  strict  impartiality  of  the  judge  who  recently 
fined  his  wife  twenty-five  dollars  for  contempt  of  court,  but 
we  would  hate  to  have  been  in  the  judge's  shoes  when  he  got 
home  that  night. 

"How  many  children  have  you?"  asked  the  census-taker. 
The    man    addressed    removed    the    pipe    from    his    mouth, 
scratched  his  head,  thought  it  over  a  moment,  and  then  replied  : 
"Five — four  living  and  one  married." 


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SHK— "IIo\v  did  they  ever  come  to  mar: 

•Oli.   it's  the  same  old   story.     Started  out  to  be  good 
;m  1    HUT  on   changed   their  minds." — Puck. 

Nat  Goodwin  and  a  friend  were  walking  along  Fifth  Avenue 
one  afternoon  when  they  stopped  to  look  into  a  florist's  window, 
in  which  there  was  an  artistic  arrangement  of  exquisite  roses. 

"What  wonderful  American  Beauties  those  are,  Nat!"  said 
the  friend  delightedly. 

"They  are,  indeed,"  replied  Nat. 

"You  see,  I  am  very  fond  of  that  flower,"  continued  the 
friend.  "In  fact,  I  might  say  it  is  my  favorite.  You  know, 
Xat.  I  married  an  American  beauty." 

\\V11."  said  Nat  dryly,  "you  haven't  got  anything  on  me. 
I  married  a  cluster." 

"Are  you  quite  sure  that  was  a  marriage  license  you  gave 
me  last  month?" 

"Of  course!     What's  the  matter?" 

"Well,  I  thought  there  might  be  some  mistake,  seeing  that 
I've  lived  a  dog's  life  ever  since." 

Is  not  marriage  an  open  question,  when  it  is  alleged,  from 
the  beginning  of  the  world,  that  such  as  are  in  the  institution 
wish  to  get  out,  and  such  as  are  out  wish  to  get  in. — Emerson. 

HOUSEHOLDER — "Here,  drop  that  coat  and  clear  out!" 
BURGLAR — "You  be  quiet,  or   I'll   wake  your   wife  and  give 
her  this  letter  I   found  in  your  pocket." 

The  reason  why  so  few  marriages  are  happy  is  because 
young  ladies  spend  their  time  in  making  nets,  not  in  making 
cages. — Swift. 

See  also  Church   discipline ;   Domestic   finance ;   Trouble. 

MARRIAGE  FEES 

A  poor  couple  who  went  to  the  priest  to  be  wedded  were 
met  with  a  demand  for  the  marriage  fee.  It  was  not  forth- 


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coming.  Both  the  consenting  parties  were  rich  in  love  and  in 
their  prospects,  but  destitute  of  financial  resources.  The  father 
was  obdurate.  "No  money,  no  marriage." 

"Give  me  1'ave,  your  riverence,"  said  the  blushing  bride, 
"to  go  and  get  the  money." 

It  was  given,  and  she  sped  forth  on  the  delicate  mission 
of  raising  a  marriage  fee  out  of  pure  nothing.  After  a  short 
interval  she  returned  with  the  sum  of  money,  and  the  cere- 
mony was  completed  to  the  satisfaction  of  all.  When  the  parting 
was  taking  place  the  newly-made  wife  seemed  a  little  uneasy. 

"Anything  on  your  mind,  Catherine?"  said  the  father. 

"Well,  your  riverence,  I  would  like  to  know  if  this  marriage 
could  not  be  spoiled  now." 

"Certainly  not,  Catherine.     No  man  can  put  you  asunder." 

"Could  you  not  do  it  yourself,  father?  Could  you  not  spoil 
the  marriage?" 

"No,  no,  Catherine.  You  are  past  me  now.  I  have  nothing 
more  to  do  with  your  marriage." 

"That  aises  me  mind,"  said  Catherine,  "and  God  bless  your 
riverence.  There's  the  ticket  for  your  hat.  I  picked  it  up 
in  the  lobby  and  pawned  it." 

MANDY — "What  foh  yo'  been  goin'  to  de  post-office  so  reg'lar? 
Are  yo'  corresponding  wif  some  other  female?" 

RASTUS — "Nope;  but  since  ah  been  a-readin'  in  de  papers 
'bout  dese  'conscience  funds'  ah  kind  of  thought  ah  might  pos- 
sibly git  a  lettah  from  dat  ministah  what  married  us." — Life. 

The  knot  was  tied;  the  pair  were  wed, 
And  then  the  smiling  bridegroom  said 
Unto  the  preacher,   "Shall   I  pay 
To  you   the  usual    fee  today, 
Or  would  you  have  me  wait  a  year 
And  give   you   then  a  hundred  clear, 
If  I  should  find  the  marriage  state 
As  happy  as  I   estimate?" 
The  preacher  lost  no  time  in  thought, 
To  his  reply  no  study  brought, 
There  were  no  wrinkles  on  his  brow : 
Said  he,  "I'll  take  three  dollars  now." 


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MATHEMATICS 

.  \rithmctic. 

MATRIMONY 

See  Marriage. 

MEASURING  INSTRUMENTS 

"Golly,  hut  1's  tired!"  exclaimed  a  tall  and  thin  negro,  meet- 
ing a  short  and  stout  friend  on  Washington  Street. 

"What  you  been   doin'  to  get  tired?"   demanded  the  other. 

"Well,"  explained  the  thin  one,  drawing  a  deep  breath. 
"over  to  Brother  Smith's  dey  are  measurin'  de  house  for 
some  new  carpets.  Dey  haven't  got  no  yawdstick,  and  I's  just 
ezactly  six  feet  tall.  So  to  oblige  Brother  Smith,  I's  been 
a-layin'  down  and  a-gettin'  up  all  over  deir  house." 

MEDICAL  INSPECTION  OF  SCHOOLS 

PASSER-KY — "What's  the  fuss  in  the  schoolyard,  boy?" 
'I  HI:  I'.IIY — "Why,  the  doctor  has  just  been  around  cxaininiu' 
us  an'  one  of  the  deficient  boys  is  knockin'  th'  everlastiu'  stuf- 
fing out  of  a  perfect  kid." 

MEDICINE 

The  farmer's  mule  had  just  balked  in  the  road  when  the 
country  doctor  came  by.  The  fanner  asked  the  physician  if 

start    the   mule.      The   doctor 

said  he  could,  and,   reaching  down  into  his  medicine  case. 
the  animal  some  powders.     The  mule  suite-bed   his  tail, 

nd    started    on    a    mad    gallop    down    the    n-ad.      Tin- 
fanner  !«».!  u   the   flyinv-   animal  and  then   at  the  doctor. 

w  much  did  that    medicine  C..M.   1W 

iid    the    physician. 

"Well,  give  me  a   quarter's   worth,    <piii'  lu-   swal- 

i  that  mule." 


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Rarely  has  a  double  meaning  turned  with  more  deadly  ef- 
fect upon  an  innocent  perpetrator  than  in  an  advertisement  late- 
ly appearing  in  a  western  newspaper.  He  wrote:  "Wanted — 
a  gentleman  to  undertake  the  sale  of  a  patent  medicine.  The 
advertiser  guarantees  it  will  be  profitable  to  the  undertaker." 

I  firmly  believe  that  if  the  whole  materia  inedica  could  be 
sunk  to  the  bottom  of  the  sea,  it  would  be  all  the  better  for 
mankind  and  all  the  worse  for  the  fishes. — O.  W.  Holmes. 

A  man's  own  observation,  what  he  finds  good  of,  and  what 
he  finds  hurt  of,  is  the  best  physic  to  preserve  health. — Bacon. 

MEEKNESS 

The  friends  of  a  couple  in  Cleveland,  in  whose  household 
no  doubt  exists  as  to  who  is  the  head  of  the  family,  tell  an 
interesting  story  relative  to  the  last  trifling  passage  at  arms 
between  huband  and  wife. 

One  evening  just  before  dinner  the  wife,  who  had  been 
playing  bridge  all  the  afternoon,  came  in  to  find  her  husband 
and  a  strange  man  (afterward  ascertained  to  be  a  lawyer)  en- 
gaged in  some  mysterious  business  over  the  library  table,  upon 
which  were  spread  several  sheets  of  paper. 

"What  are  you  doing  with  all  that  paper,  Henry?"  demanded 
the  wife. 

"I  am  making  a  wish,"  meekly  responded  the  husband. 

"A  wish?" 

"Yes,  my  dear.  In  your  presence  I  shall  not  presume  to 
call  it  a  will." 

MEMORIALS 

Two  negroes  were  talking  about  a  recent  funeral  of  a  mem- 
ber of  their  race,  at  which  funeral  there  had  been  a  profusion 
of  floral  tributes.  Said  the  cook: 

"Dat's  all  very  well,  Mandy ;  but  when  I  dies  I  don't  want 
no  flowers  on  my  grave.  Jes'  plant  a  good  old  watermelon- 
vine;  an'  when  she  gits  ripe,  you  come  dar,  an'  don't  you  eat 


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it,  hut  jes'  1ms'  it  on  dc  grave,   an'  let  clc  good  old  juice  drib- 
iown  thro'  de  ground!" 

'That's  rather  a  handsome  mantelpiece  you  have  there.  Mr. 
Binkston,"  said  the  visitor. 

••plied   Mr.    Binkston,  proudly.     "That  is  a  memorial 
to  my  wife." 

"Why — I  was  not  aware  that  Mrs.  Binkston  had  passed 
away,"  said  the  visitor  sympathetically. 

"Oh  no,  indeed,  she  hasn't,"  smiled  Mr.  Binkston.  "She  is 
semiix  her  thirtieth  sojourn  in  jail.  That  mantelpiece  is  Imilt 
of  tlie  l>rick»  slu-  \\a-*  o-nvieted  of  throwing." 

MEMORY 

"Uncle  Mose,"  said  a  drummer,  addressing  an  old  colored 
man  seated  .  n  a  drygoods  box  in  front  of  the  village  store, 
"they  tell  me  that  you  remember  seeing  George  Washington — 
am  I  mistaken?" 

"No,  sah,"  said  Uncle  Mose.  "I  uster  'member  secin'  him, 
but  I  done  fo'got  sence  I  jined  de  chu'ch." 

A  noted  college  president,  attending  a  banquet  in  Boston, 
was  surprised  to  see  that  the  darky  who  took  the  hats  at  the 
door  gave  no  checks  in  return. 

"He  has  a  most  wonderful  memory,"  a  fellow  diner  ex- 
plained. "He's  been  doing  that  for  years  and  prides  himself 
upon  never  having  made  a  mistake." 

As  the  college  president  was  leaving,  the  darky  passed  him 
his  hat. 

"How  do  you  know  that   this  one   is  mine?" 
don't  know  it,  suh,"  admitted  the  darky. 

"Then  why  do  you  give  it  to  me?" 

'"Cause  yo'  gave  it  to  me,  suh." 

:mny."  said   his  mother  reprovingly,   "\\hat  did  I  say  I'd 
do  to  you  if  I  ever  caught  yon  stealing  jam  a- 

Tommy   thought fr'  bed    his   head    with   his   sticky   fin- 

gers. 

"Why.  that'-  funny,  ma.  that  you  ^honld  f.  •  .    Hanged 

n   return 


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Smith  is  a  young  New  York  lawyer,  clever  in  many  ways, 
but  very  forgetful.  He  was  recently  sent  to  St.  Louis  to  in- 
terview an  important  client  in  regard  to  a  case  then  pending 
in  the  Missouri  courts.  Later  the  head  of  his  firm  received 
this  telegram  from  St.  Louis: 

"Have  forgotten  name  of  client.     Please  wire  at  once." 

'This  was  the  reply  sent  from  New  York: 

"Client's    name    Jenkins.      Your    name    Smith." 

When  time  who  steals  our  years  away 

Shall  steal  our  pleasures  too, 
The  mem'ry  of  the  past  will  stay 

And  half  our  joys  renew. 

— Moore. 

The  heart  hath  its  own  memory,  like  the  mind, 

And  in  it  are  enshrined 
The  precious  keepsakes,  into  which  is  wrought 

The  giver's  loving  thought. 

— Longfellow. 

MEN 

Here's  to  the  men !     God  bless  them ! 

Worst  of  me  sins,  I  confess  them! 
In  loving  them  all;  be  they  great  or  small, 

So  here's  to  the  boys!  God  bless  them! 

May  all  single  men  be  married, 
And  all  married  men  be  happy. 

"What  is  your  ideal  man?" 

"One  who  is  clever  enough  to  make  money  and  foolish 
enough  to  spend  it!" 

I  have  thought  some  of  Nature's  journeymen  had  made  men 
and  not  made  them  well,  they  imitated  humanity  so  abom- 
inably.— Shakespeare. 


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Men  are  four: 
He  who  knows  and  knows  not  that  he  knows, — 

He  is  asleep — wake  him; 
He   who   knows   not   and   knows  not   that  he  knows  not, — 

He  is  a  fool — shun  him ; 
He  who  knows  not  and  knows  that  he  knows  not,— 

He  is  a  child — teach  him; 
He   who  knows  and   knows   that    he  knows, — 

He  is  a  king — follow  him. 

See  also   Dogs;    Husbands. 

MESSAGES 

"Have    you    the    rent    ready?" 

"No,  sir;  mother's  gone  out  washing  and  forgot  to  put  it 
out  for  you." 

"Did   she   tcH   you   she'd   forgotten?" 
.  sir." 

One  of  the  passengers  on  a  wreck  was  an  exceedingly  ner- 
vous man,  who.  while  floating  in  the  water,  imagined  how  his 
frii-nds   would  acquaint   his   wife   of   his    fate.     Saved   at   last, 
In   rushed  to  the  telegraph  office  and  sent  this  message:  "Dear 
I  am  saved.     Break  it  gently  to  my  wife." 

METAPHOR 

It  was  a  Washington  woman,  angry  because  the  authorities 
had  closed  the  woman's  rest-room  in  the  Senate  office  building, 
uln.  hurst  out: 

"It  is  almost  as  if  the  Senate  had  hurled  its  glove  into 
the  teeth  of  tin-  Advancing  wavr  that  i>.  sounding  the  clarion  of 
rights." 

A  water  consumer  in  Los  Angeles.  California,  whose  sup- 
ply liad  been  turned  off  because  he  wouldn't  pay,  wrote  to 
the  department  as  follows:  * 

"In  the  matter  of  shutting  off  the  water  on  unpaid  bills, 
roming  a  regular  crystallized  Russian 


286  TOASTER'S     HANDBOOK 

bureaucracy,  running  in  a  groove  and  deaf  to  the  appeals  of 
reform.  There  is  no  use  of  your  trying  to  impugn  the  verity 
of  this  indictment  by  shaking  your  official  heads  in  the  teeth 
of  your  own  deeds. 

"If  you  will  persist  in  this  kind  of  thing,  a  widespread  con- 
flagration of  the  populace  will  be  so  imminent  that  it  will  re- 
quire only  a  spark  to  let  loose  the  dogs  of  war  in  our  midst. 
Will  you  persist  in  hurling  the  corner  stone  of  our  personal 
liberty  to  your  wolfish  hounds  of  collectors,  thirsting  for  its 
blood?  If  you  persist,  the  first  thing  you  know  you  will  have 
the  chariot  of  a  justly  indignant  revolution  rolling  along  in  our 
midst  and  gnashing  its  teeth  as  it  rolls. 

"If  your  rascally  collectors  are  permitted  to  continue  com- 
ing to  our  doors  with  unblushing  footsteps,  with  cloaks  of 
hypocritical  compunction  in  their  mouths,  and  compel  payment 
from  your  patrons,  this  policy  will  result  in  cutting  the  wool 
off  the  sheep  that  lays  the  golden  egg,  until  you  have  pumped 
it  dry — and  then  farewell,  a  long  farewell,  to  our  vaunted 
prosperity." 

MICE 

"What's  the  matter  with  Briggs?" 

"He  was  getting  shaved  by  a  lady  barber  when  a  mouse  ran 
across  the  floor." — Life. 

MIDDLE  CLASSES 

WILLIE — "Paw,  what  is  the  middle  class?" 

PAW — "The  middle  class  consists  of  people  who  are  not  poor 
enough  to  accept  charity  and  not  rich  enough  to  donate  any- 
thing." 

MILITANTS 
See  Suffragettes. 

MILITARY  DISCIPLINE 

Murphy  was  a  new  recruit  in  the  cavalry.  He  could  not 
ride  at  all,  and  by  ill  luck  was  given  one  of  the  most  vicious 
horses  in  the  troop. 


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K(  number."  said  the  sergeant,  "no  one  is  allowed  to  dis- 
mount without  orders." 

Murphy  was  no  sooner  in  the  saddle  than  he  was  thrown  to 
the  ground. 

"Murphy!"  yelled  the  sergeant,  when  he  discovered  him  lying 
breathless  on  the  ground,  "you  dismounted !" 

'  I    did." 

"Did  you  have  orders?" 

'  I    did." 

"From  headquarters,  I   suppose?" 

"No,   sor;    from    hintquarters." 

"II<>\\  dare  you  come  on  parade,"  exclaimed  an  Irish  ser- 
geant to  a  recruit,  "before  a  respictible  man  loike  mysilf  smoth- 
ered from  head  to  foot  in  graise  an'  poipe  clay?  Tell  me  now — 
answer  me  when  I  spake  to  yez !" 

The  recruit  was  about  to  excuse  himself  for  his  condition 
when  the  sergeant  stopped  him. 

"Dare  yez  to  answer  me  when  I  puts  a  question  to  yez?r 
he  cried.  "Mould  yer  lyin'  tongue,  and  open  your  face  at  yer 
peril !  Tell  me  now,  what  have  ye  been  doin'  wid  yer  uni- 
form an'  arms  an'  bilts?  Not  a  word,  or  I'll  clap  yez  in  the 
guard-room.  When  I  axes  yez  anything  an'  yez  spakes  I'll  have 
yez  tried  for  insolence  to  yer  superior  officer,  but  if  yez  don't 
answer  when  I  questions  yez,  I'll  have  yez  punished  for  dis- 
ol.e.lieiice  of  orders!  So,  yez  see,  I  have  yez  both  ways!" 

Mi-take,  error,  is  the  discipline  through  which   we  advance. 

— Channing. 

MILLINERS 

r   a   milliner: 

To  a  presence  that's  much  more  than  queenly. 
Add   a   manner   that's    quite   Vere   dc   Vere; 
Yon   feel  like  a  worm  in  her  sight   when  >he  says. 
"<  >nly  $300.   my  dear!" 

— Life. 


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MILLIONAIRES 

Recipe   for  a  multi-millionaire: 

Take  a  boy  with  bare  feet  as  a  starter 

Add  thrift  and  sobriety,  mixed — 
Flavor  with  quarts  of  religion. 
And  see  that  the  tariff  is   fixed. 

-Life. 

MILLIONAIRE  (to  a  beggar)— "Be  off  with  you  this  minute!" 
BEGGAR — "Look  'ere,  mister;  the  only  difference  between  you 

and  me  is   that  you  are  makin'   your   second   million,   while   I 

am  still  workin'  at  my  first." 

"Now  that  you  have  made  $50,000,000,  I  suppose  you  are 
going  to  keep  right  on  for  the  purpose  of  trying  to  get  a 
hundred  millions?" 

"No,  sir.  You  do  me  an  injustice.  I'm  going  to  put  in 
the  rest  of  my  time  trying  to  get  my  conscience  into  a  satis- 
factory condition." 

"When  I  was  a  young  man,"  said  Mr.  Cumrox,  "I  thought 
nothing  of  working  twelve  or  fourteen  hours  a  day." 

"Father,"  replied  the  young  man  with  sporty  clothes,  "I 
wish  you  wouldn't  mention  it.  Those  non-union  sentiments  are 
liable  to  make  you  unpopular." 

No  good  man  ever  became  suddenly  rich. — Syrus. 

And   all   to   leave   what   with   his   toil    he   won, 
To  that   unfeather'd  two-legged   thing,  a   son. 

— Dry  den. 


See  also  Capitalists. 


MINORITIES 


Stepping  out  between  the  acts  at  the  first  production  of  one 
of  his  plays,  Bernard   Shaw   said   to  the  audience : 
"What  do  you  think  of  it?" 


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This  startled  everybody  for  the  time  being,  but  presently 
a  man  in  the  pit  assembled  his  scattered  wits  and  cried: 

"Rotten!" 

Shaw  made  a  curtsey  and  melted  the  house  with  one  of  his 
IrL>h  smiles. 

"My  friend,"  he  said,  shrugging  his  shoulders  and  indicat- 
ing the  crow'd  in  front,  "I  quite  agree  with  you,  but  what  are 
we  two  against  so  many?" 

MISERS 

There   was  an  old  man  of    Xantucket 
\\lio  kept  all  his  cash  in  a  bucket; 

But  his   daughter,    named   Nan, 

Ran   away   with   a   man — 
And  as   for  the  bucket,  Nantucket. 

A  mere  madness,  to  live  like  a  wretch,  and  die  rich. — Robert 
Burton. 

MISSIONARIES 

—"Poor  cousin  Jack!    And  to  be  eaten  by  those  wretch- 
ed cannibals!" 

~.  my  dear  child;  hut  he  ijave  them  their  first  taste 
in    religion  !" 

At  a  meeting  of  the  Women's  Foreign  Missionary  Society 
in  a  large  city  church  a  discussion  arose  among  the  members 
present  as  to  the  race  of  people  that  inhabited  a  far-away 
land.  Some  insisted  that  they  were  not  a  man-eating  people; 
others  that  they  were  known  to  be  cannibals.  However,  the 
question  was  finally  decided  by  a  minister's  widow.  wh«. 

"I    l>ecr   pardon    for   interrupting.    Mrs.    Chairman,    but    I    can 
yon    that    they   are   cannibaN.      My    husband    was   a   mis- 
nd    the\    ate   him." 

MISSIONS 

"What  in  the  world  arc  you  up  to,  1 

tin-    iinr-  old   daniji- 


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tcr  was  stuffing  broken  toys,  headless  dolls,  ragged  clothes  and 
general  debris  into  an  open  box. 

"Why,  mother,"  cried  Hilda,  "can't  you  see?  I'm  packing 
a  missionary  box  just  the  way  the  ladies  do;  and  it's  all  right," 
she  added  reassuringly,  "I  haven't  put  in  a  single  thing  that's 
any  good  at  all !" 

MISTAKEN  IDENTITY 

There  was  a  young  fellow  named   Paul, 
Who  went  to  a  fancy  dress  ball ; 

They  say,  just  for  fun 

He  dressed  up  like  a  bun, 
And  was  "et"  by  a  dog  in  the  hall. 

A  Scottish  woman,  who  was  spending  her  holidays  in  Lon- 
don, entered  a  bric-a-brac  shop,  in  search  of  something  odd  to 
take  home  to  Scotland  with  her.  After  she  had  inspected  sev- 
eral articles,  but  had  found  none  to  suit  her,  she  noticed  a 
quaint  figure,  the  head  and  shoulders  of  which  appeared  above 
the  counter. 

"What  is  that  Japanese  idol  over  there  worth?"  she  inquired 
of  the  salesman. 

The  salesman's  reply  was  given  in  a  subdued  tone: 

"About  half  a  million,  madam.     That's  the  proprietor!" 

The  late  James  McNeil  Whistler  was  standing  bareheaded 
in  a  hat  shop,  the  clerk  having  taken  his  hat  to  another  part 
.of  the  shop  for  comparison.  A  man  rushed  in  with  his  hat 
in  his  hand,  and,  supposing  Whistler  to  be  a  clerk  angrily  con- 
fronted him. 

"See  here,"  he  said,    "this  hat   doesn't    fit." 

Whistler  eyed  the  stranger  critically  from  head  to  foot,  and 
then  drawled  out: 

"Well,  neither  does  your  coat.  What's  more,  if  you'll  par- 
don my  saying  so,  I'll  be  hanged  if  I  care  much  for  the  color 
of  your  trousers." 

The  steamer  was  on  the  point  of  leaving,  and  the  pas- 
sengers lounged  on  the  deck  and  waited  for  the  start.  At 


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length  one  of  them  espied  a  cyclist  in  the  far  distance,  and  it 
soon  became  evident  that  he  was  doing  his  level  best  to  catch 
the  boat. 

Already  the  sailors'  hands  were  on  the  gangways,  and  the 
cyclist's  chance  looked  small  indeed.  Then  a  sportive  pas- 
senger wagered  a  sovereign  to  a  shilling  that  he  would  miss 
it.  The  offer  was  taken,  and  at  once  the  deck  became  a  scene 
of  wild  excitement. 

"He'll  miss  it." 

:  he'll  just  do  it." 

"Come  on !" 

"I  Ic  won't  do  it." 

"Yes,   he   will.      lie's   done   it.      Hurrah!" 

In  the  very  nick  of  time  the  cyclist  arrived,  sprang  off  his 
machine,  and  ran  up  the  one  gangway  left. 

"Cast  off!"  he  cried. 

It  was  the  captain. 

Much  to  the  curious  little  girl's  disgust,  her  elder  sister  and 
her  girl  friends  had  quickly  closed  the  door  of  the  back  parlor, 
before  she  could  wedge  her  small  self  in  among  them. 

She  waited  uneasily  for  a  little  while,  then  she  knocked.    No 

response.     She   knocked    again.     Still   no   attention.      Her    eur- 

could    he   controlled    no   longer.     ''Dodo!"   she   called    in 

staccato  tones   as  she   knocked  once  again.       ' Tain't  me!      It's 

Mann. 

MOLLY  COD  Dl 

:nmy.  why  don't  you  play  with  Frank  any  more?"  I 
Tommy's    mother,    who    noticed    that     he    was    culti\ating    the 
ntance    of    a    new    boy    on    the    block.      "I     thought    you 
such  good  dr 

"\\.  '   Tommy   Mij'ercilionsly.  "but   lie's  a  molly- 

coddle.     Il«    j,;ij,l    t'    '/n    into   the  ball-grounds." 

MO^ 

In   some   of    ihc   college   settlement v    thm    .nc   |.(  nm      avings 
for  children. 


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One  Saturday  a  small  boy  arrived  with  an  important  air  and 
withdrew  2  cents  from  his  account.  Monday  morning  he 
promptly  returned  the  money. 

"So  you  didn't  spend  your  2  cents?"  observed  the  worker  in 
charge. 

"Oh,  no,"  he  replied,  "but  a  fellow  just  likes  to  have  a  little 
cash  on  hand  over  Sunday." 

See  also  Domestic  finance. 

MORAL  EDUCATION 

Two  little  boys,  four  and  five  years  old  respectively,  were 
playing  quietly,  when  the  one  of  four  years  struck  the  other 
on  his  cheek.  An  interested  bystander  stepped  up  and  asked 
him  why  he  had  hit  the  other  who  had  done  nothing. 

"Well,"  replied  the  pugilistic  one,  "last  Sunday  our  lesson  in 
Sunday-school  was  about  if  a  fellow  hit  you  on  the  left  cheek 
turn  the  other  and  get  another  crack,  and  I  just  wanted  to  see 
if  Bobbie  knew  his  lesson." 

MOSQUITOES 

Senator  Gore,  of  Oklahoma,  while  addressing  a  convention 
in  Oklahoma  City  recently,  told  this  story,  illustrating  a  point 
he  made: 

"A  northern  gentleman  was  being  entertained  by  a  south- 
ern colonel  on  a  fishing-trip.  It  was  his.  first  visit  to  the 
South,  and  the  mosquitoes  were  so  bothersome  that  he  was 
unable  to  sleep,  while  at  the  same  time  he  could  hear  his  friend 
snoring  audibly. 

"The  next  morning  he  approached  the  old  darky  who  was 
doing  the  cooking. 

"  'Jim,'  he  said,  'how  is  it  the  colonel  is  able  to  sleep  so 
soundly  with  so  many  mosquitoes  around?' 

"  'I'll  tell  yo',  boss,'  the  darky  replied,  'de  fust  part  of  de 
night  de  kernel  is  too  full  to  pay  any  'tenshum  to  de  skeeters, 
and  de  last  part  of  de  night  de  skeeters  is  too  full  to  pay  any 
'tenshum  to  de  kernel.' " 

See  also  Applause;  New  Jersey. 


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MOTHERS 

While  reconnoitering  in  Westmoreland  County,  Virginia,  one 
eral  Washington's  officers  chanced  upon  a  fine  team  of 
horses  driven  before  a  plow  by  a  burly  slave.  Finer  animals 
he  had  never  seen.  When  his  eyes  had  feasted  on  their  beauty 
he  cried  to  the  driver:  "Hello  good  fellow!  I  must  have  those 
horses.  They  are  just  such  animals  as  I  have  been  looking 
for." 

The  black  man  grinned,  rolled  up  the  whites  of  his  eyes,  put 
the  lash  to  the  horses'  flanks  and  turned  up  another  furrow 
in  the  rich  soil. 

The  officer  waited  until  he  had  finished  the  row;  then  throw- 
ing back  his  cavalier  cloak  the  ensign  of  the  rank  dazzled  the 
slave's  eyes. 

"Better  see  missus!  Better  see  missus!"  he  cried  waving 
his  hand  to  the  south,  where  above  the  cedar  growth  rose  the 
towers  of  a  fine  old  Virginia  mansion. 

The  officer  turned  up  the  carriage  road  and  soon  was  rapping 
the  great  brass  knocker  of  the  front  door. 

Quickly  the  door  swung  upon  its  ponderous  hinges  and  a 
grave,  majestic-looking  woman  confronted  the  visitor  with  an 
air  of  inquiry. 

"Madam,"  said  the  officer  doffing  his  cap  and  overcome 
by  her  dignity .  "1  have  come  to  claim  your  horses  in  the 
name  of  the  Government*" 

"My  horses?"  said  she,  bending  upon  him  a  pair  of  eyes 
born  to  command.  "Sir,  you  cannot  have  them.  My  crops 
are  out  and  I  need  my  horses  in  the  field." 

:n  sorry."   said  the  officer,  "but   I   must  have  them,  mad- 
am.     Such   are   the  i    my   ch- 
ar   chief?      Who    is    your    chief,    pray?"    she    demanded 
with    restrained    warmth. 

"The    comman  incrican    army,    (iencral    George 

I     the    cither,    squaring    his     shoulders    and 
g   with    . 

CSI  of   the   woman's 

feat  IIP  and    tell    General    ( Jer  :  n    for 

"that     his    mother     sa\s     he     rammi     have     her 


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The  wagons  of  "the  greatest  show  on  earth"  passed  up  the 
avenue  at  daybreak.  Their  incessant  rumbling  soon  awakened 
ten-year-old  Billie  and  five-year-old  brother  Robert.  Their 
mother  feigned  sleep  as  the  two  white-robed  figures  crept 
past  her  bed  into  the  hall,  on  the  way  to  investigate.  Robert 
struggled  manfully  with  the  unaccustomed  task  of  putting  on 
his  clothes.  "Wait  for  me,  Billie,"  his  mother  heard  him  beg. 
"You'll  get  ahead  of  me." 

"Get  mother  to  help  you,"  counseled  Billie,  who  was  having 
troubles  of  his  own. 

Mother  started  to  the  rescue,  and  then  paused  as  she  heard 
the  voice  of  her  younger,  guarded  but  anxious  and  insistent. 

"You  ask  her,  Billie.  You've  known  her  longer  than  I 
have." 

A  little  girl,  being  punished  by  her  mother  flew,  white  with 
rage,  to  her  desk,  wrote  on  a  piece  of  paper,  and  then  going 
out  in  the  yard  she  dug  a  hole  in  the  ground,  put  the  paper 
in  it  and  covered  it  over.  The  mother,  being  interested  in  her 
child's  doings,  went  out  after  the  little  girl  had  gone  away, 
dug  up  the  paper  and  read : 
Dear  Devil: 

Please  come  and   take  my  mamma   away. 

One  morning  a  little  girl  hung  about  the  kitchen  bothering 
the  busy  cook  to  death.  The  cook  lost  patience  finally.  "Clear 
out  o'  here,  ye  sassy  little  brat !"  she  shouted,  thumping  the 
table  with  a  rolling-pin. 

The  little  girl  gave  the  cook  a  haughty  look.  "I  never  allow 
any  one  but  my  mother  to  speak  to  me  like  that,"  she  said. 

The  public-spirited  lady  met  the  little  boy  on  the  street. 
Something  about  his  appearance  halted  her.  She  stared  at 
him  in  her  near-sighted  way. 

THE  LADY— "Little  boy,  haven't  you   any  home?" 

THE  LITTLE  BOY — "Oh,  yes'm;  I've  got  a  home." 

THE  LADY — "And  loving  parents?" 

THE  LITTLE  BOY — "Yes'm." 

THE  LADY— "I'm  afraid  you  do  not  know  what  love  really 
is.  Do  your  parents  look  after  your  moral  welfare?" 

THE  LITTLE  BOY — "Yes'm." 


T  O  A  S  I  /.  A' '  .V     //  AN  DBOO  K  _NS 

Tin.  L.\i>Y--"Arc  they  bringing  you  up  to  be  a  good  and 
IK-IP ful  citizen?" 

'I'm:  LITTLE  BOY — "Ye>'m." 

Tin  LADY— "Will  you  ask  your  mother  to  come  and  hear 
me  talk  on  'When  Does  a  Mother's  Duty  to  Her  Child  Be- 
gin:' next  Saturday  afternoon,  at  three  o'clock,  at  Lyceum 
Hall?" 

I  HI:  LITTLE  BOY  (explosively) — "What's  th'  matter  with 
you,  ma!  Don't  you  know  me?  I'm  your  little  boy!" 

Here's  to  the  happiest  hours  of  my  life — 
Spent  in  the  arms  of  another  man's  wife: 
My  mother! 

Happy  he 

With   such  a   mother!   faith  in   womankind 
Beats    with   his  blood,   and  trust    in  all   things   high 
Comes  easy  to  him.  and  though  he  trip  and  fall, 
He   shall   not   blind   his    soul   with  clay. 

— Tennyson. 

Women  know 

The  way  to  rear  up  children    (to  be  just)  ; 
They  know  a  simple,  merry,  tender  knack 
of  tying  sashes,  fitting  baby-shoes, 
And  stringing  pretty  words  that  make  no  sense, 
And   Id  — ing   full  sense  into  empty  words; 
Which    things  are  corals  to  cut   life  upon. 
Although    such    trifles. 

— E.  B.  Broivning. 

MOTHERS-IN-LAW 

Justice   David  J.   Brewer  was  asked  not  long  ago  by  a  man: 
"Will  you  please  tell   me,   sir,   what  is  the   extreme  penalty 
for  bigan 

ticc    Brewer    smiled    and    answered: 
'>  mothers-in-law." 

•id  so  yon  arc  going  to  be  my  son-in-law?" 
Hi:— "By  Jove!     I  hadn't  thought  of  that." 


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WAITKR — "Have   another   glass,   sir?'' 

HrsuAND  (to  his  wife) — "Shall  I  have  another  glass,  Henri- 
etta?" 

WIFE    (to  her   mother) — "Shall    he  have   another,   mother?" 

A  blackmailer  wrote  the  following  to  a  wealthy  business 
man:  "Send  me  $5,000  or  1  will  abduct  your  mother-in-law." 

To  which  the  business  man  replied :  "Sorry  I  am  short  of 
funds,  but  your  proposition  interests  me." 

An  undertaker  telegraphed  to  a  man  that  his  mother-in-law 
had  died  and  asked  whether  he  should  bury,  embalm  or  cre- 
mate her.  The  man  replied,  "All  three,  take  no  chances." 

MOTORCYCLES 

The  automobile  was  a  thing  unheard  of  to  a  mountaineer 
in  one  community,  and  he  was  very  much  astonished  one  day 
when  he  saw  one  go  by  without  any  visible  means  of  locomo- 
tion. His  eyes  bulged,  however,  when  a  motorcycle  followed 
closely  in  its  wake  and  disappeared  like  a  flash  around  a  bend 
in  the  road. 

"Gee  whiz !"  he  said,  turning  to  his  son,  "who'd  'a'  s'posed 
that  thing  had  a  colt?" 

MOUNTAINS 

Some  real-estate  dealers  in  British  Columbia  were  accused 
of  having  victimized  English  and  Scotch  settlers  by  selling 
to  them  (at  long  range)  fruit  ranches  which  were  situated 
on  the  tops  of  mountains.  It  is  said  that  the  captain  of  a 
steamboat  on  Kootenay  Lake  once  heard  a  great  splash  in  the 
water.  Looking  over  the  rail,  he  spied  the  head  of  a  man 
who  was  swimming  toward  his  boat.  He  hailed  him.  "Do 
you  know,"  said  the  swimmer,  "this  is  the  third  time  to-day 
that  I've  fallen  off  that  bally  old  ranch  of  mine?" 

MOVING  PICTURES 

"Your  soldiers  look  fat  and  happy.  You  must  have  a  war 
chest.''  "Not  exactly,  but  things  are  on  a  higher  plane  than 


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.sed  to  be.     This  revolution    is  K-in.u   financed   by   a  mov- 
ing-picture concern." 

.       MUCK-RAKING 

The   way   of   the    transgressor   is   well    written    u*». 

MULES 

Gen.  (  ».  <  ).  11. .ward,  a-  i-  well  known,  is  a  man  of  deep  re- 
ligious principles,  and  in  the  course  of  the  war  he  divided  his 
time  pretty  equally  between  fighting  and  evangelism.  How- 
ard's brigade  was  known  all  through  the  army  as  the  Christian 
brigade,  and  he  was  very  proud  of  it. 

There  was  one  hardened  old  sinner  in  the  brigade,  how- 
ever, whose  ears  were  deaf  to  all  exhortation.  General  How- 
ard was  particularly  anxious  to  convert  this  man,  and  one 
day  he  went  down  in  the  teamsters'  part  of  the  camp  where 
the  man  was  on  duty.  He  talked  with  him  long  and  earnest- 
ly about  religion  and  finally  said : 

"1  want  to  see  you  converted.  Won't  you  come  to  the 
mourners'  bench  at  the  next  ser\  : 

The  crfing  one  rubbed  his  head  thoughtfully  for  a  moment 
and  then  replied: 

neral,    I'm   plumb    willin'   to   be   converted,    but   if   I    am. 

one  else  has  got  religion,  who  in  blue  bla 
goin'  to  drive  the  mules?" 

MUNICIPAL  GOVERNMENT 

•AVhai'x    the    trouble    in     I'lunkvillr 
"We've  tried  a  mayor  and   we've  tried  a  coinmi- 
"W. 

"Now    we're    thinking  'ng    the    management    of   our 

city  to  some  good  magazine." 

MUSEUMS 

It  1  niythiiiK  1"U  -'in   easy   ar  for  the  t< 

ook  six   of  her  pupils   through   the    Museum   «.f    Natural 


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History,  but  their  enthusiastic  interest  in  the  stuffed  animals 
and  their  open-eyed  wonder  at  the  prehistoric  fossils  amply 
repaid  her. 

"Well,  boys,  where  have  you  been  all  afternoon?"  asked  the 
father  of  two  of  the  party  that  evening. 

The  answer  came  back  with  joyous  promptness:  "Oh,  pop! 
Teacher  took  us  to  a  dead  circus." 

Two  Marylanders,  who  were  visiting  the  National  Museum 
at  Washington,  were  seen  standing  in  front  of  an  Egyptian 
mummy,  over  which  hung  a  placard  bearing  the  inscription, 
"B.  C  1187." 

Both  visitors  were  much  mystified  thereby.     Said  one: 

"What  do  you  make  of  that,  Bill?" 

"Well,"  said  Bill,  "I  dtinno ;  but  maybe  it  was  the  number 
of  the  motor-car  that  killed  him."— Edwin  Tarrissc. 


MUSIC 

The  musical  young  woman  who  dropped  her  peekaboo  waist 
in  the  piano  player  and  turned  out  a  Beethoven  sonata,  has 
her  equal  in  the  lady  who  stood  in  front  of  a  five-bar  fence 
and  sang  all  the  dots  on  her  veil. 

A  thief  broke  into  a  Madison  avenue  mansion  early  the 
other  morning  and  found  himself  in  the  music-room.  Hearing 
footsteps  approaching,  he  took  refuge  behind  a  screen. 

From  eight  to  nine  o'clock  the  eldest  daughter  had  a  sing- 
ing lesson. 

From  nine  to  ten  o'clock  the  second  daughter  took  a  piano 
lesson. 

From  ten  to  eleven  o'clock  the  eldest  son  had  a  violin  lesson. 

From  eleven  to  twelve  o'clock  the  other  son  had  a  lesson  on 
the  flute. 

At  twelve-fifteen  all  the  brothers  and  sisters  assembled  and 
studied  an  ear-splitting  piece  for  voice,  piano,  violin  and  flute. 

The  thief  staggered  out  from  behind  the  screen  at  twelve- 
forty-five,  and  falling  at  their  feet,  cried : 

"For  Heaven's  sake,  have  me  arrested!" 


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A  lady  told  Swinburne  that  she  would  render  on  the  piano 
a  very  ancient  Florentine  retornello  which  had  just  been  dis- 
covered. She  then  played  "Three  blind  mice"  and  Swinburne 
was  enchanted.  He  found  that  it  reflected  to  perfection  the 
cruel  beauty  of  the  Medicis — which,  perhaps,  it  does. — Edmund 
Gosse. 


The  accomplished  and  obliging  pianist  had  rendered  several 
selections,  when  one  of  the  admiring  group  of  listeners  in  the 
hotel  parlor  suggested  Mozart's  Twelfth  Mass.  Several  peo- 
ple echoed  the  request,  but  one  lady  was  particularly  desirous 
of  hearing  the  piece,  explaining  that  her  husband  had  belonged 
to  that  very  regiment. 


Dinner  was  a  little  late.  A  guest  asked  the  hostess  to  play 
something.  Seating  herself  at  the  piano,  the  good  woman  exe- 
cuted a  Chopin  nocturne  with  precision.  She  finished,  and 
there  was  still  an. interval  of  waiting  to  be  bridged.  In  the 
grim  silence  she  turned  to  an  old  gentleman  on  her  right  and 
said: 

'ild  you  like  a  sonata  before  going  in  to  dinner?" 

He  gave  a  start  of  surprise  and  pleasure  as  he  responded 
briskly : 

"Why,  yes,  thanks!  I  had  a  couple  on  my  way  here,  but 
I  could  stand  another." 


the   universal   language  of  mankind. — Longfellow. 


I  even  think  that,  sentimentally,  I  am  disposed  to  harmony. 
But  organically  I  am  incapable  of  a  tune. — Charles  Lamb. 


I  line's    music    in    the    sighing    of   a    reed; 
Tin-re's  mu>ic   in  tin-  ^n.sliing  of  a  rill; 

111   all    things,    if    men    had    « 
Their  earth  is  but  an  echo  of  the  spheres. 

— Byron. 


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MUSICIANS 

FATHER — "Well,  sonny,  did  you  take  your  dog  to  the  'vet' 
next  door  to  your  house,  as  I  suggested?" 

BOY— "Yes,   sir." 

FATHER — "And  what  did  he  say?" 

BOY — "'E  said  Towser  was  suffering  from  nerves,  so  Sis 
had  better  give  up  playin'  the  pianner." 

The  "celebrated  pianiste,"  Miss  Sharpe,  had  concluded  her 
recital.  As  the  resultant  applause  was  terminating,  Mrs.  Ro- 
chester observed  Colonel  Grayson  wiping  his  eyes.  The  old 
gentleman  noticed  her  look,  and,  thinking  it  one  of  inquiry, 
began  to  explain  the  cause  of  his  sadness.  "The  girl's  play- 
ing," he  told  the  lady,  "reminded  me  so  much  of  the  playing 
of  her  father.  He  used  to  be  a  chum  of  mine  in  the  Army 
of  the  Potomac." 

"Oh,  indeed!"  cooed  Mrs.  Rochester,  with  a  conventional 
show  of  interest.  "I  never  knew  her  father  was  a  piano- 
player." 

"He  wasn't,"  replied  the  Colonel.  "He  was  a  drummer." 

— G.  T.  Evans. 

Recipe    for    an   orchestra   leader : 

Four  hundred  and  twenty-two   movements — 

Emanuel,  Swedish  and  Swiss — 
It's  a  wonder  the  band  can  keep  playing, 
You'd  think  they'd  die  laughing  at  this! 

-Life. 

'Tis  God  gives  skill, 

But  not  without  men's  hands:  He  could  not  make 
Antonio    Stradivari's    violins 
Without  Antonio. 

— George  Eliot. 

NAMES,  PERSONAL 

Israel  Zangwill,  the  well-known  writer,  signs  himself  I.  Zang- 
will.  He  was  once  approached  at  a  reception  by  a  fussy  old  lady, 


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who    demanded,    "Oh,    Mr.    Zangwill,    what    is    your    Christian 
nani< 

"Madame,  I  have  none,"  he  gravely  assured  her.— Jolin  Pear- 
son. 

FRIEND — "So  your  great  Russian  actor  was  a  total  failure?" 
MAN A«.I-:R — "Yes.     It  took  all  our  profits  to  pay  for  running 
the  electric  light  sign  with  his  name  on  it." — Puck. 

A  somewhat  unpatriotic  little  son  of  Italy,  twelve  years 
old,  came  to  his  teacher  in  the  public  school  and  asked  if  he 
could  not  have  his  name  changed. 

'Why  do  you  wish  to  change  your  name?"  the  teacher 
asked. 

"I  want  to  be  an  American.  I  live  in  America  now.  I  no 
longer  want  to  be  a  Dago." 

"What  American  name  would  you  like  to  have?" 

"I  have  it  here,"  he  said,  handing  the  teacher  a  dirty  scrap 
of  paper  on  which  was  written — Patrick  Dennis  McCarty. 

A  shy  young  man  once  said  to  a  young  lady:  "I  wish  dear, 
that  we  were  on  such  terms  of  intimacy  that  you  would  not 
mind  calling  me  by  my  first  name." 

"Oh,"  she  replied,  "your  second   name  is  good  enough   for 


An  American  travelling  in  Europe  engaged  a  courier.  Arriv- 
ing at  an  inn  in  Austria,  the  man  asked  his  servant  to  enter 
his  name  in  accordance  with  the  police  regulations  of  that 
country.  Some  time  after,  the  man  asked  the  servant  if  he 
had  complied  with  his  orders. 
is  the  reply. 

i  write  my  name?"  asked  the  master. 
nr,   I   can't  pronounce  it,"  answered  the  servant,  "but 
I  copied  it   from  your  portmanteau. 

y,  my  name  isn't  there.    Bring  me  the  book." 
The  register  was  brought,  and,  instead  of  the  plain  Ameri- 
can  n.  ,\o   syllables,   the   following  entry   was   revealed: 
"Monsieur  Warranted  Solid  Leather." 

— M.  A.  Hitchcock. 


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The  story  is  told  of  Helen  Hunt,  the  famous  author  of  "Ra- 
mona,"  that  one  morning  after  church  service  she  found  a 
purse  full  of  money  and  told  her  pastor  about  it. 

"Very  well,"  he  said,  "you  keep  it,  and  at  the  evening  serv- 
ice I  will  announce  it,"  which  he  did  in  this  wise: 

"This  morning  there  was  found  in  this  church  a  purse  filled 
with  money.  If  the  owner  is  present  he  or  she  can  go  to 
Helen  Hunt  for  it." 

And  the  minister  wondered  why  the  congregation   tittered ! 

A  street-car  "masher"  tried  in  every  way  to  attract  the  at- 
tention of  the  pretty  young  girl  opposite  him.  Just  as  he  had 
about  given  up,  the  girl,  entirely  unconscious  of  what  had 
been  going  on,  happened  to  glance  in  his  direction.  The  "mash- 
er" immediately  took  fresh  courage. 

"It's  cold  out  to-day,   isn't  it?"   he  ventured. 

The  girl  smiled  and  nodded  assent,  but  had  nothing  to 
say. 

"My  name  is  Specknoodle,"  he  volunteered. 

"Oh,  I  am  so  sorry,"  she  said  sympathetically,  as  she  left 
the  car. 

The  comedian  came   on   with   affected   diffidence. 

"At  our  last  stand,"  quoth  he,  "I  noticed  a  man  laughing 
while  I  was  doing  my  turn.  Honest,  now !  My,  how  he 
laughed !  He  laughed  until  he  split.  Till  he  split,  mind  you. 
Thinks  I  to  myself,  I'll  just  find  out  about  the  man  and  so, 
when  the  show  was  over,  I  went  up  to  him. 

"  'My  friend,'  says  I,  'I've  heard  that  there's  nothing  in 
a  name,  but  are  you  not  one  of  the  Wood  family?' 

"  'I  am,'  says  he,  'and  what's  more,  my  grandfather  was 
a  Pine!' 

"No  Wood,  you  know,  splits  any  easier  than  a  Pine." — Ram- 
sey Benson. 

"But  Eliza,"  said  the  mistress,  "your  little  boy  was  christened 
George  Washington.  Why  do  you  call  him  Izaak  Walton? 
Walton,  you  know,  was  the  famous  fisherman." 

"Yes'm,"  answered  Eliza,  "but  dat  chile's  repetashun  fo' 
telling  de  troof  made  dat  change  imper'tive." 


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The  mother  of  the  girl  bahy,  herself  named  Rachel,  frank- 
ly told  her  husband  that  she  was  tired  of  the  good  old  names 
borne  by  most  of  the  feminine  members  of  the  family,  and 
she  would  like  to  give  the  little  girl  a  name  entirely  differ- 
ent. Then  she  wrote  on  a  slip  of  paper  "Eugenie,"  and  asked 
her  husband  if  he  didn't  think  that  was  a  pretty  name. 

The  father  studied  the  name  for  a  moment  and  then  said : 
"Veil,   call   her   Youshcenie,   but    I   don't   see   vat  you   gain 
by  it." 

There    was  a  great   swell    in   Japan. 
Whose  name  on  a  Tuesday  began  ; 

It  lasted  through  Sunday 

Till   twilight  on   Monday, 
And  sounded  like  stones  in  a  can. 

He  was  a  young  lawyer  who  had  just  started  practicing  in 
a  small  town  and  hung  his  sign  outside  of  his  office  door.  It 
read :  "A.  Swindler."  A  stranger  who  called  to  consult  him 
saw  the  sign  and  said:  "My  goodness,  man,  look  at  that  sign! 
Don't  you  see  how  it  reads?  Put  in  your  first  name — Alexan- 
der, Ambrose  or  whatever  it 

"Oh,  yes,  I  know,"  said  the  lawyer  resignedly,  "but  I  don't 
exactly  like  to  do  it." 

''Why   not?"   asked   the   client.     "It    looks   mighty   bad    as   it 
is.    What  is  your  first  name?" 
am." 

Who  hath  not  own'd,   with    rapture-smitten    frame, 
The  poi  -lie  magic  of  a  name. 

—Campbell. 

NATIVES 

'admiring   the    prodigy  )--"Se\  cnth    standard,    is    she? 
the    pianniT   an'   talks    French    like  a    native.    I'll    bit." 

BO  doubt   that's  meant  to 

be   very    funny.  th;   but    as   it    'appcns  you're  only  ex- 

thoy    ain't    natives    in    France— they're 
-Skftch. 


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NATURE  LOVERS 

"Would  you  mind  tooting  your  factory  whistle  a  little?" 
"What  for?" 

"For  my  father  over  yonder  in  the  park.     He's  a  trifle  deaf 
and  he  hasn't  heard  a  robin  this  summer." 


NAVIGATION 

The  fog  was  dense  and  the  boat  had  stopped  when  the 
old  lady  asked  the  Captain  why  he  didn't  go  on. 

"Can't  see  up  the  river,  madam." 

"But,  Captain,"  she  persisted,  "I  can  see  the  stars  overhead." 

"Yes,  ma'am,"  said  the  Captain,  "but  until  the  boilers  bust 
we  ain't  goin'  that  way." 


NEATNESS 

The  neatness  of  the  New  England  housekeeper  is  a  mat- 
ter of  common  remark,  and  husbands  in  that  part  of  the 
country  are  supposed  to  appreciate  their  advantages. 

A  bit  of  dialogue  reported  as  follows  shows  that  there  may 
be  another  side  to  the  matter. 

"Martha,  have  you  wiped  the  sink  dry  yet?"  asked  the  farm- 
er, as  he  made  final  preparations  for  the  night. 

"Yes,   Josiah,"    she    replied.      "Why    do   you    ask?" 

"Well,  I  did  want  a  drink,  but  I  guess. I  can  get  along  until 
morning." 

NEGROES 

A  colored  girl  asked  the  drug  clerk  for  "ten  cents'  wuth  o* 
cou't-plaster." 

"What  color,"  he  asked. 

"Flesh  cullah,  suh." 

Whereupon  the  clerk  proffered  a  box  of  black  court  plaster. 

The  girl  opened  the  box  with  a  deliberation  that  was  ominous, 
but  her  face  was  unruffled  as  she  noted  the  color  of  the  con- 
tents and  said: 

"I   ast   for  flesh  cullah,  an'  you  done  give  me  skin  cullah." 


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A  cart  containing  a  number  of  negro  field  hands  was  be- 
ing drawn  by  a  mule.  The  driver,  a  darky  of  about  twenty, 
was  endeavoring  to  induce  the  mule  to  increase  its  speed, 
when  suddenly  the  animal  let  fly  with  its  heels  and  dealt  him 
such  a  kick  on  the  head  that  he  was  stretched  on  the  ground 
in  a  twinkling.  He  lay  rubbing  his  woolly  pate  where  the 
mule  had  kicked  him. 

"Is  he  hurt?"  asked  a  stranger  anxiously  of  an  older  negro 
who  had  jumped  from  the  conveyance  and  was  standing  over 
the  prostrate  driver. 

"No,  Boss,"  was  the  older  man's  reply ;  "dat  mule  will  prob- 
ably walk  kind  o'  tendah  for  a  day  or  two,  but  he  ain't  hurt." 

In  certain  parts  of  the  West  Indies  the  negroes  speak  English 
with  a  broad  brogue.  They  are  probably  descended  from  the 
slaves  of  the  Irish  adventurers  who  accompanied  the  Spanish 
settlers. 

A  gentleman  from  Dublin  upon  arriving  at  a  West  Indian 
port  was  accosted  by  a  burly  negro  fruit  vender  with,  "1  IT 
top  uv  th'  mornin'  to  ye,  an'  would  ye  be  after  wantin'  to  buy 
a  bit  o'  fruit,  sor?" 

The  Irishman  stared  at  him  in  amazement. 
.  "An'  how  long  have  ye  been  here?"  he  finally  asked. 

"Coin1  on  three  months,  yer  Honor,"  said  the  vender,  think- 
ing of  the  time  since  he  had  left  his  inland  home. 

"Three  months,  is  it?  Only  three  months  an'  as  black  as 
thot?  Faith,  I'll  not  land!" 

Dinah,  crying  bitterly,  was  coming  down  the  street  with 
her  feet  bandaged. 

"Why,  what  on  earth's  the  nntterr"  she  was  asked.  "l!«n\ 
did  you  hurt  your  feet.  Dinah?" 

"Dat  good  fo'  nothin'  nigger  [sniffle]  done  hit  me  on  de 
haid  wif  a  club  while  I  was  standin'  on  de  hard  stone  pave- 
ment." 

'I.i /a.   what    fo'  yo'  buy  dat  udder  box  of  si  iin'?" 

"Go   on.  m't    sli.H'-l.lackniir.    dat's    ma    massage 

creat; 


306  TOASTER'S     HANDBOOK 

"Johnny,"  said  the  mother  as  she  vigorously  scrubbed  the 
small  boy's  face  with  soap  and  water,  "didn't  I  tell  you  never 
to  blacken  your  face  again?  Here  I've  been  scrubbing  for 
half  an  hour  and  it  won't  come  off." 

"I-I — ouch !"  sputtered  the  small  boy ;  "I  ain't  your  little 
boy.  I — ouch!  I'se  Mose,  de  colored  lady's  little  boy." 

The  day  before  she  was  to  be  married  an  old  negro  ser- 
vant came  to  her  mistress  and  intrusted  her  savings  to  her 
keeping. 

"Why  should  I  keep  your  money  for  you?  I  thought  you 
were  going  to  be  married?"  said  the  mistress. 

"So  I  is,  Missus,  but  do  you  'spose  I'd  keep  all  dis  yer 
money  in  de  house  wid  dat  strange  nigger?" 

A  southern  colonel  had  a  colored  valet  by  the  name  of 
George.  George  received  nearly  all  the  colonel's  cast-off  cloth- 
ing. He  had  his  eyes  on  a  certain  pair  of  light  trousers  which 
were  not  wearing  out  fast  enough  to  suit  him,  so  he  thought 
he  would  hasten  matters  somewhat  by  rubbing  grease  on  one 
knee.  When  the  colonel  saw  the  spot,  he  called  George  and 
asked  if  he  had  noticed  it.  George  said,  "Yes,  sah,  Colonel, 
I  noticed  dat  spot  and  tried  mighty  hard  to  get  it  out,  but  I 
couldn't." 

"Have  you  tried  gasoline?"   the   colonel  asked. 

"Yes,   sah,  Colonel,   but  it   didn't  do  no  good." 

"Have  you  tried  brown  paper  and  a  hot  "iron?" 

"Yes,  sah,  Colonel,  I'se  done  tried  'mos'  everything  I  knows 
of,  but  dat  spot  wouldn't  come  out." 

"Well,  George,  have  you  tried  ammonia'*"  the  colonel  asked 
as  a  last  resort. 

"No,  sah,  Colonel,  I  ain't  tried  'em  on  yet,  but  I  knows 
dey'll  fit." 

A  negro  went  into  a  hardware  shop  and  asked  to  be  shown 
some  razors,  and  after  critically  examining  those  submitted 
to  him  the  would-be  purchaser  was  asked  why  he  did  not  try 
a  "safety,"  to  which  he  replied:  "I  ain'  lookin'  for  that  kind. 
I  wants  this  for  social  purposes." 


I  S  /  /   /v  'S     HANDBOOK  307 

Before  a  house  where  a  colored  man  had  died,  a  small 
darkey  u  t>  standing  erect  at  one  side  of  the  door.  It  was 
about  time  for  the  services  to  begin,  and  the  parson  appeared 
from  within  and  said  to  the  darkey:  "De  services  are  about 
to  begin.  Aren't  you  a-gwine  in ':" 

'Tse  would  if  I'se  could,  parson,"  answered  the  little  negro, 
"hut  yo'  see  I'se  de  crape." 

also  Chicken  stealing. 

NEIGHBORS 

Tin    MAN   AT  THE  DOOR — "Madame,  I'm  the  piano-tuner." 
THE  WOMAN — "I   didn't   send   for  a  piano-tuner." 
1  HI:  MAN— "I  know  it,  lady;  the  neighbors  did." 

NEW  JERSEY 

u  must  have  had  a  terrible  experience  with  no  food,  and 
mosquitoes  swarming  around  you,"  I  said  to  the  shipwrecked 
mariner  who  had  been  cast  upon  the  Jersey  sands. 

i  just  bet  1  had  a  terrible  experience,"  he  acknowledged. 
"My  experience  was  worse  than  that  of  the  man  who  wrote 
'Water,  water  everywhere,  hut  not  a  drop  to  drink.'  With 
me  it  was  bites,  bites  everywhere,  but  not  a  bite  to  eat." 


NEW  YORK   CITY 

a   convention  of    Methodist    Bishops  held  in  Washington, 

the    r.i>hup   of    New    York    made    a    stirring   address    extolling 

and    possibilities    «i    his    state.      Uishop     Hamilton. 

of  California,    like   all   good    Californians,   is    imbued    with    the 

;ion    that    it    would    be    hard    to   equal    a   place    he   knows 

;id    following  the   Bishop  01  -rk  he 

X  picture  of  California,   concluding: 

1    only   is   it   tl  'ace   on   earth   to    live   in,    but    it 

r   advan;  .   as  a   place   to   die  in;   for  there 

'iile    in 

v    only    have     well.    \»\\    know    which    vsitc    it    is 
w  York !" 


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One  night  Dave  Warfield  was  playing  at  David  Belasco's 
new  theatre,  supported  by  one  of  Mr.  Belasco's  new  companies. 
The  performance  ran  with  a  smoothness  of  a  Standard  Oil  law- 
yer explaining  rebates  to  a  Federal  court.  A  worthy  person 
of  the  farming  classes,  sitting  in  G  14,  was  plainly  impressed. 
In  an  interval  between  the  acts  he  turned  to  the  metropolitan 
who  had  the  seat  next  him. 

"Where  do  all  them  troopers  come  from?"  he  inquired. 

"I  don't  think  I  understand,"  said  the  city-dweller. 

"I  mean  them  actors  up  yonder  on  the  stage,"  explained 
the  man  from  afar,  "Was  they  brought  on  specially  for  this 
show,  or  do  they  live  here?" 

"I  believe  most  of  them  live  here  in  town,"  said  the  New 
Yorker. 

"Well,  they  do  purty  blamed  well  for  home  talent,"  said  the 
stranger. 


A  traveler  in  Tennessee  came  across  an  aged  negro  seated 
in  front  of  his  cabin  door  basking  in  the  sunshine. 

"He  could  have  walked  right  on  the  stage  for  an  Uncle 
Tom  part  without  a  line  of  makeup,"  says  the  traveler.  "He 
must  have  been  eighty  years  of  age." 

"Good    morning,    uncle,"    says    the    stranger. 

"Mornin',  sah !  Mornin',"  said  the  aged  one.  Then  he  added, 
"Be  you  the  gentleman  over  yonder  from  New  York?" 

Being  told  that  such  was  the  case  the  .old  darky  said ;  "Do 
you  mind  telling  me  something  that  has  been  botherin'  my  old 
haid?  I  have  got  a  grandson — he  runs  on  the  Pullman  cyars — 
and  he  done  tells  me  that  up  thar  in  New  York  you-all  burn 
up  youah  folks  when  they  die.  He  is  a  poherful  liar,  and  I 
don't  believe  him." 

"Yes,"  replied  the  other,  "that  is  the  truth  in  some  cases. 
We  call  it  cremation." 

"Well,  you  stittenly  surprise  me,"  said  the  negro  and  then 
he  paused  as  if  in  deep  reflection.  Finally  he  said ;  "You-all 
know  I  am  a  Baptist.  I  believe  in  the  resurrection  and  the  life 
everlastin'  and  the  coming  of  the  Angel  Gabriel  and  the  blow- 
in'  of  that  great  horn,  and  Lawdy  me,  how  am  they  evah  goin' 
to  find  them  folks  on  that  great  mawnin'?" 


TOASTER'S     HANDBOOK  309 

It  was  too  great  a  task  for  an  offhand  answer,  and  the  sug- 
gestion was  made  that  the  aged  one  consult  his  minister.  Again 
the  negro  fell  into  a  brown  study,  and  then  he  raised  his  head 
and  his  eyes  twinkled  merrily,  and  he  said  in  a  soft  voice: 

"Meanin'  no  offense,  sah,  but  from  what  Ah  have  heard 
about  New  York  I  kinder  calcerlate  they  is  a  lot  of  them  New 
York  people  that  doan'  wanter  be  found  on  that  mornin'." 

NEWS 

Soon  after  the  installation  of  the  telegraph  in  Krederii-ks- 
burg,  Virginia,  a  little  darky,  the  son  of  my  father's  mammy, 
saw  a  piece  of  newspaper  that  had  blown  up  on  the  telegraph 
wires  and  caught  there.  Running  to  my  grandmother  in  a 
great  state  of  excitement,  he  cried,  "Miss  Liza,  come  quick! 
Dem  wires  done  buss  and  done  let  all  the  news  out!" 

— Sue  M.  M.  Halsey. 

"Our  whole  neighborhood  has  been  stirred  up,"  said  the 
regular  reader. 

The  editor  of  the  country  weekly  seized  his  pen.  ''Tell 
me  about  it,"  he  said.  "What  \\t-  want  is  nous.  What  stirred 
it  up?" 

"Plowing,"  said  the   farmer. 

Then-   is   nothing   IH-W   except   what   is    forgotten. 

—Mademoiselle  Bert  in. 

NEWSPAPERS 

ind  old  gentleman  seeing  a  small  boy  who  was  carrying 
a  lot  of  newspapers  under  his  arm  said:  "Don't  all  those  pa- 
pers make  you  tin  >y?" 

"Naw,    I   don't    read    Vm,"    replied    tin-    I 

Vox  -"Do   you    think    you've    boosted    your    circula- 

ing  a  year  the  biggest  potato  raised 

MIC   IK. i  ;   Imt    I   KOI    four   barrels  of  sam- 


3io  TO.  I  S  T  /•:  A' '  .V     11  AN  DBG  G  1< 

COLONEL    1  IK.IH  I.VKR— "\\'liat   arc  your  raks   per  column?" 
EDITOR  OF  "SWELL  SOCIETY" — "For  insertion  or  suppression?'' 

-Life. 

EDITOR — "You  wish  a  position  as  a  proofreader?" 

APPLICANT — "Yes,  sir." 

"Do  you  understand  the  requirements  of  that  responsible 
position?" 

"Perfectly,  sir.  Whenever  you  make  any  mistakes  in  the 
paper,  just  blame  'em  on  me,  and  I'll  never  say  a  word." 


A  prominent  Montana  newspaper  man  was  making  the 
round  of  the  insane  asylum  of  that  state  in  an  official  capacity 
as  an  inspector.  One  of  the  inmates  mistook  him  for  a  re- 
cent arrival. 

"What  made   you   go   crazy?" 

"I  was  trying  to  make  money  out  of  the  newspaper  busi- 
ness," replied  the  editor,  to  humor  the  demented  one. 

"Rats,  you're  not  craxy ;  you're  just  a  plain  darn  fool,"  was 
the  lunatic's  comment. 

"Did  you  write  this  report  on  my  lecture,  'The  Curse  of 
Whiskey'?" 

"Yes,  madam." 

"Then  kindly  explain  what  you  mean  by  saying,  The  lec- 
turer was  evidently  full  of  her  subject!'" 

We  clip  the  following  for  the  benefit  of  those  who  doubt 
the  power  of  the  press: 

"Owing  to  the  overcrowded  condition  of  our  columns,  a 
number  of  births  and  deaths  are  unavoidably  postponed  this 
week." 

"Binks  has  sued  us  for  libel,"  announced  the  assistant 
editor  of  the  sensational  paper. 

The  managing  editor's  face  brightened. 

"Tell  him,"  he  said,  "that  if  he  will  put  up  a  strong  fight 
we'll  cheerfully  pay  the  damages  and  charge  them  up  to  the 
advertising  account." 


T  O  A  .V  7  /:  k  '  S     II  AN  DBOOK  311 

Booth  Tarkington  says  that  in  no  state  have  the  newspa- 
pers more  "journalistic  enterprise"  than  in  his  native  Indiana. 
While  stopping  at  a  little  Hoosier  hotel  in  the  course  of  a 
hunting  trip  Mr.  Tarkington  lost  one  of  his  dogs. 

"I  lave  you  a  newspaper  in  town?"  he  asked  of  the  landlord. 

"Right  across  the  way,  there,  back  of  the  shoemaker's,"  the 
landlord  told  him.  "The  Daily  AV:cvr— best  little  paper  of  its 
size  in  the  state." 

The  editor,  the  printer,  and  the  printer's  devil  were  all 
busy  doing  justice  to  Mr.  Tarkington  with  an  "in-our-midst" 
paragraph  when  the  novelist  arrived. 

"I've  just  lost  a  dog,"  Tarkington  explained  after  he  had 
introduced  himself,  "and  I'd  like  to  have  you  insert  this  ad 
for  me:  'Fifty  dollars  reward  for  the  return  of  a  pointer  dog 
answering  to  the  name  of  Rex.  Disappeared  from  the  yard  of 
the  Mansion  House  Monday  night.' " 

"Why,  we  are  just  going  to  press,  sir,"  the  editor  said, 
"but  we'll  be  only  too  glad  to  hold  the  edition  for  your  ad." 

Mr.  Tarkington  returned  to  the  hotel.  After  a  few 
minutes  he  decided,  however,  that  it  might  be  well  to  add, 
"No  questions  asked"  to  his  advertisement,  and  returned  to  the 
Daily  News  office. 

The  place  was  deserted,  save  for  the  skinny  little  freckle- 
faced  devil,  who  sat  perched  on  a  high  stool,  gazing  wistfully 
out  of  the  window. 

"Where   is  everybody?"  Tarkington  asked. 

"Oawn  to  hunt  for  th'  dawg,"  replied  the  boy. 

:    are    the    greatest    inventor    in    the    world,"    exclaimed 
a  newspaper  man  to  Alexander  Graham  Bell. 

"Oh,  no,  my  friend,  I'm  not,"  said  Professor  Bell.  "I've 
never  been  a  reporter." 

Not  long  ago  a  city  editor  in  Ottumwa,  Iowa,  was  told  over 
the  telephone  that  a  prominent  citizen  had  just  died  suddenly. 
He  called  a  reporter  and  told  him  to  rush  out  and  get  the 
"story."  Twenty  minutes  later  th<  returned,  sat  down 

at   his  desk,  and  bepan   to  rattle  off  copy  on   his  typewriter. 
II,  \\ii.-if  i  -tor. 

"Oh,   nothing  much,"   replied   the   reporter,   without   looking 


3i2  TOASTER'S     HANDBOOK 

up.  "He  was  walking  along  the  street  when  he  suddenly  clasped 
his  hands  to  his  heart  and  said,  Tm  going  to  die!'  Then  he 
leaned  up  against  a  fence  and  made  good." 

Enraged  over  something  the  local  newspaper  had  printed  about 
him,  a  subscriber  burst  into  the  editor's  office  in  search  of  the 
responsible  reporter.  "Who  are  you?"  he  demanded,  glaring 
at  the  editor,  who  was  also  the  main  stockholder.  "I'm  the 
newspaper,"  was  the  calm  reply.  "And  who  are  you?"  he 
next  inquired,  turning  his  resentful  gaze  on  the  chocolate- 
colored  office-devil  clearing  out  the  waste  basket.  "Me?"  re- 
joined the  darky,  grinning  from  ear  to  ear.  "Ah  guess  ah's 
de  cul'ud  supplement." 

Four  hostile  newspapers  are  more  to  be  feared  than  a  thou- 
sand bayonets. — Napoleon  L 

Newspapers  always  excite  curiosity.  No  one  ever  lays  one 
down  without  a  feeling  of  disappointment. — Charles  Lamb. 

OBESITY 
See  Corpulence. 

OBITUARIES 

If  you  have  frequent  fainting  spells,  accompanied  by  chills, 
cramps,  corns,  bunions,  chilblains,  epilepsy  and  jaundice,  it 
is  a  sign  that  you  are  not  well,  but  liable  to  die  any  minute. 
Pay  your  subscription  in  advance  and  thus  make  yourself  solid 
for  a  good  obituary  notice. — Mountain  Echo. 


See  also  Epitaphs. 


OBSERVATION 


In  his  daily  half  hour  confidential  talk  with  his  boy  an  am- 
bitious father  tried  to  give  some  good  advice. 

"Be  observing,  my  son,"  said  the  father  on  one  occasion. 
"Cultivate  the  habit  of  seeing,  and  you  will  be  a  successful 
man.  Study  things  and  remember  them.  Don't  go  through 


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the  world  blindly.  Learn  to  use  your  eyes.  Boys  who  are 
observing  know  a  great  deal  more  than  those  who  are  not" 

Willie  listened  in  silence. 

Several  days  later  when  the  entire  family,  consisting  of 
his  mother,  aunt  and  uncle,  were  present,  his  father  said : 

"\\cll,  Willie,  have  you  kept  using  your  eyes  as  I  advised 
you  to  do?" 

Willie  nodded,  and  after  a  moment's  hesitation  said: 

"I've  seen  a  few  things  right  around  the  house.  Uncle 
Jim's  got  a  bottle  of  hair  dye  hid  under  his  trunk,  Aunt  Jen- 
nie's got  an  extra  set  of  teeth  in  her  dresser,  Ma's  got  some 
curls  in  her  hat,  and  Pa's  got  a  deck  of  cards  and  a  box  of 
chips  behind  the  books  in  the  secretary." 

OCCUPATIONS 

Mr>.  Hennessey,  who  was  a  late  arrival  in  the  neighbor- 
hood, was  entertaining  a  neighbor  one  afternoon,  when  the 
latter  inquired: 

"An*  what  does  your  old  man  do,   Mrs.  Hennessey?" 

"Sure,  he's  a  di'mond-cutter." 

"  Yr  d'in't  mum-  it  !" 

"Vis;   he   cuts  th'   grass   off   th'  baseball   grounds." 

— L.  F.  Clarke. 

All  business  men  are  apt  to  use  the  technical  terms  of  their 
daily  labors  in  situations  outside  of  working  hours.  One  time 
a  railroad  man  was  entertaining  his  pastor  at  dinner  and  his 
sons,  who  had  to  wait  until  their  elders  had  finished  got  into 
:ef.  At  the  end  of  the  meal,  their  father  excused  him- 
self for  a  moment  saying  he  had  to  "switch  some  empties." 

•  fessor,"    said    Mi..    Skylight.    "I    want   you    to   suggest 

a  course  in  life  for  me.     1   have  thought  of  journalism " 

"What  are  your  own  inclinations?" 

"Oh,  my  soul  yearns  and  throbs  and  pulsates  with  an  am- 
bition  to  give  the    world   a    life-work   that    shall    be  marvelous 
entrancing  in  the  vastncss  of  its  struc- 
tural  bea 

"Woman,  you're  born  to  be  a  milliner." 


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A  woman,  when  asked  her  husband's  occupation,  said  he  was 
a  mixologist.  The  city  directory  called  him  a  bartender. 

"A  good  turkey  dinner  and  mince  pie,"  said  a  well-known 
after-dinner  orator,  "always  puts  us  in  a  lethargic  mood — 
makes  us  feel,  in  fact,  like  the  natives  of  Nola  Chucky.  In 
Nola  Chucky  one  day  I  said  to  a  man: 

'"What  is  the  principal  occupation  of  this  town?' 
"  'Wall,  boss,'  the  man  answered,  yawning,   'in  winter   they 
mostly  sets  on  the  east  side  of  the  house  and   follers  the  sun 
around  to  the  west,  and  in  summer  they  sets  on  the  west  side 
and  follers  the  shade  around  to  the  east.'  " 

JONES — "How'd  this  happen?  The  last  time  I  was  here  you 
were  running  a  fish-market,  and  now  you've  got  a  cheese- 
shop." 

SMITH — "Yes.  Well,  you  see  the  doctor  said  I  needed  a 
change  of  air." 

The  ugliest  of  trades  have  their  moments  of  pleasure.  Now, 
if  I  were  a  grave-digger,  or  even  a  hangman,  there  are  some 
people  I  could  work  for  with  a  great  deal  of  enjoyment. 

— Douglas  Jerrold. 

OCEAN 

A  resident  of  Nahant  tells  this  one  on  a  new  servant  his 
wife  took  down  from  Boston. 

"Did  you  sleep  well,  Mary?"  the  girl  was  asked  the  fol- 
lowing morning. 

"Sure,  I  did  not,  ma'am,"  was  the  reply;  "the  snorin'  of 
the  ocean  kept  me  awake  all  night." 

Love  the    sea?     I   dote  upon  it— from  the  beach. 

— Douglas  Jerrold. 

I  never  was  on  the  dull,  tame  shore, 

But    I   loved   the   great   sea  more   and    more. 

— Barry    Cornwall. 


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OFFICE  BOYS 

"Have  you  had  any    experience  as  an  office-boy?" 
"1    should    say    1    had,    mister:    why,    I'm    a   dummy   director 
in   three  mining-companies  now." 


OFFICE-SEEKERS 

A  gentleman,  not  at  all  wealthy,  who  had  at  one  time 
represented  in  Congress,  through  a  couple  of  terms,  a  dis- 
trict not  far  from  the  national  capitol,  moved  to  California 
where  in  a  year  or  so  he  rose  to  be  sufficiently  prominent  to 
become  a  congressional  subject,  and  he  was  visited  by  the  cen- 
tral committee  of  his  district  to  be  talked  to. 

•  \\'e  want  you,"  said  the  spokesman,  "to  accept  the  nomi- 
nation for  Congress." 

"I   can't   do   it,   gentlemen,"   he   responded   promptly. 
u   must,"  the  spokesman  demanded. 

"But  I  can't,"  he  insisted.     "I'm  too  poor." 

"Oh,  that  will  be  all  right;  we've  got  plenty  of  money  for 
the  campaign." 

"But  that  is  nothing,"  contended  the  gentleman ;  "it's  the 
expense  in  Washington.  I've  been  there,  and  know  all  about 
it." 

"Well  you  didn't  lose  by  it,  and  it  doesn't  cost  any  more 
because  you  come  from  California." 

The   gentleman    became    very    earnest. 

"Doesn't  it?"  he  exclaimed  in  a  business-like  tone.  "Why 
my  dear  sirs,  I  used  to  have  to  send  home  every  month  about 
half  a  dozen  busted  office-seeker  constituents,  and  the  fare 
was  only  $3  apiece,  and  I  could  stand  it,  but  it  would  cost 
me  over  $100  a  head  to  send  them  out  here,  and  I'm  no  mil- 
lionaire; therefore,  as  much  <t  it.  I  must  insist  on 
declir 

"On  a  trip  to  Washin  ml  Col.   W.  F.  Cody,  "I  had 

for  a  companion  Sousa,  tlic  band  leader.  We  had  berths  op- 
posite each  other.  Early  one  morning  as  we  approached  the 
capital  I  thought  I  w<ml<l  have  a  little  fun  I  got  a  morning 
and,  after  rustling  it  a  few  minutes.  I  said  to  Sousa: 


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"  'That's  the  greatest  order   Cleveland  has  just   issued !' 

"'What's  that?'  came  from  the  opposite  berth. 

"  'Why,  he's  ordered  all  the  office-seekers  rounded  up  at  the 
depot  and  sent  home.' 

"You  should  have  seen  the  general  consternation  that  en- 
sued. From  almost  every  berth  on  the  car  a  head  came  out 
from  between  the  curtains,  and  with  one  accord  nearly  every 
man  shouted : 

"'What's    that?'" 

OLD  AGE 
See  Age. 

OLD  MASTERS 
See  Paintings. 

ONIONS 

Can   the    Burbanks    of    the    glorious    West 

Either  make  or  buy  or  sell 
An  onion  with  an  onion's  taste 

But  with  a  violet's  smell? 

SHE — "They  say  that  an  apple  a  day  will  keep  the  doctor 
away." 

HE — "Why  stop  there?  An  onion  a  day  will  keep  everybody 
away." 

OPERA 

"Which  do  you  consider  the  most  melodious  Wagnerian 
opera?"  asked  Mrs.  Cumrox. 

"There  are  several  I  haven't  heard,  aren't  there?"  rejoined 
her  husband. 

"Yes." 

"Then  I  guess  it's  one  of  them." 

OPPORTUNITY 

Many  a  man  creates  his  own  lack  of  opportunities. — Life. 


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Who  seeks,  and  will  not  take  when  once  'tis  offer'd, 
Shall  never  find  it  more. 

— Shakespeare. 

In  life's  small  things  be  resolute  and  great 

To   keep   thy   muscles    trained;   know'st    thou    when    fate 

Thy  measure  takes?  or  when   she'll  say  to  thee, 

"I   find  thee  worthy,  do  this  thing   for  me!" 

— Emerson. 

OPTIMISM 
Optimism  is  Worry  on  a  spree. — Judge. 

An  optimist  is  a  man  who  doesn't  care  what  happens  just 
so  it  doesn't  happen  to  him. 

An  optimist  is  the  fellow  who  doesn't  know  what's  coming 
to  him.—/.  /.  O'Connell 

An  optimist  is  a  woman  who  thinks  that  everything  is  for 
the  best,  and  that  she  is  the  best. — Judge. 

\  political  optimist  is  a  fellow  who  can  make  sweet,  pink 
lemonade  out  of  the  bitter  yellow  fruit  which  his  opponents 
hand  him. 

Mayor  William  S.  Jordan,  at  a  Democratic  banquet  in  Jack- 
sonville, said  of  optimism : 

us    cultivate    optimism    and    hopefulness.         There    is 
nothing  like   it.     The  optimistic  man  can  see  a  bright  side   to 

thing— «v< 

"A  missionary  in  a  slum  once  laid  his  hand  on  a  man's 
shoulder  and  said  : 

iend,   do  you   hear   the   solemn    ticking   of   that   clock? 
•.irk:   tick-tack.    And    oh,    friend,   do  you   know   what   day 
it   inexorably   and   relentlessly  brings  nearer?' 

the    other,    an    honest,    optimistic    work- 
in,    replied." 


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\    Scotsman    \\lio    has    a    keen    appreciation    of    the 
characteristics    of    his    countrymen    delights    in    the    story    of    a 
druggist   known    both    for    his    thrift    and    his    philosophy. 

Once  he  was  aroused  from  a  deep  sleep  by  the  ringing  of 
his  night  bell.  He  went  down  to  his  little  shop  and  sold  a 
dose  of  rather  nauseous  medicine  to  a  distressed  customer. 

"What  profit  do  you  make  out  o'  that?"  grumbled  his  wife. 

"A  ha'penny,"   was  the  cheerful  answer. 

"And  for  that  bit  of  money  you'll  lie  awake  maybe  an 
hour,"  she  said  impatiently. 

"Never  grumble  o'er  that,  woman,"  was  his  placid  answer. 
"The  dose  will  keep  him  awake  all  night.  We  must  thank 
heaven  we  ha'  the  profit  and  none  o'  the  pain  o'  this  trans- 
action." 

A  German  shoemaker  left  the  gas  turned  on  in  his  shop  one 
night  and  upon  arriving  in  the  morning  struck  a  match  to  light 
it. 

There  was  a  terrific  explosion,  and  the  shoemaker  was 
blown  out  through  the  door  almost  to  the  middle  of  the  street. 

A  passer-by  rushed  to  his  assistance,  and,  after  helping  him 
to  rise,  inquired  if  he  was  injured. 

The  little  German  gazed  at  his  place  of  business,  which 
was  now  burning  quite  briskly,  and  said: 

"No,  I  ain't  hurt.     But  I  got  out  shust  in  time,  eh?" 

My  own  hope  is,  a  sun  will  pierce 

The  thickest  cloud   earth   ever  stretched ; ' 

That,  after  Last,  returns  the  First, 

Tho'  a  wide  compass  round  be  fetched ; 

That  what  began  best,  can't  prove   worst, 

Nor    what    God   blessed    once,    prove   accursed. 

— Broivning. 

ORATORS 

It  is  narrated  that  Colonel  Breckenridge,  meeting  Majah 
Buffo'd  on  the  streets  of  Lexington  one  day  asked;  "What's  the 
meaning,  suh,  of  the  conco's  befor'  the  co't  house?" 


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To  which  the  majah  replied  : 

u-ral    Ihickneh    is   making  a   speech.     General    Buckneh, 
suh,  is  a  bo'n  oratali." 

"\\'hat  do  you  mean  by  bo'n  oratali?" 

It  you  or  I,  suh,  were  asked  how  much  two  and  two  make, 
>tild  reply  'foh.'  When  this  is  asked  of  a  bo'n  oratah. 
he  replies  :  'When  in  the  co'se  of  human  events  it  becomes 
necessary  to  take  an  integah  of  the  second  denomination  and 
add  it,  suh,  to  an  integah  of  the  same  denomination,  the  re- 
sult. suh—  and  I  have  the  science  of  mathematics  to  back  me 
up  in  my  judgment  —  the  result,  suh,  and  I  say  it  without  feah 
of  successful  contradiction,  suh  —  the  result  is  foV  That's  a 
bo'n  oratah." 

When   Demosthenes    was   asked   what   was  the  first  part  of 
Oratory.  he   answered,  "Action,"  and   which   was  the  second,  he 
replied.    "Action,"   and    which    was   the   third,    he   still  an- 
—  Plutarch. 


OUTDOOR   LIFE 

day,    in    the    spring    of    '74,    Cap    Smith's    freight    outfit 

pulled    into    Helena.    Montana.      After    unloading    the    freight. 

mle-skinners,"    to   a   man.    repaired    to    the    Combination 

(iambling    House    and    proceeded    to    load    themselves.      Late    in 

the  afternoon,  Zeb  White,   Smith's  oldest  skinner,   having  ex- 

•  1  all  of  his  hard  coin  for  liquid  refreshment,  zigzagged 

into   the   corral,    crawled    under    a    wagon,    and    went   to    sleep. 

After  supper.    Smith,   making  his  nightly  rounds,   happened  on 

the  -leeping  Zeb. 

"Kinder  chilly,  ain't  it?"  he  asked,  after  earnestly  prodding 
Zeb  with  a  convenient   stick. 

"I   reckon   'tis."   Ze1>   <ln.  \\-ily   mumbled. 
"Ain't  yer  'fraid  ye'll  freeze?" 

cold,  ain't  it?    Say,  Cap,  jest  throw  on  another  wagon, 
will  ycr?" 

PAINTING 
See  Art. 


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PAINTINGS 

She  had  engaged  a  maid  recently  from  the  country,  and 
was  now  employed  in  showing  her  newly  acquired  treasure 
over  the  house  and  enlightening  her  in  regard  to  various  du- 
ties, etc.  At  last  they  reached  the  best  room.  "These,"  said 
the  mistress  of  the  house,  pausing  before  an  extensive  row 
of  masculine  portraits,  "are  very  valuable,  and  you  must  be 
very  careful  when  dusting.  They  are  old  masters."  Alan's 
jaw  dropped,  and  a  look  of  intense  wonder  overspread  her  ru- 
bicund face. 

"Lor',  mum,"  she  gasped,  gazing  with  bulging  eyes  on  the 
face  of  her  new  employer,  "lor',  mum,  who'd  ever  'ave  thought 
you'd  been  married  all  these  times!" 

A    picture   is   a   poem    without   words. — Cornificus. 

PANICS 

One  night  at  a  theatre  some  scenery  took  fire,  and  a  very 
perceptible  odor  of  burning  alarmed  the  spectators.  A  panic 
seemed  to  be  imminent,  when  an  actor  appeared  on  the  stage. 

"Ladies  and  gentlemen,"  he  said,  "compose  yourselves.  There 
is  no  danger." 

The  audience  did  not  seem  reassured. 

"Ladies  and  gentlemen,"  continued  the  comedian,  rising  to 
the  necessity  of  the  occasion,  "confound  it  all — do  you  think 
if  there  was  any  danger  I'd  be  here?" 

The  panic  collapsed. 

PARENTS 

William,  aged  five,  had  been  reprimanded  by  his  father  for  inter- 
rupting while  his  father  was  telling  his  mother  about  the  new 
telephone  for  their  house.  He  sulked  awhile,  then  went  over 
to  his  mother,  and,  patting  her  on  the  cheeks,  said,  "Mother 
dear,  I  love  you." 

"Don't  you  love  me  too?"  asked  his  father. 

Without  glancing  at  him,  William  said  disdainfully,  "The 
wire's  busy." 


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"What  does  your  mother  say  when  you  tell  her  those  dread- 
ful lies?" 

"She  says  I  take  after  father." 

A  little  lad  was  desperately  ill,  but  refused  to  take  the 
medicine  the  doctor  had  left.  At  last  his  mother  gave  him 
up. 

"Oh,   my   boy    will    die;    my   boy    will   die,"   she   sobbed. 

But  a  voice  spoke  from  the  bed,  "Don't  cry,  mother.  Fa- 
ther'll  be  home  soon  and  he'll  make  me  take  it." 

Mrs.  White  was  undoubtedly  the  disciplinarian  of  the  family. 
The  master  of  the  house,  a  professor,  and  consequently  a 
\ery  busy  man,  was  regarded  by  the  children  as  one  of  them- 
selves, subject  to  the  laws  of  "Mother." 

Mrs.  White  had  been  ill  for  some  weeks  and  although  the 
father  felt  that  the  children  were  showing  evidence  of  running 
wild,  he  seemed  powerless  to  correct  the  fault.  One  evening 
at  dinner,  however,  he  felt  obliged  to  reprimand  Marion  se- 
verely. 

irion,"   he   said,   sternly,   "stop   that  at   once,    or   I    shall 
lake   you   from   the  table  and   punish   you   soundly." 

lie  experienced  a  feeling  of  profound  satisfaction  in  being 
able  to  thus  reprove  when  it  was  necessary  and  glanced  a- 
cross  the  table  expecting  to  see  a  very  demure  little  miss. 
•!.  Marion  and  her  little  brother  exchanged  glances  and 
then  simultaneously  a  grin  overspread  their  faces,  while  Marion 
-aid  in  a  mirthful  tone: 

"Oh,   Francis,   hear   father  trying  to   talk   like   mother!" 

Robert  has  lately  acquired  a  stepmother.  Hoping  to  win 
his  affection  this  new  parent  ha-  lieen  very  lenient  with  him, 
while  his  father,  feeling  hi-  :!iiy.  hat  been  unusually 

strict.     The   boys   of    the    iu-iKlil>orh<><nl.    who   had   taken   pains 
rn    Robert   of    the   terrible  ;i»thcrs    in 

general,   recently   waited  on  him   in  a   body,   and  the  following 
conversation    was  overheard  : 

v  do  you  like  your  stepmother,  Bob?" 

"Like   her!    Why    ;  All    I    wish   is   I 

had  a  stepfather,  too." 


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"Well,  Bobby,  what  do  you  want  to  be  when  you  grow  up?" 
BOBBY    (remembering    private    seance    in    the    wood-shed)  — 
"A  orphan." 

Little  Eleanor's  mother  was  an  American,  while  her  father 
was  a  German. 

One  day,  after  Eleanor  had  been  subjected  to  rather  severe 
disciplinary  measures  at  the  hands  of  her  father,  she  called  her 
mother  into  another  room,  closed  the  door  significantly,  and 
said :  "Mother,  I  don't  want  to  meddle  in  your  business,  but 
I  wish  you'd  send  that  husband  of  yours  back  to  Germany." 

The  lawyer  was  sitting  at  his  desk  absorbed  in  the  prepara- 
tion of  a  brief.  So  bent  was  he  on  his  work  that  he  did  not 
hear  the  door  as  it  was  pushed  gently  open,  nor  see  the  curly 
head  that  was  thrust  into  his  office.  A  little  sob  attracted  his 
notice,  and,  turning,  he  saw  a  face  that  was  streaked  with  tears 
and  told  plainly  that  feelings  had  been  hurt. 

"Well,  my  little  man,  did  you  want  to  see  me?" 

"Are  you  a  lawyer?" 

"Yes.     What   do   you    want?" 

"I  want" — and  there  was  resolute  ring  in  his  voice — "I 
want  a  divorce  from  my  papa  and  mama." 

PARROTS 

Pat  had  but  a  limited  knowledge  of  the  bird  kingdom.  One 
day,  walking  down  the  street,  he  noticed  a  green  bird  in  a 
cage,  talking  and  singing.  Thinking  to  pet  it  he  stroked  its 
head.  The  bird  turned  quickly,  screaming,  "Hello!  What  do 
you  want?"  Pat  shied  off  like  a  frightened  horse,  lifting  his 
hat  and  bowing  politely  as  he  stuttered  out :  "Ex-excuse  me 
s-sir,  I  thought  you  was  a  burrd !" 

PARTNERSHIP 

A  West  Virginia  darky,  a  blacksmith,  recently  announced 
a  change  in  his  business  as  follows:  "Notice — De  co-pardner- 
ship  heretofore  resisting  between  me  and  Mose  Skinner  is  here- 
by resolved.  Dem  what  owe  de  firm  will  settle  wid  me,  and 
dem  what  de  firm  owes  will  settle  wid  Mose." 


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PASSWORDS 

"1  want  to  change  my  password,"  said  the  man  who  had 
for  two  years  rented  a  safety-deposit  box. 

"Very  well,"  replied  the  man  in  charge.     "What  is  the  old 

"Gladys." 

i   what  do  you  wish  the  new  one  to  be?" 
"Mabel.     Gladys  has  gone   to  Reno." 

Senator  Tillman  not  long  ago  piloted  a  plain  farmer-consti- 
tuent around  the  Capitol  for  a  while,  and  then,  having  some 
work  to  do  on  the  floor,  conducted  him  to  the  Senate  gallery. 

After  an  hour  or  so  the  visitor,  approached  a  gallery  door- 
keeper and  said:  "Aly  name  is  Swate.  I  am  a  friend  of  Senator 
Tillman.  He  brought  me  here  and  I  want  to  go  out  and  look 
around  a  bit.  I  thought  I  would  tell  you  so  I  can  get  back 
in." 

"That's  all  right,"  said  the  doorkeeper,  "but  I  may  not  be 
here  when  y«»u  re-turn.  In  order  to  prevent  any  mistake  I 
will  give  you  the  password  so  you  can  get  your  seat  again." 

rather  popped  out  at  this.  "What's  the  word?" 
he  asked. 

"Idiosyncrasy." 

rasy." 
"I   guess   I'll   stay  in."   said   Swatc. 

PATIEN 

very  impatient   l;u< 

the  matter  with  him?" 

tired  \\.iitu  hancc  to  get  out  where 

after  hour  waiting  for  a  fish  to  nibble 
at  bis  bait." 

PATKI<  i  I  !SM 

(  lord. .11.    tin-    '  mmaudi  :•>    tell 

•  Mowing   *t«  ry  :    lie    \\a-    sittin-.:    by    the    n>.i  <•   blaz- 


3  _M  TO.-ISTER'S     HANDBOOK 

ing  hot  day  when  a  dilapidated  soldier,  his  clothing  in  rags, 
a  shoe  lacking,  his  head  bandaged,  and  his  arm  in  a  sling,  passed 
him.  He  was  soliloquizing  in  this  manner: 

"I  love  my  country.  I'd  fight  for  my  country.  I'd  starve 
and  go  thirsty  for  my  country.  I'd  die  for  my  country.  But 
if  ever  this  damn  war  is  over  I'll  never  love  another  coun- 
try !" 

A  snobbish  young  Englishman  visiting  Washington's  home 
at  Mount  Vernon  was  so  patronizing  as  to  arouse  the  wrath 
of  guards  and  caretakers ;  but  it  remained  for  "Shep"  Wright, 
an  aged  gardener  and  one  of  the  first  scouts  of  the  Confed- 
erate army,  to  settle  the  gentleman.  Approaching  "Shep,"  the 
Englishman  said : 

"Ah — er — my  man,  the  hedge!  Yes,  I  see,  George  got  this 
hedge  from  dear  old  England." 

"Reckon  he  did,"  replied  "Shep."  "He  got  this  whole  bloom- 
ing country  from  England." 

Speaking  of  the  policy  of  the  Government  of  the  United 
States  with  respect  to  its  troublesome  neighbors  in  Central  and 
South  America,  "Uncle  Joe''  Cannon  told  of  a  Missouri  con- 
gressman who  is  decidedly  opposed  to  any  interference  in  this 
regard  by  our  country.  It  seems  that  this  spring  the  Missourian 
met  an  Englishman  at  Washington  with  whom  he  conversed 
touching  affairs  in  the  localities  mentioned.  The  westerner  as- 
serted his  usual  views  with  considerable  forcefuliu'ss,  winding 
up  with  this  observation: 

"The  whole  trouble  is  that  we  Americans  need  a  -  -  good 
licking !" 

"You  do,  indeed !"  promptly  asserted  the  Britisher,  as  if 
pleased  by  the  admission.  But  his  exultation  was  of  brief  du- 
ration, for  the  Missouri  man  immediately  concluded  with : 

"But  there  ain't  nobody  can  do  it !" 

A  number  of  Confederate  prisoners,  during  the  Civil  War, 
were  detained  at  one  of  the  western'  military  posts  under  con- 
ditions much  less  unpleasant  than  those  to  be  found  in  the  or- 
dinary military  prison.  Most  of  them  appreciated  their  com- 
paratively good  fortune.  One  young  fellow,  though,  could  not 


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be  reconciled  to  association  with  Yankees  under  any  circum- 
stances, and  took  advantage  of  every  opportunity  to  express 
his  feelings.  He  was  continually  rubbing  it  in  about  the  bat- 
tle of  Chickamauga,  which  had  just  been  fought  with  such 
trous  r«.  >ults  for  the  Union  forces. 

"Maybe  we  didn't  eat  you  up  at  Chickamauga!"  was  the 
way  he  generally  greeted  a  bluecoat. 

The  Union  men,  when  they  could  stand  it  no  longer,  reported 
the  matter  to  General  Grant.  Grant  summoned  the  prisoner. 

"See  here,"  said  Grant,  "I  understand  that  you  are  continual- 
ly insulting  the  men  here  with  reference  to  the  battle  of  Chick- 
amauga. They  have  borne  with  you  long  enough,  and  I'm 
going  to  give  you  your  choice  of  two  things.  You  will  either 
take  the  oath  of  allegiance  to  the  United  States,  or  be  sent 
to  a  Northern  prison.  Choose." 

The  prisoner  was  silent  for  some  time.  "Well."  he  said  at 
last,  in  a  resigned  tone,  "I  reckon,  General,  I'll  take  the  oath." 

The  oath  was  duly  administered.  Turning  to  Grant,  the 
fellow  then  asked,  very  penitently,  if  he  might  speak. 

"Yes,"  said   the  general,   indifferently.     "What   is  it?" 

"Why,  I  was  just  thinkin',  General,"  he  drawled,  "they 
certainly  did  give  us  hell  at  Chickamauga." 

Historical  controversies  are  creeping  into  the  schools.   In   a 
•rk  public  institution  attended  by  many  races,  during  an 
examination    in    history    the    teacher    asked    a    little    chap    who 
discovered  America. 

He  was  evidently  thrown  into  a  panic  and  hesitated,  much 
to  the  teacher's  surprise,  to  make  any  reply. 

'•<  >h.  please,  ma'am."  lie  finally  stammered,  "ask  me  some- 
thin'  else." 

n-:i          Why  should   I  do  that?" 

fellers  was  talkin'   'bout   it   yesterday."   replied   Jinimy. 

!    l>y    an    Irir-h    saint.      Olaf, 

•n  Norway,  and  Giovanni  said  it  was 

Columbus,  an*  if  you'.  \liat   happened  you  wouldn't  ask 

a  little  feller  like  i 

Our  country!   When    ri.yht    t«»  IK  it;    \vhert   wrong  to 

Carl  Schurg. 


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Our  country  !  In  her  intercourse  with  foreign  nations,  may 
she  always  be  in  the  right  ;  but  our  country,  right  or  wrong. 

—  Stephen  Decatur. 

There  are  no  points  of  the  compass  on  the  chart  of  true 
patriotism.  —  Robert  C.  Winthrop. 

Patriotic  exercises  and  flag  worship  will  avail  nothing  un- 
less the  state's  give  to  their  people  of  the  kind  of  government 
that  arouses  patriotism.  —  Franklin  Pierce  II. 

PENSIONS 

WILLIS  —  "I  wonder  if  there  will  ever  be  universal  peace." 
GILLIS—  "Sure.     All  they've  got  to  do   is  to  get  the  nations 
to  agree   that  in  case  of  war   the  winner  pays   the  pensions." 

—  Puck. 

"Why  was  it  you  never  married  again,  Aunt  Sallie?"  in- 
quired Mrs.  McClane  of  an  old  colored  woman  in  West  Vir- 
ginia. 

"'Deed,  Miss  Ellie,"  replied  the  old  woman  earnestly,  "dat 
daid  nigger's  wuth  moah  to  me  dan  a  live  one.  I  gits  a  pen- 
sion." —  Edith  Hoivell  Armor. 

If  England  had  a  system  of  pensions  like  ours,  we  should 
see  that  "all  that  was  left  of  the  Noble  Six  Hundred"  was 
six  thousand  pensioners. 

PESSIMISM 
A  pessimist  is  a  man  who  lives  with  an  optimist.  —  Francis 


How  happy  are  the  Pessimists! 

A  bliss  without  alloy 
Is  theirs  when  they  have  proved  to  us 

There's  no  such  thing  as  joy  ! 

—  Harold  Susiuan. 


T  O  A  S  T  I-  K  '  S     II  .1  \  H  BOO  K  .<j; 

A  pessimist  is  OIK-   who,  of  two  evils,  chooses  them  both. 

"1  had  a  mighty  queer  .surprise  this  morning,"  remarked 
a  local  stock  hroker.  "I  put  on  my  last  summer's  thin  suit 
on  account  of  this  extraordinary  hot  weather,  and  in  one  of 
the  trousers  pockets  I  found  a  big  roll  of  bills  which  I  had 
entirely  forgotten." 

"\\cre  any  of  them   receipted?"  asked  a  pessimist. 

To  tell  men  that  they  cannot  help  themselves  is  to  fling 
tlu-in  into  recklessness  and  despair. — Froude. 


With  earth's  first  clay  they  did  the  last  man  knead, 
And  there  of  the  last  harvest  sowed  the  seed: 
And  the  first  morning  of  creation  wrote 
What  the  last  dawn  of   reckoning  shall   read. 

Yesterday  this  day's  madness  did  prepare; 
Tomorrow's  silence,  triumph,  or  despair. 
I  )rink  !    For  you  know  not  whence  you  came,  nor  why  ; 
'Drink !     For  you  know  not  why  you  go,  nor  where. 

— Omar  Khayyam. 

PHILADELPHIA 

A  S;  ml  nrm,  when  the  mosquitoes  began  to  get  busy 

in  the  borough  across  the  bay,  has  been  in  the  habit  every  sum- 
mer of  transplanting  his  family  to  the  Delaware  Water  Gap 
for  a  :  '  s.  They  wen  n^  their  plans  the  Other 

.vhen    the    oldest    boy,    aged    eight,    looked    up    from    his 
geography  and   said  : 

.    Philadelphia   is   on   the    Delaware   River,    isn't    it?" 

Pop  replied   that   such   was   the 

"I  wonder  if  that's  what  makes  the  Delaware  Water  Gap?" 
insinuatrd  the  youngster. — 5".  S.  Stinson. 

Among   the  gl  in   NTcw   Yorl 

a   bright    Phi!.:  irl. 


328  TOASTER'S     HANDBOOK 

"These  are  snails,"  said  a  gentleman  next  to  her,  when  the 
dainty  was  served.  "I  suppose  Philadelphia  people  don't  eat 
them  for  fear  of  cannibalism." 

"Oh,  no,"  was  her  instant  reply ;  "it  isfi't  that.  We  couldn't 
catch  them." 

PHILANTHROPISTS 

Little  grains  of  short  weight, 

Little  crooked  twists, 
Fill  the  land  with  magnates 

And  philanthropists. 

See  also  Charity. 

PHILOSOPHY 

Philosophy  is  finding  out  how  many  things  there  are  in  the 
world  which  you  can't  have  if  you  want  them,  and  don't  want 
if  you  can  have  them. — Puck. 

PHYSICIANS  AND  SURGEONS 

The  eight-year-old  son  of  a  Baltimore  physician,  together 
with  a  friend,  was  playing  in  his  father's  office,  during  the 
absence  of  the  doctor,  when  suddenly  the  first  lad  threw  open 
a  closet  door  and  disclosed  to  the  terrified  gaze  of  his  little 
friend  an  articulated  skeleton. 

When  the  visitor  had  sufficiently  recovered  from  his  shock 
to  stand  the  announcement  the  doctor's  son  explained  that  his 
father  was  extremely  proud  of  that  skeleton. 

"Is  he?"  asked  the  other.  "Why?" 

"I  don't  know,"  was  the  answer;  "maybe  it  was  his  first 
patient." 

The  doctor  stood  by  the  bedside,  and  looked  gravely  down 
at  the  sick  man. 

"I  can  not  hide  from  you  the  fact  that  you  are  very  ill," 
he  said.  "Is  there  any  one  you  would  like  to  see?" 

"Yes,"  said  the  sufferer  faintly. 

"Who  is  it?" 

"Another  doctor." — Judge. 


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"Doctor,  I'  want  you  to  look  after  my  office  while  I'm  on 
vacation." 

"Hut   I've  just  graduated,  doctor.     Have  had  no  experience." 
"That's  all   right,   my   hoy.      My   practice   is   strictly   fashion- 
able.    Tell  the  men  to  play  golf  and  ship  the  lady  patients  off 
to   Europe." 

An  old  darky  once  lay  seriously  ill  of  fever  and  was  treated 
for  a  long  time  by  one  doctor,  and  then  another  doctor,  for 
some  reason,  came  and  took  the  first  one's  place.  The  sec- 
ond physician  made  a  thorough  examination  of  the  patient. 
At  the  end  he  said,  "Did  the  other  doctor  take  your  temper- 
ature 

"Ah  dunno,  sah,"  the  patient  answered.  "Ah  hain't  missed 
nuthin'  so  far  but  mah  watch." 

There  had  been  an  epidemic  of  colds  in  the  town,  and  one 
physician  who  had  had  scarcely  any  sleep  for  two  days  called 
upon  a  patient — an  Irishman — who  was  suffering  from 
pneumonia,  and  as  he  leaned  over  to  hear  the  patient's  respira- 
tion he  called  upon  Pat  to  count. 

The  doctor  was  so  fatigued  that  he  fell  asleep,  with  his 
ear  on  the  sick  man's  chest.  It  seemed  but  a  minute  when  he 
suddenly  awoke  to  hear  Pat  still  counting:  "Tin  thousand  an' 
sivinty-six,  tin  thousand  an'  sivinty-sivin " 

FIRST  DOCTOR — "I  operated  on  him  for  appendicitis." 
SECOND   DOCTOR— "\\hat    was    the    matter   with   him?"— Life. 

I'.vrn  NT—  "I  was  suffering  so  much,  doctor,  that 
I    wanted   to   die." 

DOCTOR — "You  did  right  to  call   me  in,  dear  lady." 

-"What  did  you  operate  on  that  man  for?" 
N — "Two  hundred  dolla 
—"I  mean  what  did  he  have?" 
N— "Two  hundred   doll. 

The    tlin  in    in.  .lira!    tuatim-m  ill;   COm- 

p.irati\r.    pill  ;    sup-  ''ill. 


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"What  caused  the  coolness  between  you  and  that  young 
doctor?  I  thought  you  were  engaged." 

"His  writing  is  rather  illegible.  He  sent  me  a  note  calling 
for  10,000  kisses." 

"Well?" 

"I  thought  it  was  a  prescription,  and  took  it  to  the  drug- 
gist to  be  filled." 

A  tourist  while  traveling  in  the  north  of  Scotland,  far  away 
from  anywhere,  exclaimed  to  one  of  the  natives :  "Why,  what 
do  you  do  when  any  of  you  are  ill?  You  can  never  get  a 
doctor." 

"Nae,  sir,"  replied  Sandy.  "We've  jist  to  dee  a  naitural 
death." 

When  the  physician  gives  you  medicine  and  tells  you  to 
take  it,  you  take  it.  "Yours  not  to  reason  why;  yours  but 
to  do  and  die." 

Physicians,  of  all  men,  are  most  happy :  whatever  good  suc- 
cess soever  they  have,  the  world  proclaimeth ;  and  what  faults 
they  commit,  the  earth  covereth. — Quarles. 

This   is   the   way   that  physicians   mend   or   end   us, 
Secundum  artem :  but  although  we  sneer 
In  health — when  ill,  we  call  them  to  attend  us, 
Without   the   least   propensity   to    jeer. 

— Byron. 

See  also  Bills. 

PICKPOCKETS 


See  Thieves;  Wives. 


PINS 


"Oh,  dear!"  sighed  the  wife  as  she  was  dressing  for  a  din- 
ner-party, "I  can't  find  a  pin  anywhere.  I  wonder  where  all 
the  pins  go  to,  anyway?" 


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"That'.-  a  difficult  question  to  answer,"   replied  her  husband, 
arc  always  pointed   in  one  direction   and  headed 
in  another." 


PITTSBURG 

\v  about  that  airship?" 
"It  went  up  in  smoke." 
"Burned,  eh?" 
"Oh,    no.     Made  an   ascension   at    Pittsburg. 


SKVIIOI  (,H — "\Vhy  have  you  put  that  vacuum  cleaner  in  front 

r  airship?" 

KI.UIDI  i  K,H — "To  clear  a  path.     I   have  an   engagement   to 
sail  over  Pittsburg." 


A  man  just  back  from  South  America  was  describing  a 
volcanic  disturbance. 

"I   was  smoking  a  cigar  before  the  door  of  my  hotel,"  said 

hen  I   was  startled  by  a  rather  violent  earthquake.     The 

t  the  sun   was   obscured   and   darkness   settled  over 

the  city.     Looking   in    the   direction   of   the   distant   volcano,    I 

saw  heavy  clouds  of  smoke  rolling  from  it,  with  an  occasional 

tongue  of  flame  flashing  against  the  dark  sky. 

"Some  of  the  natives  about  me  were  on  their  knees  pray- 
ing; others  darted  aimlessly  about,  crazed  with  terror  and 
shouting  for  mercy.  The  landlord  of  the  hotel  rushed  out 
and  seized  me  by  the  arm. 

o  the  harbor!'  he  cried  in  my  ear. 

"Together  we  hurried  down  the  narrow  street.  As  we  panted 
along,  the  dark  smoke  whirled  in  our  faces,  and  a  dangerous 
shower  of  red-hot  cinde:  it  us.  Do  you  know,  I 

don't  believe  I  was  ever  so  home-irk  in  all  my  lit 

•tnesick?"  gasped  the  listener.  "Homesick  at   a   time  like 

"Sure.     I  live  in  Pittsburg,  you  know." 


332  TOASTER'S     HANDBOOK 

PLAY 

The  mother  heard  a  great  commotion,  as  of  cyclones  mixed 
up  with  battering-ranis,  and  she  hurried  upstairs  to  discover 
what  was  the  matter.  There  she  found  Tommic  sitting  in  the 
middle  of  the  floor  with  a  broad  smile  on  his  face. 

"Oh,  Mama,"  said  he  delightedly,  "I've  locked  Grandpa  and 
Uncle  George  in  the  cupboard,  and  when  they  get  a  little 
angrier  I  am  going  t6  play  Daniel  in  the  lion's  den." 

PLEASURE 

BILLY— "Huh!   I  bet  you   didn't  have  a  good  time  at  your 
birthday  party  yesterday." 
WILLIE— "I  bet  I  did." 
BILLY — "Then   why  ain't  you  sick  today?" 

Winnie  had  been  very  naughty,  and  her  mamma  said :  "Don't 
you  know  you  will  never  go  to  Heaven  if  you  are  so  naughty?" 

After  thinking  a  moment  she  said:  "Oh,  well,  I  have  been 
to  the  circus  once  and  'Uncle  Tom's  Cabin'  twice.  I  can't 
expect  to  go  everywhere." 

In  Concord,  New  Hampshire,  they  tell  of  an  old  chap  who 
made  his  wife  keep  6  cash  account.  Each  week  he  would  go 
over  it,  growling  and  grumbling.  On  one  such  occasion  he 
Delivered  himself  of  the  following: 

"Look  here,  Sarah,  mustard-plasters,  fifty  cents;  three  teeth 
extracted,  two  dollars !  There's  two  dollars  and  a  half  in  one 
week  spent  for  your  own  private  pleasure.  Do  you  think  I 
am  made  of  money?" 

Here's  to  beauty,  wit  and  wine  and  to  a  full  stomach,  a 
full  purse  and  a  light  heart. 

A   dinner,   coffee   and   cigars, 

Of  friends,  a  half  a  score, 
Each    favorite    vintage    in    its    turn, — 

What  man  could  wish  for  more? 


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The    roses   of  pleasure   seldom   last   long   enough  to   adorn 

the   brow    of   him    who    plucks   them;    for    they    are  the    only 

roses  \vhich  do  not  retain  their  sweetness  after  they  have  lost 
their  beauty. — Hannah  More. 


See  also  Amusements. 


POETRY 


Poetry  is  a  gift  we  are  told,  but  most  editors  won't  take  it 
even  at  that. 

POETS 

EDITOR — "Have  you  submitted  this  poem  anywhere  else?" 

JOKESMITH — "Xo,   sir." 

EDITOR — "Then  where  did  you  get  that  black  eye?" — Satire. 

"Why  is  it,"  asked  the  persistent  poetess,  "that  you  always 
insist  that  we  write  on  one  side  of  the  paper  only?  Why 
not  on  both?" 

In  that  moment  the  editor  experienced  an  access  of  cour- 
age— courage  to  protest  against  the  accumulated  wrongs  of  his 
kind. 

"One  side  of  the  paper,  madame,"  he  made  answer,  "is  in 
the  nature  of  a  compromise." 

"A  compromise?" 

"A  compromise.  What  we  really  desire,  if  we  could  have 
our  way,  is  not  one,  or  both,  but  neither." 

Sir  Lewis   Morris  was  complaining  to   Oscar  Wilde  about 
the  neglect  of  his  poems  by  the  press.    "It  is  a  complete  con- 
v  of  silence  against   me,  a   conspiracy  of  silence.     What 
ought  I  to  do,  Oscar?"  "Join  it,"  replied  Wilde. 

God's    prophets    of    the    Beautiful, 
These  Poets  were. 

— E.  B.  Browning. 


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We  call  those  poets  who  are  first  to  mark 
Through  earth's  dull  mist  the  coming  of  the  dawn, — 
Who  see  in  twilight's  gloom  the  first  pale  spark, 
While  others  only  note  that  day  is  gone. 

-O.  W.  Holmes. 

.    POLICE 

A  man  who  was  "wanted"  in  Russia  had  been  photographed 
in  six  different  positions,  and  the  pictures  duly  circulated 
among  the  police  department.  A  few  days  later  the  chief  of 
police  wrote  to  headquarters :  "Sir,  I  have  duly  received  the 
portraits  of  the  six  miscreants.  I  have  arrested  five  of  them, 
and  the  sixth  will  be  secured  shortly. 

"I  had  a  message  from  the  Black  Hand,''  said  the  resident 
of  Graftburg.  "They  told  me  to  leave  $2,000  in  a  vacant  house 
in  a  certain  street."  . 

"Did  you  tell  the  police?" 

"Right  away." 

"What  did   they  do?" 

"They  said  that  while  I  was  about  it  I  might  leave  them 
a  couple  of  thousand  in  the  same  place." 

Recipe  for  a  policeman : 

To  a  quart  of  boiling  temper  add  a  pint  of  Irish  stew. 
Together  with  cracked  nuts,  long  beats  and  slugs; 
Serve  hot  with  mangled  citizens  who  ask  the  time  of  day — 
The   receipt   is   much   the   same   for    making   thugs. 

-Life. 

See  also  Servants. 

POLITENESS 
See  Courtesy ;  Etiquet. 

POLITICAL  PARTIES 

Zoo  SUPERINTENDENT — "What  was  all  the  rumpus  out  there 
this  morning?" 


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NHANT— "The  hull  tin  HIM:  and  the  elephant  were  fightiiiK 
over  their   feed." 
"What  happened?" 
"The  donkey  ate  it." — Life. 

POLITICIANS 
Politicians  always   belong  to   the  opposite  party. 

The  man  who  goes  into  politics  as  a  business  has  no  busi- 
ness to  go  into  politics. — Life. 

A  political  orator,  evidently  better  acquainted  with  west- 
ern geography  than  with  the  language  of  the  Greeks,  recently 
exclaimed  with  fervor  that  his  principles  should  prevail  "from 
Alpha  to  Omaha." 

POLITIC  IAN—  "Congratulate  me,  my  dear,  I've  won  the  nom- 
ination." 

His  \\IFK   (in  surprise) — "Honestly?" 

POLITICIAN — "Now  what  in  thunder  did  you  want  to  bring 
up  that  point  for?" 

"What  makes  you  think  the  baby  is  going  to  be  a  great  poli- 
tician?" asked  the  young  mother,  anxiously. 

"I'll  tell  you,"  answered  the  young  father,  confidently ;  "he 
can  say  more  things  that  sound  well  and  mean  nothing  at  all 
than  any  kid  I  ever  saw." 

"The  mere  proposal  to  set  the  politician  to  watch  the  cap- 
italist has  been  disturbed  by  the  rather  disconcerting  dis- 
covery that  they  arc  both  tlu-  -.urn-  man.  We  are  past  the 
point  whc:  i  r.ipit  :liM  is  the  only  way  of  becoming 

a  politician,  and  we  are  dangerously  near  the  point  where  be- 
politician  is  much  the  quickest   way  of  becoming  a  cap- 
t."— G.  K.  Chester; 

At  a  political   meeting  ilx  and  the  audience  were 

murh    annoyed   and    disturber]    by   a    man    who  constantly   called 
out:    "Mr      iltnry'     ll<  ;  y.     Henry!       I    call    for    Mr 


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Henry!"  After  several  interruptions  of  this  kind  during  each 
speech,  a  young  man  ascended  the  platform,  and  began  an 
eloquent  and  impassioned  speech  in  which  he  handled  the  is- 
sues of  the  day  with  easy  familiarity.  He  was  in  the  midst 
of  a  glowing  period  when  suddenly  the  old  cry  echoed  through 
the  hall:  "Mr.  Henry!  Henry,  Henry,  Henry!  I  call  for  Mr. 
Henry!"  With  a  word  to  the  speaker,  the  chairman  stepped 
to  the  front  of  the  platform  and  remarked  that  it  would  oblige 
the  audience  very  much  if  the  gentleman  in  the  rear  of  the 
hall  would  refrain  from  any  further  calls  for  Mr.  Henry,  as 
that  gentleman  was  then  addressing  the  meeting. 

"Mr.  Henry?  Is  that  Mr.  Henry?"  came  in  astonished  tones 
from  the  rear.  "Thunder!  that  can't  be  him.  Why,  that's 
the  young  man  that  asked  me  to  call  for  Mr.  Henry." 

A  political  speaker,  while  making  a  speech,  paused  in  the 
midst  of  it  and  exclaimed:  "Now  gentlemen,  what  do  you 
think?" 

A  man  rose  in  the  assembly,  and  with  one  eye  partially 
closed,  replied  modestly,  with  a  strong  Scotch  brogue :  "I  think, 
sir,  I  do,  indeed,  sir — I  think  if  yon  and  I  were  to  stump  the 
country  together  we  would  tell  more  lies  than  any  other  two 
men  in  the  country,  sir,  and  I'd  not  say  a  word  myself  during  tin- 
whole  time,  sir !" 

The  Rev.  Dr.  Biddell  tells  a  lively  story  about  a  Presbyte- 
rian minister  who  had  a  young  son,  a  lad  about  ten  years 
of  age.  He  was  endeavoring  to  bring  him  up  in  the  way  he 
should  go,  and  was  one  day  asked  by  a  friend  what  he  intended 
to  make  of  him.  In  reply  he  said: 

"I  am  watching  the  indications.  I  have  a  plan  which  1 
propose  trying  with  the  boy.  It  is  this :  I  am  going  to  place 
in  my  parlor  a  Bible,  an  apple  and  a  silver  dollar.  Then  I 
am  going 'to  leave  the  room  and  call  in  the  boy.  I  am  going 
to  watch  him  from  some  convenient  place  without  letting  him 
know  that  he  is  seen.  Then,  if  he  chooses  the  Bible,  I  shall  make 
a  preacher  of  him ;  if  he  takes  the  apple,  a  farmer  he  shall  be ; 
but  if  he  chooses  the  dollar,  I  will  make  him  a  business  man." 

The  plan  was  carried  out.  The  arrangements  were  made 
and  the  boy  called  in  from  his  play.  After  a  little  while  the 


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preacher  and  his  wife  softly  entered  the  room.  There  was 
the  youngster.  He  was  seated  on  the  Bihle,  in  one  hand  was 
the  apple,  from  which  he  was  just  taking  a  bite,  and  in  the 
other  he  clasped  the  silver  dollar.  The  good  man  turned  to 
his  consort.  "Wife,"  he  said,  "the  boy  is  a  hog.  I  shall  make  a 
politician  of  him." 

Senator  Mark  Hanna  was  walking  through  his  mill  one  day 
when  he  heard  a  boy  say : 

"I  wish  I  had  Hanna's  money  and  he  was  in  the  poorhouse." 

When  he  returned  to  the  office  the  senator  sent  for  the  lad, 
who  was  plainly  mystified  by  the  summons. 

"So  you  wish  you  had  my  money  and  I  was  in  the  poor- 
house,"  said  the  great  man  grimly.  "Now  supposing  you  had 
your  wish,  \\hat  would  you  do?'' 

"Well,"  said  the  boy  quickly,  his  droll  grin  showing  his 
appreciation  of  the  situation,  "I  guess  I'd  get  you  out  of  the 
poorhouse  the  first  thing." 

Mr.    Hanna  roared   with  laughter  and  dismissed  the  youth. 

"You  might  as  well  push  that  boy  along,"  he  said  to  one 
of  his  assistants ;  "he's  too  good  a  politician  to  be  kept  down." 

See  also  Candidates;   Public   Speakers. 


POLITICS 
Politics  consists  of  two  sides  and  a  fence. 

If  I  were  asked  to  define  politics  in  relation  to  the  British 
public,  I  should  define  it  as  a  spasm  of  pain  recurring  once 
in  every  four  or  five  years. — ./.  /..  IT.  Mason. 

LITTLE  CLARENCE   (who  has  an  inquiring  mind) — "Papa,  the 

Thieves " 

MR.   CALLIPERS — "Now,  my  son,  you  are  too  young  to  talk 

ny    a   man."    remarked    the   milk    toast   philosopher,   "has 
gone  int<>  politics  \\iih  a  fuu-  fun;  ome  out  with  a  ter- 

rible past." 


338  TO.-ISTKK'S     HANDBOOK 

Lord  Dufferin  delivered  an  address  before  the  Greek  class 
of  the  McGill  University  about  which  a  reporter  wrote: 

"His  lordship  spoke  to  the  class  in  the  purest  ancient  Greek, 
without  mispronouncing  a  word  or  making  the  slightest  gram- 
matical solecism." 

"Good  heavens !"  remarked  Sir  Hector  Langevin  to  the 
late  Sir  John  A.  Macdonald,  "how  did  the  reporter  know  that !" 

"I  told  him,"   was  the   Conservative  statesman's   answer. 

"But  you  don't  know  Greek." 

"True;   but   I   know    a   little    about   politics." 

"The  shortest  after-dinner  speech  I  ever  heard,"  said  Cy 
Warman,  the  poet,  "was  at  a  dinner  in  Providence,  Rhode 
Island. 

"A  man  was  assigned  to  the  topic,  The  Christian  in  "Poli- 
tics.' When  he  was  called  upon  he  arose,  bowed  and  said : 
'Mr.  Chairman,  ladies  and  gentlemen :  The  Christian  in  Poli- 
tics— he  ain't.'  " 

Politics  is  but  the  common  pulse-beat  of  which  revolu- 
tion is  the  fever  spasm. — Wendell  Phillips. 

POSTCARDS 

"A  post-card  I  dislike  to  get," 
Said  Kate,  as  though  she  meant  it. 

"One  cannot  turn  it  round  and  round 
And  try  to  guess  who  sent  it!" 

— Harold  Susiuan. 

POVERTY 

Poverty  is  no  disgrace,  but  that's  about  all  that  can  be  said 
in  its  favor. 


A  traveler  passing  through  the  Broad  Top  Mountain  dis- 
trict in  northern  Bedford  County,  Pennsylvania,  last  summer, 
came  across  a  lad  of  sixteen  cultivating  a  patch  of  miserable 
potatoes.  He  remarked  upon  their  unpromising  appearance 


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ami  expressed  pity  for  anyone  wito  had  to  dig  a  living  out  of 
such  s 

"I    don't   need    no   pity,"    said    the   boy    resentfully. 

The  traveler  hastened  to  soothe  his  wounded  pride.  But 
in  the  offended  tone  of  one  who  has  been  misjudged  the  boy 
added ;  "I  ain't  as  poor  as  you  think.  I'm  only  workin'  here. 
I  don't  own  this  place." 

One  day  an  inspector  of  a  New  York  tenement-house  found 
four  families  living  in  one  room,  chalk  lines  being  drawn 
across  in  such  a  manner  as  to  mark  out  a  quarter  for  each 
family. 

"How  do  you  get  along  here?"  inquired  the  inspector. 

y   well."   was   the   reply.     "Only  the   man  in   the  farthest 
corner  keeps  boarders." 

There  is  no  man  so  poor  but  that  he  can  afford  to  keep 
one  dog,  and  I  hev  seen  them  so  poor  that  they  could  afford 
to  keep  three. — Josh  Billings. 

May  po\erty  l»e  a1wa\  inarch  behind  us. 

Not  he  who  lias  little,  hut  he  who  wishes  for  more,  is  poor. 

— Seneca. 

PRAISE 

WIFE  (complainingly) — "You  never  praise  me  up  to  any 
one." 

Hun— "I  don't,  eh!  Y-MI  should  hear  me  <1  -»u  at 

the  intelligence  office  when  I'm  trying  to  hire  a  cook." 

"What   K>f1  of  a  man  is  he?" 

"Well,    he's    just    what    I'\e    been    looking    for— a   generous 
with   a   limousine   body." — Life. 

PRAYKk  MF-.K TINGS 

A   foreigner  who  attended   a   pi  ;nii   in   Indian., 

what   the  assistants  di-l.     "x  inch,"  he  said, 

ml  bray." 


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PRAYERS 

During  the  winter  the  village  preacher  was  taken  sick,  and 
several  of  his  children  were  also  afflicted  with  the  mumps.  One 
day  a  number  of  the  devout  church  members  called  to  pray 
for  the  family.  While  they  were  about  it  a  boy,  the  son  of  a 
member  living  in  the  country,  knocked  at  the  preacher's  door. 
He  had  his  arms  full  of  things.  "-What  have  you  there?"  a 
deadon  asked  him. 

"Pa's  prayers  for  a  happy  Thanksgiving,"  the  boy  answered, 
as  he  proceeded  to  unload  potatoes,  bacon,  flour  and  other  pro- 
visions for  the  afflicted  family. 

A  little  girl  in  Washington  surprised  her  mother  the  other 
day  by  closing  her  evening  prayers  in  these  words:  ''Amen; 
good  bye;  ring  off." 

TEACHER — "Now,  Tommy,  suppose  a  man  gave  you  $100  to 
keep  for  him  and  then  died,  what  would  you  do?  Would  you 
pray  for  him?" 

TOMMY — "No,  sir ;  but  I   would  pray  for  another  like  him." 

A  well-known  revivalist  whose  work  has  been  principally 
among  the  negroes  of  a  certain  section  of  the  South  remem- 
bers one  service  conducted  by  him  that  was  not  entirely  suc- 
cessful. He  had  had  very  poor  attendance,  and  spent  much 
time  in  questioning  the  darkies  as  to  their  reason  for  not 
attending. 

"Why  were  you  not  at  our  revival?"  he  asked  one  old  man, 
whom  he  encountered  on  the  road. 

"Oh,   I   dunno,"   said   the  backward   one. 

"Don't  you  ever  pray?"  demanded  the  preacher. 

The  old  man  shook  his  head.  "No,"  said  he;  "I  carries 
a  rabbit's  foot." — Taylor  Edivards. 

A  little  girl  attending  an  Episcopal  church  for  the  first 
time,  was  amazed  to  see  all  kneel  suddenly.  She  asked  her 
mother  what  they  were  going  to  do.  Her  mother  replied, 
"Hush,  they're  going  to  say  their  prayers." 

"What  with   all   their  clothes  on?" 


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The   new   minister   in    a   Georgia    church   was   delivering   his 

rrmon.     The  darky   janitor   was  a  critical   listener   from 

a    back    corner    of    the    church.      The    minister's    sermon    was 

eloquent,  and  his  prayers  seemed   to  cover  the  whole  category 

of  human   wants. 

After  the  services  one  of  the  deacons  asked  the  old  darky 
what  he  thought  of  the  new  minister.  "Don't  you  think  he 
offers  up  a  good  prayer,  Joe?" 

"Ah  mos'  suhtainly  does.  boss.  Why.  dat  man  axed  de  good 
Lord  fo*  things  dat  de  odder  preacher  didn't  even  know  He 
had !" 

Ililma  was  always  glad  to  say  her  prayers,  but  she  wanted 
to  be  sure  that  she  was  heard  in  the  heavens  above  as  well 
as  on  the  earth  beneath. 

One  night,  after  the  usual  "Amen,"  she  dropped  her  head 
upon  her  pillow  and  closed  her  eyes.  After  a  moment  she 
lifted  her  hancl  and.  waving  it  aloft,  said,  "Oh,  Lord!  this 
r  comes  from  203  Seldcn  Avenue." 

Willie's  mother  had  told  him  that  if  he  went  to  the  river 
to  play  he  should  go  to  bed.  One  day  she  was  away,  and 
on  coming  homo  about  two  o'clock  in  the  afternoon  found 
Willie  in  bed. 

"What    art-   you    in    bed    for?"   asked   his    mother. 
'I    went  to  the   river  to  play,  and    I    knew   you    would   put 
me  in  bed,  so  I  didn't  wait  for  you  to  come." 

"Did  you  say  your  prayers  before  you  went  to  bed?"  asked 
mother. 

"No,"  said  Willie.  "You  don't  suppose  God  would  be  loaf- 
ing around  here  this  time  of  day,  do  you?  He's  at  the  of- 
fice." 

Little  Polly,  coming  in  from  her  walk  one  morning,  in- 
formed her  mother  that  she  ha  lion  in  the  park. 
No  amount  of  is  could  make  IK -t 

h       'I  hat    nil-lit,    when 
down  en   her  knees  to   say  her   prayers,   hi  r    mother 

God  to  t  T-  that  fib." 

Polly  hid  her  face  for  a  moment      Then  she  looked  straight 


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into  her  mother's  eyes,  her  own  eyes  shining  like  stars,  and 
said,  "I  did  ask  him,  mamma,  dearest,  and  he  said,  'Don't 
mention  it,  Miss  Polly;  that  big  yellow  dog  has  often  fooled 
me.' " 

Prayer  is   the   spirit  speaking  truth  to  Truth. — Bailey. 

Pray  to  be  perfect,  though  material  leaven 
Forbid  the  spirit  so  on  earth  to  be; 
But  if  for  any  wish  thou  darest  not  pray, 
Then  pray  to  God  to  cast  that  wish  away. 

— Hartley  Coleridge. 

See  also  Courage. 

PREACHING 

The  services  in  the  chapel  of  a  certain  western  university 
are  from  time  to  time  conducted  by  eminent  clergymen  of 
many  denominations  and  from  many  cities. 

On  one  occasion,  when  one  of  these  visiting  divines  asked 
the  president  how  long  he  should  speak,  that  witty  officer  re- 
plied : 

"There  is  no  limit,  Doctor,  upon  the  time  you  may  preach; 
but  I  may  tell  you  that  there  is  a  tradition  here  that  the  most 
souls  are  saved  during  the  first  twenty-five  minutes." 

One  Sunday  morning  a  certain  young  pastor  in  his  first 
charge  announced  nervously: 

"I  will  take  for  my  text  the  words,  'And  they  fed  five  men 
with  five  thousand  loaves  of  bread  and  two  thousand  fishes.' " 

At  this  misquotation  an  old  parishioner  from  his  seat  in 
the  amen  corner  said  audibly: 

"That's  no  miracle — I  could  do  it  myself." 

The  young  preacher  said  nothing  at  the  time,  but  the  next 
Sunday  he  announced  the  same  text  again.  This  time  he  got 
it  right : 

"And  they  fed  five  thousand  men  on  five  loaves  of  bread 
and  two  fishes." 


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He  waited  a  moment,  and  then,  leaning  over  the  pulpit  and 
looking  at  the  amen  corner,  he  said : 

"And  could  you   do   that,   too.    Mr.    Smith?" 

"Of  course  I  could."  Mr.  Smith  replied. 

"And  how  would  you  do  it?"  said  the  preacher. 

"With  what  was  left  over  from  last  Sunday,"  said  Mr. 
Smith. 

The  late  Bishop  Foss  once  visited  a  Philadelphia  physician 
for  some  trifling  ailment.  "Do  you,  sir,"  the  doctor  asked,  in 
the  course  of  his  examination,  "talk  in  your  sleep?" 

sir,"   answered   the  bishop.      "I   talk   in   other  people's. 
Aren't   you   aware   that   I   am  a   divine?" 

j,  sir,"  said  the  irate  man,  "I  got  even  with  that  clergy- 
man. I  slurred  him.  Why,  I  hired  one  hundred  people  to  at- 
tend his  church  and  go  to  sleep  before  he  had  preached  five 
minutes." 

A  noted  eastern  Judge  when  visiting  in  the  wot  wont  to 
church  on  Sunday;  which  isn't  so  remarkable  as  the  fact  that 
he  knew  beforehand  that  the  preacher  was  exceedingly  tedious 
and  long  winded  to  the  last  degree.  After  the  service  the  preach- 
er met  the  Judge  in  the  vestibule  and  said: 

ell,  your  Honor,  how  did  you  like  the  sermpn?" 

"Oh,  most  wonderfully,"  replied  the  Judge.  "It  was  like  the 
peace  of  God ;  for  it  passed  all  understanding,  and,  like  His 
mercy,  I  thought  it  would  have  endured  forever." 

The  preacher's  evening  discourse  was  dry  and  long,  and  the 
congregation  gradually  melted  away.  The  sexton  tiptoed  up  to 
the  pulpit  and  slipped  a  note  under  one  corner  of  the  Bible.  It 
read: 

"When  you  are  through,  will  you  please  turn  off  the  lights, 
lock  the  door,  and  put  the  key  under  the  mat?" 

The  new  minister's  first  sermon  was  very  touching  and  created 
much  favorable  comment  among  the  members  of  the  church 


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One  morning,  a  few  days  later,  his  nine-year-old  son  happened 
to  be  alone  in  the  pastor's  study  and  with  childish  curiosity 
started  to  read  through  some  papers  on  the  desk.  They  hap- 
pened to  be  this  identical  sermon,  but  he  was  most  interested 
in  the  marginal  notes.  In  one  place  in  the  margin  were  written 
the  words,  "Cry  a  little."  Further  on  in  the  discourse  appeared 
another  marginal  remark,  "Cry  a  little  more."  On  the  next  to 
the  last  sheet  the  boy  found  his  good  father  had  penned  an- 
other remark,  "Cry  like  thunder." 

A  young  preacher,  who  was  staying  at  a  clergy-house,  was 
in  the  habit  of  retiring  to  his  room  for  an  hour  or  more  each 
day  to  practice  pulpit  oratory.  At  such  times  he  filled  the  house 
with  sounds  of  fervor  and  pathos,  and  emptied  it  of  almost  every- 
thing else.  Phillips  Brooks  chanced  to  be  visiting  a  friend  in 
this  house  one  day  when  the  budding  orator  was  holding  forth. 

"Gracious  me !"  exclaimed  the  Bishop,  starting  up  in  assumed 
terror,  "pray,  what  might  that  be?" 

"Sit'  down,  Bishop,"  his  friend  replied.  "That's  only  young 
D practising  what  he  preaches." 

A  distinguished  theologian  was  invited  to  make  an  address 
before  a  Sunday-school.  The  divine  spoke  for  over  an  hour 
and  his  remarks  were  of  too  deep  a  character  for  the  average 
juvenile  mind  to  comprehend.  At  the  conclusion,  the  superin- 
tendent, according  to  custom,  requested  some  one  in  the  school 
to  name  an  appropriate  hymn  to  be  sung. 

"Sing  'Revive  Us  Again,' "  shouted  a  boy  in  the  rear  of  the 
room. 

A  clergyman  was  once  sent  for  in  the  middle  of  the  night 
by  one  of  his  woman  parishioners. 

"Well,  my  good  woman,"  said  he,  "so  you  are  ill  and  re- 
quire the  consolations  of  religion?  What  can  I  do  for  you?" 

"No,"  replied  the  old  lady,  "I  am  only  nervous  and  can't 
sleep !" 

"But  how  can  I  help  that?"  said  the  parson. 

*'Oh,  sir,  you  always  put  me  to  sleep  so  nicely  when  I  go 
to  church  that  I  thought  if  you  would  only  preach  a  little  for 
me !" 


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I  never  see  my  rector's  eyes; 

He  hides  their  light  divine; 

For  when  he  prays,  he  shuts  his  own, 

And  when  he  preaches,  mine. 

A  stranger  entered  the  church  in  the  middle  of  the  sermon 
and  seated  himself  in  the  back  pew.  After  a  while  he  began  to 
fidget.  Leaning  over  to  the  white-haired  man  at  his  side,  evi- 
dently an  old  member  of  the  congregation,  he  whispered : 

"How  long  has  he  been  preaching?" 

"Thirty  or  forty  years,  I  think,"  the  old  man  answered. 

"I'll  stay  then,"  decided  the  stranger.  "He  must  be  nearly 
done." 

Once  upon  a  time  there  was  an  Indian  named  Big  Smoke, 
employed  as  a  missionary  to  his  fellow  Smokes. 

A  white  man  encountering  Big  Smoke,  asked  him  what  he 
did  for  a  living. 

"I'mph!"  said  Big  Smoke,  "me  preach." 

"That  so?  \Yhat  do  you  get  for  preaching?" 

"Me  get  ten  dollars  a  year." 

"Well,"  said  the  white  man,  "that's  damn  poor  pay." 
I'mph!"  said  Big  Smoke,  "me  damn  poor  preacher." 


Sec  also  Clergy. 


PRESCRIPTIONS 


After   a    month's    work    in    intensely    warm    weather    a   gar- 

urlis  became  ill,  and  the  anxious  little  wife  sent 

\\mte    a    \<n^ -riptioii    after    examining    the 

patient.     The  doctor,  upon  departing,  said:  "Just  let  your  hus- 

l>aml   take  that   and   you'll    find    he   will    In.1   all    rijjit   in   a   short 

time." 

Next    day   the    doctor   called    again,    and    the   wife   opened 
the   door,   her    face    beaming    with    smiles.      "Sure,    that 
wonderful  wee  bit  of  paper  you  l<  she  exclaimed. 

"William  is   better  to-day." 

"I'm  ijlarl  t»  hear  that."  said  the  much-please-'  man 

t  but  what  I  hadn't  a  big  job  to  get  him  to  swallow  it. " 


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she  continued,  "but,  sure,  I  just  wrapped  up  the  wee  bit  of 
paper  quite  small  and  put  it  in  a  spoonful  of  jam  and  William 
swallowed  it  unbeknownst.  By  night  he  was  entirely  better." 

PRESENCE  OF  MIND 

"What  did  you  do  when  you  met  the  train-robber  face  to 
face?" 

"I  explained  that  I  had  been  interviewed  by  the  ticket-seller, 
the  luggage-carriers,  the  dining-car  waiters,  and  the  sleeping- 
car  porters  and  borrowed  a  dollar  from  him.'' 

PRINTERS 

The  master  of  all  trades:  He  beats  the  farmer  with  his  fast 
"hoe,"  the  carpenter  with  his  "rule,"  and  the  mason  in  "set- 
ting up  tall  columns" ;  he  surpasses  the  lawyer  and  the  doctor 
in  attending  to  the  "cases,"  and  beats  the  parson  in  the  man- 
agement of  the  devil. 

PRISONS 

A  man  arrested  for  stealing  chickens  was  brought  to  trial. 
The  case  was  given  to  the  jury,  who  brought  him  in  guilty, 
and  the  judge  sentenced  him  to  three  months'  imprisonment. 
The  jailer  was  a  jovial  man,  fond  of  a  smile,  and  feeling  par- 
ticularly good  on  that  particular  day,  considered  himself  in- 
sulted when  the  prisoner  looking  around  the  cell  told  him 
it  was  dirty,  and  not  fit  for  a  hog  to  be  put  in.  One  word 
brought  on  another,  till  finally  the  jailer  told  the  prisoner  if 
he  did  not  behave  himself  he  would  put  him  out.  To  which 
the  prisoner  replied:  "I  will  give  you  to  understand,  sir,  I  have 
as  good  a  right  here  as  you  have!" 

SHERIFF — "That  fellow  who  just  left  jail  is  going  to  be  ar- 
rested again  soon." 

"How  do  you  know?" 

SHERIFF — "He  chopped  my  wood,  carried  the  water,  and 
mended  my  socks.  I  can't  get  along  without  him." 


//  .-/  .V  D  BOO  K  3.47 

PRODIGALS 

"Why  did  the  father  of  the  prodigal  son  fall  on  his  neck 
and  weep?'' 

"Cos  he  had  tcr  kill  the  fatted  calf,  an'  de  son  wasn't  wort' 
it" 

PROFANITY 

THK  RECTOR — "It's  terrible  for  a  man  like  you  to  make  every 
other  word  an  oath." 

THE  MAN — "Oh,  well,  I  swear  a  good  deal  and  you  pray 
a  good  deal,  but  we  don't  neither  of  us  mean  nuthin'  by  it." 

FIRST  DEAF  MUTE — "lie  wasn't  so  very  angry,   was  he?" 
SECOND  DEAF  MUTE — "He  was  so   wild   that  the   words  he 
used   almost    blistered    his    fingers." 

The  little  daughter  of  a  clergyman  stubbed  her  toe  and  said, 
rn!" 

"I'll  give  you  ten  cents,"  said  father,  "if  you'll  never  say 
that  word  again." 

A  few  days  afterward   she  came  to  him  and  said:   "Papa, 
ot  a   word   worth  half  a  dollar." 

Very    frequently   the   winter  highways   of   the   Yukon   valley 

are   mere   trails,    traversed    only   by   dog-sledges.     One   of   the 

bishops  in  Alaska,  who  was  very  fond  of  that  mode  of  travel, 

itered  a  miner  coming  out  with  his  dog-team,  and  stopped 

to  ask  him  what  kind  of  a  road  he  had  come  over. 

The  miner  responded  with  a  stream  of  forcible  and  pictur- 
esque profanity,  winding  up  with  : 

"And  what  kind  o*  trail   did   you  have?" 

"Same  as  yours,"  replied  the  bishop  feelingly.— £/$r  in  Bur- 
roughs. 

A   scrupulous   priest  of  Kildarc, 
Used  to  pay  a  rude  peasant  to  sw< 

Who  would  paint  the  air  blue, 

For  an  hour  or  two, 

While  hi  •'«•(!   in    prayer. 


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Donald  and  Jeanie  were  putting  down  a  carpet.  Donald 
slammed  the  end  of  his  thumb  with  the  hammer  and  began 
to  pour  forth  his  soul  in  language  befitting  the  occasion. 

"Donald,  Donald !"  shrieked  Jeanie,  horrified.  "Dinna  swear 
that  way!" 

"Wummun !"  vociferated  Donald ;  "gin  ye  know  ony  better 
way,  now  is  the  time  to  let  me  know  it !" 

"It  is  not  always  necessary  to  make  a  direct  accusation," 
said  the  lawyer  who  was  asking  damages  because  insinuations 
had  been  made  against  his  client's  good  name.  "Yqu  may  have 
heard  of  the  woman  who  called  to  the  hired  girl,  'Mary,  Alary, 
come  here  and  take  the  parrot  downstairs — the  master  has 
dropped  his  collar  buttonj' " 

Little  Bartholomew's  mother  overheard  him  swearing  like  a 
mule-driver.  He  displayed  a  fluency  that  overwhelmed  her. 
She  took  him  to  task,  explaining  the  wickedness  of  profanity 
as  well  as  its  vulgarity.  She  asked  where  he  had  learned  all 
those  dreadful  words.  Bartholomew  announced  that  Cavert, 
one  of  his  playmates,  had  taught  him. 

Cavert's  mother  was  straightway  informed  and  Cavert  was 
brought  to  book.  He  vigorously  denied  having  instructed  Bar- 
tholomew, and  neither  threats  nor  tears  could  make  him  con- 
fess. At  last  he  burst  out: 

"I  didn't  tell  Bartholomew  any  cuss  words.  Why  should 
I  know  how  to  cuss  any  better  than  he  does?  Hasn't  his 
father  got  an  automobile,  too?" 

They  were  in  Italy  together. 

"If  you  would  let  me  curse  them  black  and  blue,"  said  the 
groom,  "we  shouldn't  have  to  wait  so  long  for  the  trunks." 

"But,  darling,  please  don't.  It  would  distress  me  so,"  mur- 
mured the  bride. 

The  groom  went  off,  but  quickly  returned  with  the  porters 
before  him  trundling  the  trunks  at  a  double  quick. 

"Oh,   dearest,   how  did  you    do  it?     You    didn't ?" 

"Not  at  all.  I  thought  of  something  that  did  quite  as  well. 
I  said,  'S-s-s-susquehanna,  R-r-r-rappahannock!' " — Cornelia  C. 
Ward. 


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A  school  girl  was  required  to  write  an  essay  of  two  hundred 
and  fifty  words  about  a  motorcar.  She  submitted  the  fol- 
lowing: 

"My  uncle  bought  a  motorcar.  He  was  riding  in  the  coun- 
hen  it  busted  up  a  hill.  I  guess  this  is  about  fifty 
words.  The  other  two  hundred  are  what  my  uncle  said  when 
he  was  walking  back  to  town,  but  they  are  not  fit  for  publica- 
tion." 

The  ashman  was  raising  a  can  of  ashes  above  his  head 
to  dump  the  contents  into  his  cart,  when  the  bottom  of  the 
can  came  out.  Ethel  saw  it  and  ran  in  and  told  her  mother. 

"I  hope  you  didn't  listen  to  what  he  said,"  the  mother  re- 
marked. 

"He  didn't  say  a  word  to  me,"  replied  the  little  girl;  "he 
just  walked  right  off  by  the  side  of  his  cart,  talking  to  God." 

>ung  man  entered  the  jeweler's  store  and  bought  a  ring, 
which   he   ordered    engraved.     The   jeweler   asked    what   name. 
"George   Osborne  to   Harriet   Lewis,  but   I  prefer  only  the 
initials,    G.    O.   to   H.    L." 

For  it  comes  to  pass  oft  that  a  terrible  oath,  with  a  swag- 
gering accent  sharply  twanged  off,  gives  manhood  more  appro- 
bation than  ever  proof  itself  would  have  earned  him.— Shake- 
speare. 

PROHIBITION 

"Talking  about  dry  towns,  have  you  ever  been  in  Leaven- 
worth,  Kansas?"  asked  the  commercial  traveler  in  the  smoking- 
car.  "No?  Well,  that's  a  dry  town  for  you,  all  right." 

"They  can't  sell  liquor  at  all  there?"  asked  one  of  the  men. 

"Only  if  you  had  been  bitten  by  a  snake,"  said  the  drum- 
mer. "They  have  only  one  snake  in  town,  and  when  I  got  to 
it  the  other  d.i  mding  in  line  for  nearly  half  a  day  it 

was  too  tired  to  bite." 

It  was  prohibition  country.  As  soon  as  the  train  pulled  up, 
a  seedy  little  man  with  a  covered  basket  on  his  arm  hurried 


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to  the  open  windows  of  the  smoker  and  exhibited  a  quart 
bottle  filled  with  rich,  dark  fluid. 

"Want  to  buy  some  nice  cold  tea?"  he  asked,  with  just 
the  suspicion  of  a  wink. 

Two  thirsty-looking  cattlemen  brightened  visibly,  and  each 
paid  a  dollar  for  a  bottle. 

"Wait  until  you  get  outer  the  station  before  you  take  a 
drink,"  the  little  man  cautioned  them.  "I  don't  wanter  get 
in  trouble." 

He  found  three  other  customers  before  the  train  pulled  out, 
in  each  case  repeating  his  warning. 

"You  seem  to  be  doing  a  pretty  good  business,"  remarked 
a  man  who  had  watched  it  all.  "But  I  don't  see  why  you'd 
run  any  more  risk  of  getting  in  trouble  if  they  took  a  drink 
before  the  train  started." 

"Ye  don't,  hey?  Well,  what  them  bottles  had  in  'em,  pard- 
ner,  was  real  cold  tea." 

PROMOTING 

Mr.  Harcourt,  the  Secretary  of  State  for  the  Colonies,  at 
the  British  North  Borneo  dinner,  said  that  a  City  friend  of 
his  was  approached  with  a  view  to  floating  a  rubber  company. 
His  friend  was  quite  ready.  "How  many  trees  have  you?"  he 
asked.  "We  have  not  got  any  trees,"  was  the  answer.  "How 
much  land  have  you?"  "We  have  no  land."  "What  then  have 
you  got?"  "I  have  a  bag  of  seeds!" 

There  are  many  tales  about  the  caution  of  Russell  Sage 
and  the  cleverness  with  which  he  outwitted  those  who  sought  to 
get  some  of  his  money  from  him.  Two  brilliant  promoters  went 
to  him  one  time  and  presented  a  scheme.  The  financier  lis- 
tened for  an  hour,  and  when  they  departed  they  were  told 
that  Mr.  Sage's  decision  would  be  mailed  to  them  in  a  few  days. 

"I  think  we  have  got  Uncle  Russell,"  said  one  of  the  pro- 
moters. "I  really  believe  we  have  won  his  confidence." 

"I  fear  not,"  observed  the  other  doubtfully.  "He  is  too 
suspicious." 

"Suspicious?     I   didn't   observe   any   sign   of    it." 

"Didn't  you  notice  that  he  counted  his  fingers  after  I  had 
shaken  hands  with  him  and  we  were  coming  away?" 


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PROMOTION 

Promotion  cometh  neither  from  the  east  nor  the  west,  but 
from  the  cemetery. — Edward  Sanford  Martin. 

PROMPTNESS 

"Are  you  first  in  anything  at  school,  Earlie?" 

"1  irst  out   of    the   building   when    the   bell    rings." 

The  head  of  a  large  business  house  bought  a  number  of 
those  "Do  it  now"  signs  and  hung  them  up  around  his  offices. 
When,  after  the  first  few  days  of  those  signs,  the  business 
man  counted  up  the  results,  he  found  that  the  cashier  had 
skipped  out  with  $20,000,  the  head  bookkeeper  had  eloped  with 
the  stenographer,  three  clerks  had  asked  for  a  raise  in  salary, 
and  the  office  boy  had  lit  out  for  the  west  to  become  a  high- 
wayman. 

"Are  you  waiting  for  me,  dear?"  she  said,  coming  down- 
stairs at  last,  after  spending  half  an  hour  fixing  her  hat. 

"Waiting,"  exclaimed  the  impatient  man.  "Oh,  no,  not  wait- 
ing— sojourning." 

PRONUNCIATION 

A   tale   is   told   of   a   Kansas   minister,   a  great   precisionist 
in  the  use  of  words,  whoso  exactness  sometimes  destroyed  the 
»f  what  lie  was  saying.     On  one  occasion,  in  the  course 
of  an  eloquent  prayer,  he  pleaded: 

"O  Lord!  waken  thy  cause  in  the  lie-arts  of  this  congrega- 
•hcni   new  eyes  to  see  and   new   impulse  to  do. 
Send   down   Thy  lev-er   or  lee-vcr,   according  to  Webst< 
Worcester's   dictionary,    whichever    Thou    usest,    and    pry    them 
into  activity." 

"I'm  at  the  head  of  my  cla--.  !   Willie. 

"Dear   me.  son.  how   did   that   happen?"   cried   his   father. 

"Why,  the  teacher  asked  us  this  morning  how  t«»  pronounce 
C-h-i-h-n-a-h-u-a.  and  nobody  kn-  !  Willie,  "but  when 

she  got  down  to  me  I  sneezed  and  she  said  that  was  ri 


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PROPORTION 

A  middle-aged  colored  woman  in  a  Georgia  village,  hearing 
a  commotion  in  a  neighbor's  cabin,  looked  in  at  the  door.  On 
the  floor  lay  a  small  boy  writhing  in  great  distress  while  his 
mother  bent  solicitously  over  him. 

"What-all's  de  matter  wif  de  chile?"  asked  the  visitor  sym- 
pathetically. 

"I  spec's  hit's  too  much  watermillion,"  responded  the 
mother. 

"Ho!  go  'long  wif  you,"  protested  the  visitor  scornfully. 
"Dey  cyan't  never  be  too  much  watermillion.  Hit  mus'  be 
dat  dere  ain't  enough  boy." 

PROPOSALS 

A  love-smitten  youth  who  was  studying  the  approved  meth- 
od of  proposal  asked  one  of  his  bachelor  friends  if  he  thought 
that  a  young  man  should  propose  to  a  girl  on  his  knees. 

"If  he  doesn't,"  replied  his  friend,  "the  girl  should  get  off." 

A  gentleman  who  had  been  in  Chicago  only  three  days,  but 
who  had  been  paying  attention  to  a  prominent  Chicago  belle, 
wanted  to  propose,  but  was  afraid  he  would  be  thought  too 
hasty.  He  delicately  broached  the  subject  as  follows:  "If  I 
were  to  speak  to  you  of  marriage,  after  having  only  made 
your  acquaintance  three  days  ago,  what  would  you  say  of 
it?" 

"Well,  I  should  say,  never  put  off  till  tomorrow  that  which 
should  have  been  done  the  day  before  yesterday." 

There  was  a  young  man  from  the  West, 
Who  proposed"  to  the  girl  he  loved  best, 

But  so  closely  he  pressed  her 

To  make  her  say,  yes,  sir, 
That  he  broke  two  cigars  in  his  vest. 

— The   Tobacconist. 

They  were  dining  on  fowl  in  a  restaurant.  "You  see,"  he 
explained,  as  he  showed  her  the  wishbone,  "you  take  hold 


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here.  '1  hen  \ve  must  both  make  a  wish  and  pull,  and  when 
it  breaks  the  one  who  has  the  bigger  part  of  it  will  have  his  or 
her  wish  granted."  "But  I  don't  know  what  to  wish  for,"  she 
protested.  "Oh !  you  can  think  of  something,"  he  said.  "No, 
I  can't,"  she  replied;  "I  can't  think  of  anything  I  want  very 
much."  "Well.  I'll  wish  for  you,"  he  explained.  "Will  you, 
really?"  she  asked.  "Yes."  "Well,  then  there's  no  use  fooling 
with  the  old  wishbone,"  she  interrupted  with  a  glad  smile,  "you 
can  have  me." 

"Dear  May,"  wrote  the  young  man,  "pardon  me,  but  I'm 
petting  so  forgetful.  I  proposed  to  you  last  night,  but  really 
forget  whether  you  said  yes  or  no." 

"Dear  Will,"  she  replied  by  note,  "so  glad  to  hear  from 
you.  I  know  I  said  'no'  to  some  one  last  night,  but  I  had 
forgotten  just  who  it  was." 

The  four  Gerton  girls  were  all  good-looking;  indeed,  the 
three  younger  ones  were  beautiful ;  while  Annie,  the  oldest, 
easily  made  up  in  capability  and  horse  sense  what  she  lacked 
in  looks. 

A  young  chap,  very  eligible,  called  on  the  girls  frequently, 
but  seemed  unable  to  decide  which  to  marry.  So  Annie  put 
on  her  thinking  cap,  and,  one  evening  when  the  young  chap 
called,  she  appeared  with  her  pretty  arms  bare  to  the  elbow 
and  her  hands  white  with  flour. 

"Oh,  you  must  excuse  my  appearance,"  she  said.  "I  have 
been  working  in  the  kitchen  all  day.  I  baked  bread  and  pies 
and  cake  this  morning,  and  afterward,  as  the  cook  was  ill.  I 

ared  dinner." 

'Miss  Annie,  is  that  so?"  said  the  young  man.     He  looked 
at    her,    deeply    impressed.      Then,    after    a    moment's    thought, 
aid : 

Annie,  there  is  a  question  I  wish  to  ask  you,  and  on 
your  answer  will  depend  much  of  my  life's  happiness." 

"Yes?"  she  said,  with  a  blush,  and  she  drew  a  little  m 
"Yes?     What   is   r 

-   Annie."   said   the  young  man,   in   deep  earnest   tones, 
"I  am  thinking  of  proposing  to  your  sister  Kate — will  you  make 
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It  was  at  Christmas,  and  he  had  been  calling  on  her  twice 
a  week  for  six  months,  but  had  not  proposed. 

"Ethel,"  he  said,  "I — er — am  going  to  ask  you  an  important 
question." 

"Oh,  George,"  she  exclaimed,  "this  is  so  sudden !  Why,  I " 

"No,  excuse  me,"  he  interrupted ;  "what  I  want  to  ask 
is  this:  What  date  have  you  and  your  mother  decided  upon 
for  our  wedding?" 

A  Scotch  beadle  led  the  maiden  of  his  choice  to  a  church- 
yard and,  pointing  to  the  various  headstones,  said : 

"My  folks  are  all  buried  there,  Jennie.  Wad  ye  like  to  be 
buried  there  too?" 

IMPECUNIOUS  LOVER — "Be  mine,  Amanda,  and  you  will  be 
treated  like  an  angel." 

WEALTHY  MAIDEN — "Yes,  I  suppose  so.  Nothing  to  eat, 
and  less  to  wear.  No,  thank  you." 

The  surest  way  to  hit  a  woman's  heart  is  to  take  aim 
kneeling. — Douglas  Jerrold. 

PROPRIETY 

There  was  a  young  lady  of  Wilts, 
Who    walked    up    to    Scotland    on    stilts; 

When  they  said  it  was  shocking 

To   show   so    much    stocking, 
She    answered:    "Then    what    about    kilts?" 

— Gilbert  K.  Chesterton. 

PROSPERITY 

May  bad  fortune  follow  you   all  your  days 
And  never  catch  up  with  you. 

PROTESTANT  EPISCOPAL  CHURCH 

One  of  our  popular  New  England  lecturers  tells  this  amus- 
ing story. 

A  street  boy  of  diminutive  stature  was  trying  to  sell  some 
very  young  kittens  to  passers-by.  One  day  he  accosted  the 


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late  Reverend  Phillips  Brooks,  asking  him  to  purchase,  and 
recommending  them  as  good  Episcopal  kittens.  Dr.  Brooks 
laughingly  refused,  thinking  them  too  small  to  be  taken  from 
their  mother.  A  few  days  later  a  Presbyterian  minister  who 
had  witnessed  this  episode  was  asked  by  the  same  boy  to  buy  the 
same  kittens.  This  time  the  lad  anounced  that  they  were  faith- 
ing. 

"Didn't  you  tell  Dr.  Brooks  last  week  that  they  were  Epis- 
copal kittens?"  the  minister  asked  sternly. 

"Yessir,"  replied  the  boy  quickly,  "but  they's  had  their  eyes 
opened  since  then,  sir." 

An  Episcopal  clergyman  who  was  passing  his  vacation  in 
a  remote  country  district  met  an  old  farmer  who  declared  that 
he  was  a  "Tiscopal." 

"To  what  parish  do  you  belong?"  asked  the  clergyman. 

"Don't  know  nawthin'  'bout  enny  parish,"   was  the  answer. 

"Who  confirmed  you,  then?"  was  the  next  question. 

"Xobody,"   answered   the   farmer. 

"Then  how  are  you  an  Episcopalian?"  asked  the  clergy- 
man. 

"Well,"  was  the  reply,  "you  see  it's  this  way:  Last  winter 
I  went  down  to  Philadelphy  a-visitin',  an'  while  I  was  there 
I  went  to  church,  an'  it  was  called  Tiscopal,  an'  I  heerd  them 
say  that  they  left  undone  the  things  what  they'd  oughter  done 
and  they'd  done  some  things  what  they  oughtenter  done,  and  I 
says  to  myself  says  I :  'That's  my  fix  exac'ly,'  and  ever  sence 
then  n  a  Tiscopalian." 


PROTESTANTS 

A  Protestant  mi  ting  had  been  held  in  an  Irish 
town  and  this  w;is  the  gardener's  contribution  to  the  contro- 
versy that  1  with  lofty  scorn. 
"Twas  mighty  little  St.  Paul  thought  "f  tin  You've 
all  heard  tell  of  tl1.-  s  but  I'd 
ax  ye  this,  did  am  hear  of  his  writing  •'< 
t<>  the  Pratestants?'" 


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PROVIDENCE 

"Why  did  papa  have  appendicitis  and  have  to  pay  the  doctor 
a  thousand  dollars,  Mama?" 

"It  was  God's  will,  dear." 

"And  was  it  because  God  was  mad  at  papa  or  pleased  with 
the  doctor  ?"—Life. 

There's  a  certain  minister  whose  duties  sometimes  call  him 
out  of  the  city.  He  has  always  arranged  for  some  one  of 
his  parishioners  to  keep  company  with  his  wife  and  little  daugh- 
ter during  these  absences.  Recently,  however,  he  was  called 
away  so  suddenly  that  he  had  no  opportunity  of  providing  a 
guardian. 

The  wife  was  very  brave  during  the  early  evening,  but  after 
dark  had  fallen,  her  courage  began  to  fail.  She  stayed  up  with 
her  little  girl  till  there  was  no  excuse  for  staying  any  longer 
and  then  took  her  upstairs  to  bed. 

"Now  go  to  sleep,  Dearie,"  she  said.  "Don't  be  afraid.  God 
will  protect  you." 

"Yes,  Mother,"  answered  the  little  girl,  "that'll  be  all  right 
tonight,  but  next  time  let's  make  better  arrangements." 

PROVINCIALISM 

Some  time  ago  an  English  friend  of  Colonel  W.  J.  Lamp- 
ton's  living  in  New  York  and  having  never  visited  the  South, 
went  to  Virginia  to  spend  a  month  with  friends.  After  a  fort- 
night of  it,  he  wrote  back: 

"Oh,  I  say,  old  top,  you  never  told  me  that  the  South  was 
anything  like  I  have  found  it,  and  so  different  to  the  North. 
Why,  man,  it's  God's  country." 

The  Colonel,  who  gets  his  title  from  Kentucky,  answered 
promptly  by  postal. 

"Of  course  it  is,"  he  wrote.  "You  didn't  suppose  God  was 
a  Yankee,  did  you?" 

A  southerner,  with  his  intense  love  for  his  own  district, 
attended  a  banquet.  The  next  day  a  friend  asked  him  who 
was  present.  With  a  reminiscent  smile  he  replied :  "An  ele- 


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gant  gentleman  from  Virginia,  a  gentleman  from  Kentucky, 
a  man  from  Ohio,  a  bounder  from  Chicago,  a  fellow  from  New 
York,  and  a  galoot  from  Maine." 

They  had  driven  fourteen  miles  to  the  lake,  and  then  rowed 
six  miles  across  the  lake  to  get  to  the  railroad  station,  when 
the  Chicago  man  asked : 

v   in  the  world  do  you  get  your  mail  and   newspapers 
hero  in  the   winter  when  the  storms  are  on?" 

lon't  sometimes.  I've  seen  this  lake  thick  up 
so  that  it  was  three  weeks  before  we  got  a  Chicago  paper," 
answered  the  man  from  "nowhere." 

"Well,  you  were  cut  off,"  said  the  Chicago   man. 

"Ya-as,  we  were  so,"  was  the  reply.  "Still,  the  Chicago 
folks  were  just  as  badly  off." 

"How  so?" 

'"\Va-al,"  drawled  the  man,  "we  didn't  know  what  was  going 
on  in  Chicago,  of  course.  But  then,  neither  did  Chicago  folks 
know  what  was  going  on  down  here." 

PUBLIC   SERVICE   CORPORATIONS 

The  attorney  demanded  to  know  how  many  secret  societies 
the  witness  belonged  to,  whereupon  the  witness  objected  and 
appealed  to  the  court. 

"The  court  sees  no  harm  in  the  question,"  answered  the 
judge.  "You  may  ans\ 

"Well,   I   belong  to   three." 

"What   are   they?" 

"The  Knights  of  Pythias,  the  Odd  Fellows,  and  the  gas 
company." 

,  he  had  some  rare  trouble  with  I 

!   oculist.     "Every   time  he  went  to   read  he  would   read 
tie." 

"Poor  fellow,"  remarked  the  sympathetic  person.  "I  sup- 
pose that  interfered  with  his  holding  a  good  position?" 

t  at  all.       The  gas  company  gobbled  him   up   and  gave 
him   a   lucrative  job  reading  gas-meters." 


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PUBLIC  SPEAKERS 

ORATOR — "I  thought  your  paper  was   friendly  to   me?" 
EDITOR — "So  it  is.     What's  the  matter?" 
ORATOR — "I  made  a  speech  at  the  dinner  last  night,  and  you 
didn't  print  a  line  of   it." 

EDITOR — "Well,   what  further  proof   do   you  want?" 

TRAVELING  LECTURER  FOR  SOCIETY  (to  the  remaining  listen- 
er)— "I  should  like  to  thank  you,  sir,  for  so  attentively  hearing 
me  to  the  end  of  a  rather  too  long  speech." 

LOCAL  MEMBER  OF  SOCIETY — "Not  at  all,  sir.  I'm  the  second 
speaker." 

Ex-senator  Spooner  of  Wisconsin  says  the  best  speech  of  in- 
troduction he  ever  heard  was  delivered  by  the  German  mayor 
of  a  small  town  in  Wisconsin,,  where  Spooner  had  been  en- 
gaged to  speak. 

The  mayor  said : 

"Ladies  und  shentlemens,  I  haf  been  asked  to  indrotoose 
you  to  the  Honorable  Senator  Spooner,  who  vill  make  to  you 
a  speech,  yes.  I  haf  now  done  so ;  he  vill  now  do  so." 

"When  I  arose  to  speak,"  related  a  martyred  statesman, 
"some  one  hurled  a  base,  cowardly  egg  at  me  and  it  struck 
me  in  the  chest." 

"And  what  kind  of  an  egg  might  that  be?"  asked  a  fresh 
young  man. 

"A  base,  cowardly  egg,"  explained  the  statesman,  "is  one 
that  hits  you  and  then  runs." 

"Uncle  Joe"  Cannon  has  a  way  of  speaking  his  mind  that 
is  sometimes  embarrassing  to  others.  On  one  occasion  an 
inexperienced  young  fellow  was  called  upon  to  make  a  speech 
at  a  banquet  at  which  ex-speaker  Cannon  was  also  present. 

"Gentlemen,"  began  the  young  fellow,  "my  opinion  is  that 
the  generality  of  mankind  in  general  is  disposed  to  take  advan- 
tage of  the  generality  of — 

"Sit  down,  son,"  interrupted  "Uncle  Joe."  "You  are  com- 
ing out  of  the  same  hole  you  went  in  at." 


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\    Sout'i    African    tribe   has   an    effective    method    ..('    dealing 

with  bores,  which  might  be  adopted  by  Western  peoples.      1  his 

simple  tribe  con.sider>  l"ii-   speeches  injurious  to  the  orator  and 

arers:   so   to  protect  both   there  is   an   unwritten   law   that 

public    orator   must    stand    on    one    leg    only    when    he    is 

addre»in^  an  audience.     As   soon  as  he   has   to   place   the  »ther 

leg  on  the  ground  his  oration  is  brought  to  a  close,  by  main 

force,  if  necessary. 


A  rather  turgid  orator,  noted  for  his  verbosity  and  heavi- 
ness, was  once  assigned  to  do  some  campaigning  in  a  mining 
camp  in  the  mountains.  There  were  about  fifty  miners  pres- 
ent when  he  began ;  but  when,  at  the  end  of  a  couple  of  hours, 
he  gave  no  sign  of  finishing,  his  listeners  dropped  away. 

Some  went  back  to  work,  hut  the  majority  sought  places  to 
quench  their  thirst,  which  had  been  aggravated  by  the~ttryness 
of  the  discourse. 

Finally  there  was  only  one  auditor  left,  a  dilapidated,  weary- 
looking  old  fellow.  Fixinir  hi>  gaze  on  him,  the  orator  pulled 
out  a  large  six-shooter  and  laid  it  on  the  table.  The  old  fellow 
rose  slowly  and  drawled  out: 

"Be  you  going  to  shoot  if  I  go?" 

"You  bet  I  am,"  replied  the  speaker.  "I'm  bound  to  finish  my 
speech,  even  if  I  have  to  shoot  to  keep  an  audience." 

The  old  fellow  sighed  in  a  tired  manner,  and  edged  slowly 
away,  saying  as  he  did  so: 

"Well,  shoot  if  you  want  to.  I  may  jest  as  well  be  shot 
as  talked  to  death." 


The  self-made  millionaire  who  had  endowed  the  school  had 

been  invited  to  make  the  opening  speech  at  the  commencement 

exercises.     lie  had  not  often  had  a  chance  of  speaking  before 

the  public  and  he  was  resolved  to  make  the  most  of  it.     He 

dragged   hi<   address  out  most  tiresomely,   repeating  the   same 

r  and  over.    Unable  to  stand  it  any  longer  a  couple 

of  boys  in  the  rear  of  the  room  slipped  out.    A  coachman  who 

was  waiting  out  d  them  if  the  millionaire  had  finished 

cech. 

"Gee,  yes!"  replied  the  boys,  "but  he  won't  stop." 


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Mark  Twain  once  told  this  story  : 

"Some  years  ago  in  Hartford,  we  all  went  to  church  one 
hot,  sweltering  night  to  hear  the  annual  report  of  Mr.  Hawley, 
a  city  missionary  who  went  around  finding  people  who  needed 
help  and  didn't  want  to  ask  for  it.  He  told  of  the  life  in 
cellars,  where  poverty  resided  ;  he  gave  instances  of  the  hero- 
ism and  devotion  of  the  poor.  When  a  man  with  millions 
gives,  he  said,  we  make  a  great  deal  of  noise.  It's  a  noise 
in  the  wrong  place,  for  it's  the  widow's  mite  that  counts.  Well, 
Hawley  worked  me  up  to  a  great  pitch.  I  could  hardly  wait 
for  him  to  get  through.  I  had  $400  in  my  pocket.  I  wanted 
to  give  that  and  borrow  more  to  give.  You  could  see  green- 
backs in  every  eye.  But  instead  of  passing  the  plate  then,  he 
kept  on  talking  and  talking  and  talking,  and  as  he  talked  it 
grew  hotter  and  hotter  and  hotter,  and  we  grew  sleepier  and 
sleepier  and  sleepier.  My  enthusiasm  went  down,  down,  down, 
down — $100  at  a  clip — until  finally,  when  the  plate  did  come 
around,  I  stole  ten  cents  out  of  it.  It  all  goes  to  show  how 
a  little  thing  like  this  can  lead  to  crime." 

See   also   After   dinner   speeches ;    Candidates ;    Politicians. 

PUNISHMENT 

A  parent  who  evidently  disapproved  of  corporal  punishment 
wrote  the  teacher: 

"Dear  Miss:  Don't  hit  our  Johnnie.  We^never  do  it  at  home 
except  in  self-defense." 

"No,  sirree!"  ejaculated  Bunkerton.  "There  wasn't  any 
of  that  nonsense  in  my  family.  My  father  never  thrashed 
me  in  all  his  life." 

"Too  bad,  too  bad,"  sighed  Hickenlooper.  "Another  wreck 
due  to  a  misplaced  switch." 

James  the  Second,  when  Duke  of  York,  made  a  visit  to  Mil- 
ton, the  poet,  and  asked  him,  among  other  things,  if  he  did 
not  think  the  loss  of  his  sight  a  judgment  upon  him  for  what 
he  had  written  against  his  father,  Charles  the  First.  Mil- 
ton answered:  "If  your  Highness  think  my  loss  of  sight  a 


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<•;//  upon  inc.  what  do  yon  think  of  your  father's  losing 
his  head." — Life. 

A  white  man  during  reconstruction  times  was  arraigned  be- 
fore a  colored  justice  of  the  peace  for  killing  a  man  and  steal- 
ing his  mule.  It  was  in  Arkansas,  near  the  Texas  border,  and 
there  was  some  rivalry  between  the  states,  but  the  colored  jus- 
-ied  always  to  preserve  an  impartial  frame  of  mind. 

"\\Vs  ji'nt  two  kinds  o1>  law  in  dis  yer  co't,"  he  said:  "Texas 
law  an'  Arkansas  law.  Which  will  you  hab?" 

The  prisoner  thought  a  minute  and  then  guessed  that  he 
(1  take  the  Arkansas  law. 

"Urn  I  discharge  you  fo'  stealin'  de  mule,  an'  hang  you 
fo'  killin'  de  man." 

"Hold  on  a  minute,  Jnd^e."  said  the  prisoner.  "Better 
make  that  Texas  law." 

"All  right.  Den  I  fin'  you  fo'  killin'  de  man,  an'  hang  you 
fo'  stealin'  de  mule." 

A  lawyer  was  defending  a  man  accused  of  housebreaking, 
and  said  to  the  court : 

ur  Honor,  I  submit  that  my  client  did  not  break  into 
the  house  at  all.  He  found  the  parlor  window  open  and 
merely  inserted  his  right  arm  and  removed  a  few  trifling  articles. 
Now,  my  client's  arm  is  not  himself,  and  I  fail  to  see  how 
you  can  punish  the  whole  individual  for  an  offense  commit- 
ted by  only  one  of  his  limbs." 

"That  argument,"  said  the  judge,  "is  very  well  put.  Follow- 
ing it  logically,  I  sentence  the  defendant's  arm  to  one  year's 
imprisonment.  He  can  accompany  it  or  not,  as  he  chooses." 

The  defendant  smiled,  and  with  his  lawyer's  assistance  un- 
screwed his  cork  arm,  and,  leaving  it  in  the  dock,  walked 
out. 

Muriel,    a   five-year-old    subject   of   King   George,    ha- 
thought   by   her  parents   too  young  to   feel    tlio    weight   of  the 
i>d  has  been   ruled  by  asion  alone.     But   when, 

the  other  day,  she  achieved   disobedience   three   times   in   five 
minutes,    more    vigorou-.  ei    were   called    for,    and    her 

mother  took   an   ivory   paper-knife    from   the  table  and 


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her  smartly  across  her  little  bare  legs.  Muriel  looked  as- 
tounded. Her  mother  explained  the  reason  for  the  blow. 
Muriel  thought  deeply  for  a  moment.  Then,  turning  toward 
the  door  with  a  grave  and  disapproving  countenance,  she  an- 
nounced in  her  clear  little  English  voice : 

"I'm  going  up-stairs  to  tell  God  about  that  paper-knife. 
And  then  I  shall  tell  Jesus.  And  if  that  doesn't  do,  I  shall 
put  flannel  on  my  legs !" 

During  the  reconstruction  days  of  Virginia,  a  negro  was 
convicted  of  murdering  his  wife  and  sentenced  to  be  hanged. 
On  the  morning  of  the  execution  he  mounted  the  scaffold  with 
reasonable  calmness.  Just  before  the.  noose  was  to  be  placed 
around  his  neck  the  sheriff  asked  him  if  he  had  anything  to 
say.  He  studied  a  moment  and  said: 

"No,  suh,  boss,  thankee,  suh,  'ceptin'  dis  is  sho  gwine  to  be 
a  lesson  to  me." 

"What    punishment    did    that   defaulting   banker    get?" 
"I   understand   his   lawyer  charged   him   $40,000." 

An  Indian  in  Washington  County  once  sized  up  Maine's 
game  laws  thus:  "Kill  cow  moose,  pay  $100;  kill  man,  too 
bad !" 

TEACHER — "Willie,  did  your  father  cane  you  for  what  you 
did  in  school  yesterday?" 

PUPIL — "No,  ma'am ;  he  said  the  licking  would  hurt  him 
more  than  it  would  me." 

TEACHER — "What  rot!     Your  father  is  too  sympathetic." 

PUPIL — "No,  ma'am;  but  he's  got  the  rheumatism  in  both 
arms." 

"Boohoo!  Boohoo!"  wailed  little  Johnny. 

"Why,  what's  the  matter,  dear?"  his  mother  asked  com- 
fortingly. 

"Boohoo — er — p-picture   fell  on   papa's  toes." 

"Well,  dear,  that's  too  bad,  but  you  mustn't  cry  about  it, 
you  know." 

"I  d-d-didn't.     I  laughed.     Boohoo !   Boohoo !" 


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The  fact  that  corporal  punishment  is  discouraged  in  the 
public  schools  of  Chicago  is  what  led  Bobby's  teacher  to 
•address  this  note  to  the  boy's  mother: 

DEAR  MADAM  : — I  regret  very  much  to  have  to  tell  you 
that  your  son,  Robert,  idles  away  his  time,  is  disobedient,  quar- 
relsome, and  disturbs  the  pupils  who  are  trying  to  study  their 
lessons.  He  needs  a  good  whipping  and  I  strongly  recommend 
that  you  give  him  one. 

Yours  truly, 

Miss  BLANK. 

To  this  Bobby's  mother   responded  as  follows : 
DEAR    Miss    BLANKS — Lick   him   yourself.     I    ain't    mad    at 
him. 

Yours  truly, 

MRS.  DASH. 

A  little  fellow  who  was  being  subjected  to  a  whipping 
pinched  his  father  under  the  knee.  "Willie,  you  bad  boy!  How 
dare  you  do  that?"  asked  his  parent  wrathfully. 

A  pause.  Then  Willie  answered  between  sobs:  "Well, 
Father,  who  started  this  war,  anyway?" 

A  little  girl  about  three  years  old  was  sent  upstairs  and 
told  to  sit  on  a  certain  chair  that  was  in  the  corner  of  her 
room,  as  a  punishment  for  something  she  had  done  but  a  few 
minutes  before. 

Soon  the  silence  was  broken  by  the  little  one's  question: 
"Mother,  may  I  come  down  now?" 

"No,  you  sit  right  where  you  are." 

"All  ri.eht.  Vntisc  I'm  sittin'  on  your  best  hat." 

It   is  less  to  suffer  punishment   than   to  deserve   it. — Ovid. 


If  Jupiter  hurled  his   thunderbolt  as   often   as  men  sinned, 
he  would  soon  be  out  of  thunderbolts. — Ovid. 


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PUNS 

A  father  once  said  to  his  son, 
"The  next  time  you  make  up  a  pun, 

Go  out  in  the  yard 

And  kick  yourself  hard, 
And    I    will    begin    when   you've    done." 

PURE  FOOD 

Into  a  general  store  of  a  town  in  Arkansas  there  recently 
came  a  darky  complaining  that  a  ham  which  he  had  purchased 
there  was  not  good. 

"The  ham  is  all  right,  Zeph,"  insisted  the  storekeeper. 

"No,  it  ain't  boss,"  insisted  the  negro.  "Dat  ham's  shore 
bad." 

"How  can  that  be,"  continued  the  storekeeper,  "when  it  was 
cured  only  a  week?" 

The  darky  scratched  his  head  reflectively/ and  finally  sug- 
gested : 

"Den,  mebbe  it's  had   a  relapse." 

On  a  recent  trip  to  Germany,  Doctor  Harvey  Wiley,  the 
pure-food  expert,  heard  an  allegory  with  reference  to  the 
subject  of  food  adulteration  which,  he  contends,  should  cause 
Americans  to  congratulate  themselves  that  tilings  are  so  well 
ordered  in  this  respect  in  the  United  States. 

The  German   allegory   was   substantially   as   follows : 

Four  flies,  which  had  made  their  way  into  a  certain  pantry, 
determined  to  have  a  feast. 

One  flew  to  the  sugar  and  ate  heartily;  but  soon  died,  for 
the  sugar  was  full  of  white  lead. 

The  second  chose  the  flour  as  his  diet,  but  he  fared  no 
better,  for  the  flour  was  loaded  with  plaster  of  Paris. 

The  third  sampled  the  syrup,  but  his  six  legs  were  presently 
raised  in  the  air,  for  the  syrup  was  colored  with  aniline  dyes. 

The  fourth  fly,  seeing  all  his  friends  dead,  determined  to 
end  his  life  also,  and  drank  deeply  of  the  fly-poison  which  he 
found  in  a  convenient  saucer. 

He  is  still  alive  and  in  good  health.  That,  too,  was  adul- 
terated, 


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QUARRELS 

"But   why    did  you  leave  your  last  place?"   the   lady   asked 
of  the   would-be  cook. 

tell  the  truth,  mum,  I  just  couldn't  stand  the  way  the 
master    an'    the    missus    used    to    quarrel,    mum." 

r   me!    Do  you   mean   to   say   that  they   actually   used 
to  quarrel?" 

mum.   all    the  time.     When   it   wasn't  me  an'  him.   it 
me  an'  her." 

"I    hear  ye  had   words  with  Casey." 
"\Ve    had    no    words." 
"Then  nothing  passed  between   ye?" 
othing  but  one  brick." 

There  had  been  a  wordy  falling-out  between  Mrs.  Hallo- 
ran  and  Mrs.  Donohue;  there  had  been  words;  nay,  more,  there 
had  been  language.  Mrs.  Halloran  had  gone  to  church  early 
in  the  morning,  had  fulfilled  the  duties  of  her  religion,  and 
was  returning  primly  home,  when  Mrs.  Donohue  spied  her, 
-till  smouldering  with  volcanic  fire,  sent  a  broadside  of 
lalloran.  The  latter  heard,  flushed,  opened  her 
lips — and  then  suddenly  checked  herself.  After  a  moment  she 
spoke:  "Mr-.  Donohue.  I've  just  been  to  church,  and  I'm  in  a 
state  of  grace.  But,  plnze  Hivin,  the  next  time  I  meet  yez, 
I  won't  be,  and  thin  I'll  till  yez  what  I  think  of  yez!" 

uarrcl    is   quickly    settled    when    deserted   by   one    party: 
there  is  no  battle  unless  there  be  two. — Seneca. 

Sec  also   Marriage;   Servants. 


QUESTIONS 

The  more  quest!'"  the   fewer   answers   she 

remembers. — Wasp. 

It   was  a  very  hot   day  and   the    fat    drummer    who   wanted 
the  twelve-twenty  train   got    -  \\elve- 


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twenty-one.  The  ensuing  handicap  was  watched  with  absorbed 
interest  both  from  the  train  and  the  station  platform.  At  its 
conclusion  the  breathless  and  perspiring  knight  of  the  road 
wearily  took  the  back  trail,  and  a  vacant-faced  "red-cap"  came 
out  to  relieve  him  of  his  grip. 

"Mister,"  he  inquired,  "was  you  tryin'  to  ketch  that  Penn- 
sylvania train?" 

"No,  my  son,"  replied  the  patient  man.  "No;  I  was  mere- 
ly chasing  it  out  of  the  yard." 

A  party  of  young  men  were  camping,  and  to  avert  annoy- 
ing questions  they  made  it  a  rule  that  the  one  who  asked  a 
question  that  he  could  not  answer  himself  had  to  do  the 
cooking. 

One  evening,  while  sitting  around  the  fire,  one  of  the 
boys  asked :  "Why  is  it  that  a  ground-squirrel  never  leaves 
any  dirt  at  the  mouth  of  its  burrow?" 

They  all  guessed  and  missed.  So  he  was  asked  to  answer 
it  himself. 

"Why,"  he  said,  "because  it  always  begins  to  dig  at  the 
other  end  of  the  hole." 

"But,"  one  asked,  "how  does  it  get  to  the  other  end  of 
the  hole?" 

"Well,"   was  the  reply,   "that's   your  question." 

A  browbeating  lawyer  was  demanding  that  a  witness  answer 
a  certain  question  either  in  the  negative  or  affirmative. 

"I  cannot  do  it,"  said  the  witness.  "There  are  some  ques- 
tions that  cannot  be  answered  by  a  'yes'  or  a  'no/  as  any  one 
knows." 

"I  defy  you  to  give  an  example  to  the  court,"  thundered  the 
lawyer. 

The  retort  came  like  a  flash :  "Are  you  still  beating  your 
wife?" 

Officers  have  a  right  to  ask  questions  in  the  performance 
of  their  duty,  but  there  are  occasions  when  it  seems  as  if 
they  might  curtail  or  forego  the  privilege.  Not  long  ago  an 
Irishman  whose  hand  had  been  badly  mangled  in  an  accident 
entered  the  Boston  City  Hospital  relief  station  in  a  great 


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hurry.     He   stepped   up  to  tlie  man  in  charge  and  inquired: 

this  the   relief   station,    sor?" 
"Yes.     What  is  your   name?" 
"Patrick   O'Connor,   sor." 

•e  you   married?"   questioned   the  officer. 

,   sor,  but  is  this  the  relief  station?"     He   was   nursing 
his  hand  in  agony. 

"Of  course  it  is.     How   many  children  have  you?" 
.,rht,  sor.     But  sure,  this  is  the  relief  station?" 

eplied  the  officer,   a   little  angry  at  the   man's 
persistence. 

"Well,"  said  Patrick,  "sure,  an'  I  was  beginning  to  think 
that  it  might  be  the  pumping  station  " 

The  sages  say,   Dame  Truth  delights  to  dwell 
(Strange  Mansion!)   in  the  bottom  of  a  well: 
(Juesti'ins  are  then  the  Windlass  and  the  rope 
That  pull  the  grave  old  Gentlewoman  up. 

— John   Wolcott. 

Sec  also  Curiosity. 

QUOTATIONS 

Stanley  Jordan,  the  well-known  Episcopal  minister,  having 
cause  to  be  anxious  about  his  son's  college  examinations,  told 
him  to  telegraph  the  result.  The  boy  sent  the  following  mes- 
sage to  his  parent:  "Hymn  342,  fifth  verse,  last  two  lines." 
Looking  it  up  the  father  found  the  words:  "Sorrow  van- 
quished, labor  ended,  Jordan  passed." 

RACE  PREJUDICES 

A  negro  preacher  in  a  southern  town  was  edified  on  one 
occasion  by  the  recital  of  a  dream  had  by  a  member  of  the 
church. 

"I    was   a-dreamin'    all    dis    time,"    said   the    narrator,   "dat 
in  ole  Satan's  dominions.     I  tell  you,  pahson,  dat  was 
shore  a  bad  dream!" 

•is  derc  any  white  men  dcrc?"  asked  thr  du-ky  di\ 
"Shore    dere    was— plenty 


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"What  was  dey  a-doin'?" 

"Ebery  one  of  'em,"  was  the  answer,  "was  a-holdin'  a  cul- 
lud  pusson  between  him  an'  de  fire!" 

RACE  PRIDE 

Sam  Jones,  the  evangelist,  was  leading,  a  revival  meeting 
in  Huntsville,  Texas,  a  number  of  years  ago,  and  at  the  close 
of  one  of  the  services  an  old  negro  woman  pushed  her  way 
up  through  the  crowd  to  the  edge  of  the  pulpit  platform.  Sam 
took  the  perspiring  black  hand  that  was  held  out  to  him,  and 
heard  the  old  woman  say:  "Brudder  Jones,  you  sho'  is  a  fine 
preacher!  Yes,  suh ;  de  Lord  bless  you.  You's  des  everybody's 
preacher.  You's  de  white  folks'  preacher,  and  de  niggers' 
preacher,  and  everybody's  preacher.  Brudder  Jones,  yo'  skin's 
white,  but,  thank  de  Lord,  yo'  heart's  des  as  black  as  any 


nigger  s 


An  Irishman  and  a  Jew  were  discussing  the  great  men  who 
had  belonged  to  each  race  and,  as  may  be  expected,  got  into 
a  heated  argument.  Finally  the  Irishman  said: 

"Ikey,  listen.  For  ivery  great  Jew  ye  can  name  ye  may 
pull  out  one  of  me  whiskers,  an'  for  ivery  great  Irishman  I 
can  name  I'll  pull  one  of  yours.  Is  it  a  go?" 

They  consented,  and  Pat  reached  over,  got  hold  of  a  whisker, 
said,  "Robert  Emmet,"  and  pulled. 

"Moses !"   said   the  Jew,   and  pulled   one  of   Pat's  tenderast. 

"Dan  O'Connell,"  said  Pat  and  took  another. 

"Abraham,"    said    Ikey,   helping    himself    again. 

"Patrick  Henry,"  returned  Pat  with  a  vicious  yank. 

"The  Twelve  Apostles,"  said  the  Jew,  taking  a  handful  of 
whiskers. 

Pat  emitted  a  roar  of  pain,  grasped  the  Jew's  beard  with 
both  hands,  and  yelled,  "The  ancient  Order  of  Hibernians !" 

RACE    SUICIDE 

"Prisoner,  why  did  you  assault  this  landlord?" 
"Your   Honor,   because   I    have   several   children   he   refused 
to  rent  me  a  flat." 


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I,  that  is  his  privilege." 

ir  Honor,  he  calls  his  apartment  house  The  Roose- 
velt.' " 


RACES 

In  answer  to  the  question,  "What  are  the  five  great  races 
of  mankind?"  a  Chinese  student  replied,  "The  100  yards,  the 
hurdles,  the  quartermile,  the  mile,  and  the  three  miles." 

"Now,  Thomas,"  said  the  foreman  of  the  construction  gang 
to  a  green  hand  who  had  just  been  put  on  the  job,  "keep  your 
eyes  open.  When  you  see  a  train  coming  throw  down  your 
tools  and  jump  off  the  track.  Run  like  blazes." 

"Sure!"  said  Thomas,  and  began  to  swing  his  pick.  In  a 
tVw  moments  the  Empire  State  Express  came  whirling  along. 
Thomas  threw  down  his  pick  and  started  up  the  track  ahead 
of  the  train  as  fast  as  he  could  run.  The  train  overtook  him 
and  tossed  him  into  a  ditch.  Badly  shaken  up  he  was  taken 
to  the  hospital,  where  the  foreman  visited  him. 

"You  blithering  idiot,"  said  the  foreman,  "didn't  I  tell  you 
to  get  out  of  the  road?  Didn't  I  tell  you  to  take  care  and  get 
out  of  the  way?  Why  didn't  you  run  up  the  side  of  the  hill?" 

"Up  the  soide  of  the  hill  is  it,  sor?"  said  Thomas  through 
the  bandages  on  his  face.  "Up  the  soide  of  the  hill?  Be  the 
powers,  I  couldn't  bate  it  on  the  level,  let  alone  runniii'  up- 
hill!" 

RAILROADS 

'k  'bout  railroads  hcin'  a  !>!•  .ii«l   Brother  Dickey, 

"des  look  at  de  loads  an'  loads  cr  watermelons  deys  haulin' 
out  <lc  state,  tcr  dem  folks  'way  up  North  what  never  done 
nuthin'  ter  deserve  sich  a  dispensation!" 

On   one  of  the  southern   railroads   tlicre   is   a   station-build- 
ing  that    is  commonly  known   by   •  c   smallest   rail- 
tation   in    Aim-rira.      It   is  of  this   station   that  the  story 


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is  told  that  an  old  farmer  was  expecting  a  chicken-house  to 
arrive  there,  and  he  sent  one  of  his  hands,  a  newcomer,  to 
fetch  it.  Arriving  there  the  man  saw  the  house,  loaded  it  on 
to  his  wagon  and  started  for  home.  On  the  way  he  met  a 
man  in  uniform  with  the  words  "Station  Agent"  on  his  cap. 

"Say,  hold  on.  What  have  you  got  on  that  wagon?"  he 
asked. 

"My  chicken-house,   of   course,"   was  the   reply. 

"Chicken-house  be  jiggered!"  exploded  the  official.  "That's 
the  station!" 

"I  read  of  the  terrible  vengeance  inflicted  upon  one  of  their 
members  by  a  band  of  robbers  in   Mississippi  last  week." 
"What  did  they  do?     Shoot  him?" 
"No ;  they  tied  him  upon  the  railroad  tracks." 
"Awful!     And  he  was  ground  to  pieces,   I   suppose?" 
"Nothing  like   it.     The  poor   fellow   starved  to  death   wait- 
ing for  the  next  train." — W.  Dayton  Wegefarth. 

The  reporter  who  had  accompanied  the  special  train  to  the 
scene  of  the  wreck,  hurried  down  the  embankment  and  found 
a  man  who  had  one  arm  in  a  sling,  a  bandage  over  one  eye, 
his  front  teeth  gone,  and  his  nose  knocked  four  points  to 
starboard,  sitting  on  a  piece  of  the  locomotive  and  surveying 
the  horrible  ruin  all  about  him. 

''Can  you  give  me  some  particulars  of  this  accident?" 
asked  the  reporter,  taking  out  his  notebook. 

"I  haven't  heard  of  any  accident,  young  man,"  replied  the 
disfigured  party  stiffly. 

He  was  one  of  the  directors  of  the  railroad. 

The  Hon.  John  Sharp  Williams  had  an  engagement  to 
speak  in  a  small  southern  town.  The  train  he  was  traveling 
on  was  not  of  the  swiftest,  and  he  lost  no  opportunity  of  keep- 
ing the  conductor  informed  as  to  his  opinions  of  that  particular 
road. 

"Well,  if  yer  don't  like  it,"  the  conductor  finally  blurted  out, 
"why  in  thunder  don't  yer  git  out  an'  walk?" 

"I  would,"  Mr.  Williams  blandly  replied,  "but  you  see  the 
committee  doesn't  expect  me  until  this  train  gets  in." 


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were  bounding  along,"  said  a  recent  traveler  on  a 
local  South  African  MiiiJe-line  railuay.  "at  the  rate  of  about 
seven  miles  an  hour,  and  the  whole  train  was  shaking  terribly. 
I  expected  every  moment  to  sec  my  bones  protruding  through 
my  skin.  Passengers  were  rolling  from  one  end  of  the  car 
to  the  other.  I  held  on  firmly  to  the  arms  of  the  seat.  Pres- 
ently we  settled  down  a  bit  quieter;  at  least,  I  could  keep  my 
hat  on,  and  my  teeth  didn't  chatter. 

"There  was  a  quiet  looking  man  opposite  me.  I  looked  up 
with  a  ghastly  smile,  wishing  to  appear  cheerful,  and  said: 

"  'We  are  going  a  bit  smoother,  I  see.' 

"Yes,1  he  siid,  'we're  off  the  track  now.'" 

Three  men  were  talking  in  rather  a  large  way  as  to  the 
excellent  train  service  each  had  in  his  special  locality:  one  was 
from  the  west,  one  from  New  England,  and  the  other 
from  New  York.  The  former  two  men  had  told  of  marvelous 
doings  of  trains,  and  it  was  distinctly  "up"  to  the  man  from 
New  York. 

\v  in  New  York,"  he  said,  "we  not  only  run  our  trains 
fast,  but  we  also  start  them   fast.     I  remember  the  case  of  a 
friend  of  mine  whose  wife   went  to  see  him  off  for  the  west 
on  the  Pennsylvania  at  Jersey  City.     As  the  train  was  about  to 
start  my  friend  said  his  final  good -by  to  his  wife,  and   leaned 
from  the  car  platform  to  ki-  her.    The  train  started,  and, 
would  you  believe  it,  my  friend  found  himself  kissing  a  strange 
woman  on   the  platform  at   Trenton!" 
1    the  other   men    gave   up. 

"Say,  young  man,"   asked   an   old   lady   at   the   ticket-office, 
"what  time  does  the  next  train  pull  in  here  and  how  long  does 
iy?" 

n   two   to   two   to   two-two,"    was    the  curt    reply. 
"Well.  I  declare!    Be  you  the  whistle?" 

An  express  on  the  Long  Island  Railroad  was  tearing  away 

at  a   wild  and  of   -.jx    miles   an  hour,    when 

all  of  a   Midden  it  stopped  altogether.     Most  of  the  pass< 

di'l  not  notice  the  difference ;  but  one  of  them  happened  to  be 

to    reach    his    destination    before    old    age 


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claimed  him  for  its  own.  He  put  his  head  through  the  window 
to  lind  that  the  cause  of  the  stop  was  a  cow  on  the  track.  After 
a  while  they  continued  the  journey  for  half  an  hour  or  so, 
and  then — another  stop. 

"What's  wrong  now?"  asked  the  impatient  passenger  of  the 
conductor. 

"A  cow  on  the  track." 

"But  I  thought  you  drove  it  off." 

"So  we  did,"  said  the  conductor,  "but  we  caught  up  with 
it  again." 


The  president  of  one  great  southern  railway  pulled  into  a 
southern  city  in  his  private  car.  It  was  also  the  terminal  of 
a  competing  road,  and  the  private  car  of  the  president  of  the 
other  line  was  on  a  side  track.  There  was  great  rivalry  be- 
tween these  two  lines,  which  extended  from  the  president  of 
each  down  to  the  most  humble  employee.  In  the  evening  the 
colored  cook  from  one  of  the  cars  wandered  over  to  pass 
the  time  of  day  with  the  cook  on  the  other  car. 

One  of  these  roads  had  recently  had  an  appalling  list  of 
accidents,  and  the  death-toll  was  exceptionally  high.  The  cook 
from  this  road  sauntered  up  to  the  back  platform  of  the  private 
car,  and  after  an  interchange  of  courtesies  said: 

"Well,  how  am  youh  ole  jerkwatah  railroad  these  days? 
Am  you  habbing  prosper's  times?" 

"Man,"  said  the  other,  "we-all  am  so  prosperous  that  if 
we  was  any  moah  prosperous  we  just  naturally  couldn't  stand 
hit." 

"Hough !"  said  the  other,  "we-all  am  moah  prosperous  than 
you-all." 

"Man,"  said  the  other,  "we  dun  carry  moah'n  a  million 
passengers  last  month." 

"Foah  de  Lawd's  sake !"  ejaculated  the  first  negro.  "You-all 
carried  moahn'  a  million  passengers?  Go  on  with  you,  nigger; 
we  dun  kill  moah  passengers  than  you  carry." 


It  was  on  a  little  branch   railway   in  a  southern  state  that 
the   New  England   woman  ventured  to  refer  to  the   high  rates. 


T     l<  '  S     II  A          H      O 

"It  seems  to  me  five  cents  a  mile  is  extortion,"  she  said,  with 
frankness,  to  her  southern  cousin. 

"It's  a  big  lot  of  money  to  pay  if  you  think  of  it  by  the 
mile,"  said  the  southerner,  in  her  soft  drawl;  "but  you  just 
think  how  cheap  it  is  by  the  hour,  Cousin  Annie — only  about 
thirty-five  cents." — Youth's  Companion. 

RAPID  TRANSIT 

One  cold,  wintry  morning  a  man  of  tall  and  angular  build 
alking  clown  a  steep  hill  at  a  quick  pace.     A  treacherous 
piece  of  ice  under  the  snow  caused  him  to  lose  control  of  his 
feet;  he  began  to  slide  and  was  unable  to  stop. 

At  a  cross-street  half-way  down  the  decline  he  encountered 
a  large,  heavy  woman,  with  her  arms  full  of  bundles.  The 
meeting  was  sudden,  and  before  either  realized  it  a  collision 
ensued  and  both  were  sliding  down  hill,  a  grand  ensemble — 
the  thin  man  underneath,  the  fat  woman  and  bundles  on  top. 
When  the  bottom  was  reached  and  the  woman  was  trying  in 
vain  to  recover  her  breath  and  her  feet,  these  faint  words  were 
borne  to  her  ear: 

"don  me.  madam,  hut  you  will  have  to  get  off  here.  This 
is  as  far  as  I  go." 

READING 

I '.«»<»ks    and    reading. 

Rl    \  NTS 

Little  Xelly  told  little  Anita  what  slu-  termed  a  "little 
fib." 

.  and  a  story  is  tin 

my   fat  In  :  and  my  father 

re  if  he  ; 

ami   ho  kn  M   lyiiuj   limn   your   fall 


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REALISM 

The  storekeeper  at  Vount,  Idaho,  tells  the  following  tale  of 
Ole  Olson,  who  later  became  the  little  town's  mayor. 

"One  night,  just  before  closin'  up  time,  Ole,  hatless,  coat- 
less,  and  breathless,  come  rushin'  into  the  store,  an'  droppin' 
on  his  knees  yelled,  'Yon,  Yon,  hide  me,  hide  me!  Ye  sheriff's 
after  me!' 

"  'I've  no  place  to   hide  you  here,   Ole,'   said   I. 

"  'You    moost,    you    moost !'    screamed    Ole. 

"  'Crawl  into  that  gunny-sack  then,'  said  I. 

"He'd  no   more'n  gotten   hid   when  in   runs  the   sheriff. 

"  'Seen  Ole?'  said  he. 

"  'Don't   see   him   here,'   said   I,    without   lyin'. 

"Then  the  sheriff  went  a-nosin'  round  an'  pretty  soon  he 
spotted  the  gunny-sack  over  in  the  corner. 

"'What's  in  here?'  said  he. 

"  'Oh,  just  some  old  harness  and   sleigh-bells,'  said   I. 

"With  that  he  gives  in  an  awful  boot. 

"  'Yingle,  yingle,  yingle !'  moaned  Ole. 

MOTHER — "Tommy,  if  you're  pretending  to  be  an  automobile, 
I  wish  you'd  run  over  to  the  store  and  get  me  some  butter." 

TOMMY — "I'm  awful  sorry,  Mother,  but  I'm  all  out  of  gaso- 
line."— Judge. 

"Children,"  said  the  teacher,  instructing  the  class  in  com- 
position, "you  should  not  attempt  any  flights  of  fancy;  simply 
be  yourselves  and  write  what  is  in  you.  Do  not  imitate  any 
other  person's  writings  or  draw  inspiration  from  outside 
sources." 

As  a  result  of  this  advice  Tommy  Wise  turned  out  the  fol- 
lowing composition:  "We  should  not  attempt  any  flights  of 
fancy,  but  write  what  is  in  us.  In  me  there  is  my  stummick, 
lungs,  hart,  liver,  two  apples,  one  piece  of  pie,  one  stick  of 
lemon  candy  and  my  dinner." 

"A  great  deal  of  fun  has  been  poked  at  the  realistic  school 
of  art,"  says  a  New  York  artist,  "and  it  must  be  confessed  that 
some  ground  has  been  given  to  the  enemy.  Why,  there  recently 


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came   to  my    notice    a    picture    of    an    A.ssyrian    bath,   done    l>y    a 
Chicago  man,  ami   so  careful   was  he  of  all  the  details  that  the 
hanging    up    were    all    marked    'Xehuchadnex/ar'    in    the 
corner,  in  cuneiform  characters.'* 

RECALL 

SUNDAY  SCHOOL  TEACHER— "Johnny,  what  is  the  text  from 
Judges?" 

JOHNNY — "I    don't  believe  in   recalling  the  judiciary,  mum." 

"Senator,  why  don't  you  unpack  your  trunk?  You'll  be  in 
Washington  for  six  years." 

*  1  don't  know  about  that.     My  state  has  the  recall." 

RECOMMENDATIONS 

A  firm  of  shady  outside  London  brokers  was  prosecuted 
for  swindling.  In  acquitting  them  the  court,  with  great  sever- 
ity, said : 

"  1  here  is  not  sufficient  evidence  to  convict  you,  but  if 
anyone  wishes  to  know  my  opinion  of  you  I  hope  that  they 
will  refer  to  me." 

Next  day  the  firm's  advertisement  appeared  in  every  avail- 
able medium  with  the  following,  well  displayed:  "Reference 
as  to  probity,  by  special  permission,  the  Lord  Chief  Justice 
of  England." 

IRESS — "Have  you   a   reference?" 

BRIDGET— "Foine ;  oi  held  the  poker  over  her  till  I  got 
it." 

There  is  a  story  of  a  Scotch  gentleman  who  had  to  dismiss 
his  gardener  for  dishonesty.  For  the  sake  of  the  man's  wife 
and  family,  however,  he  gave  him  a  "character,"  and  framed 
it  in  this  way:  "I  hereby  certify  that  A.  B.  has  been  my  garden- 
er for  over  two  years,  and  that  during  that  time  he  got  more 
out  of  the  garden  than  any  man  I  ever  employed." 

The  buxom  maid  had  been  hinting  that  she  did  not  think 
much  of  working  out,  and  this  in  conjunction  with  the  nightly 


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appearance  of  a  rather  sheepish  young  man  caused  her  mis- 
tre>-  much  apprehension. 

"Martha,  is  it  posssible  that  you  are  thinking  of  getting 
married?" 

"Yes'm,"    admitted    Martha,    blushing. 

"Not  that  young  fellow  who  has  been  calling  on  you  lately?" 

"Yes'm,  he's  the  one." 

"But  you  have  only  known  him  a  few  days." 

"Three  weeks  come  Thursday,"  corrected  Martha. 

"Do  you  think  that  is  long  enough  to  know  a  man  before 
taking  such  an  important  step?" 

"Well,"  answered  Martha  with  spirit,  "'tain't  's  if  he  was 
some  new  feller.  He's  well  recommended ;  a  perfectly  lovely 
girl  I  know  was  engaged  to  him  for  a  long  while." 

An  Englishman  and  an  Irishman  went  to  the  captain  of  a 
ship  bound  for  America  and  asked  permission  to  work  their 
passage  over.  The  captain  consented,  but  asked  the  Irishman 
for  references  and  let  the  Englishman  go  on  without  them. 
This  made  the  Irishman  angry  and  he  planned  to  get  even. 

One  day  when  they  were  washing  off  the  deck,  the  Eng- 
lishman leaned  far  over  the  rail,  dropped  the  bucket,  and  was 
just  about  to  haul  it  up  when  a  huge  wave  came  and  pulled 
him  overboard.  The  Irishman  stopped  scrubbing,  went  over 
to  the  rail  and,  seeing  the  Englishman  had  disappeared,  went 
to  the  Captain  and  said :  "Perhaps  yez  remember  whin  I  shipped 
aboard  this  vessel  ye  asked  me  for  riferences  and  let  the  Eng- 
lishman come  on  widout  thim?" 

The    Captain   said :   "Yes,   I   remember." 

"Well,  ye've  been  decaved,"  said  the  Irishman ;  "he's  gone 
off  wid  yer  pail!" 

RECONCILIATIONS 

"Yes,   I  quarreled   with  my  wife  about  nothing." 

"Why  don't  you  make  up?" 

"I'm  going  to.    All  I'm  worried  about  now  is  the  indemnity." 

REFORMERS 

LOUISE — "The   man   that    Edith   married   is   a   reformer." 
JULIA — "How  did  he   lose  his  money  T'— Judge. 


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He  was  earnestly  but  prosily  orating  at  the  audience.  "1 
want  land  reform,"  he  wound  up,  "I  want  housing  reform,  I 
want  educational  reform,  I  want " 

And  said  a  bored  voice  in  the  audience:   "Chloroform." 

The  young  woman  sat  before  her  glass  and  gazed  long  and 
earnestly  at  the  reflection  there.  She  screwed  up  her  face 
in  many  ways.  She  fluffed  her  hair  and  then  smoothed  it 
clown  again :  she  raised  her  eyes  and  lowered  them ;  she  showed 
her  teeth  and  she  pressed  her  lips  tightly  together.  At  last 
she  got  up,  with  a  weary  sigh,  and  stud: 

"It's  no  use.     I'll  be  some  kind  of  reformer." 

REGRETS 

A  \e\\j)ort  man  who  was  invited  to  a  house  party  at  Bar 
Harbor,  telegraphed  to  the  hostess:  "Regret  I  can't  come.  Lie 
follows  by  post." 

r  the  death  of  Lord   Houghton,  there  was  found  in  his 
correspondence  the  following  reply  to  a  dinner  invitation:  "Mrs. 
-  presents  her  compliments   to  Lord    Houghton.      Her   hus- 
band died  •  lay,  otherwise  he  would   have  l>c-rn  delighted 
to  dine  with  Lord   Houghton  on   Thursday  n< 

A  young  woman  prominent  in  the  social  set  of  an  Ohio  town 
tells  of  a  young  man   there   who  had   not   familiarized  himself 
with   the  forms  of  polite  correspondence   to  the   fullest   « 
When,  on   one  occasion,   he   found    it   necessary   to   decline   an 
invitation,  he  did  so  in  the  following  terms: 

"Mr.    Henry  Blank  declines   with   pleasun  Yood'l   in- 

vitation for  the  nineteenth,  and  thanks  her  extremely  for  hav- 
ing given  him  the  opportunity  of  doing  so." 

RE!  l.S 

funeral  proo  village  street 

d   out   of   a   store.     He   hadn't    heard 

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"Sho,"   said  Uncle  Abe,  "who  they  bury  in'  today?" 

"Pore  old  Tite  Harrison,"  said  the  storekeeper. 

"Sho,"  said  Uncle  Abe.  "Tite  Harrison,  hey?  Is  Tite 
dead?" 

"You  don't  think  we're  rehearsin'  with  him,  do  you?" 
snapped  the  storekeeper. 

RELATIVES 

"It  is  hard,  indeed,"  said  the  melancholy  gentleman,  "to 
lose  one's  relatives." 

"Hard?"  snorted  the  gentleman  of  wealth.  "Hard?  It  is 
impossible !" 

RELIGIONS 

When  Bishop  Phillips  Brooks  sailed  from  America  on  his 
last  trip  to  Europe,  a  friend  jokingly  remarked  that  while 
abroad  he  might  discover  some  new  religion  to  bring  home 
with  him.  "But  be  careful  of  it,  Bishop  Brooks,"  remarked 
a  listening  friend;  "it  may  be  difficult  to  get  your  new  religion 
through  the  Custom  House." 

"I  guess  not,"  replied  the  Bishop,  laughingly,  "for  we  may 
take  it  for  granted  that  any  new  religion  popular  enough  to 
import  will  have  no  duties  attached  to  it." 

At  a  recent  conference  of  Baptists,  Methodists,  and  Eng- 
lish Friends,  in  the  city  of  Chengtu,  China,  two  Chinamen 
were  heard  discussing  the  three  denominations.  One  of  them 
said  to  the  other: 

"They  say  these  denominations  have  different  beliefs.  Just 
what  is  the  difference  between  them?" 

"Oh,"  said  the  other,  "Not  much !  Big  washee,  little  washee, 
no  washee,  that  is  all." 

A  recent  book  on  Russia  relates  the  story  of  the  anger  of 
the  Apostle  John  because  a  certain  peasant  burned  no  tapers 
to  his  ikon,  but  honored,  instead,  the  ikon  of  Apostle  Peter 
in  St.  John's  own  church.  The  two  apostles  talked  it  over  as 


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they    walked   the   fields   near    Kieff,   and   Apostle   John   decided 
nd    a    terrible    storm    t<»    de>tmy   the    just    ripe    d»rn    <>i   the 
peasant.      His   decision   was  carried  out,  and   the  next  day   he 
met   Apostle  Peter  and  boasted  of  his  punishing  wrath. 

And  Apostle  Peter  only  laughed.  "Ai.  yi,  \i,  Apostle  John." 
he  said,  "what  a  mess  you've  made  of  it.  I  stepped  around, 
saw  my  friend,  and  told  him  what  you  were  going  to  do,  so 
he  sold  his  corn  to  the  priest  of  your  church." 


The  priest. of  a  New  York  parish  met  one  of  his  parish- 
ioners, who  had  long  been  out  of  work,  and  asked  him  wheth- 
er he  had  found  anything  to  do.  The  man  grinned  with  infinite 
satisfaction,  and  replied : 

M    indade,    yer    Riverincc,    an'    a    foine   job    too!      Oi'm 
gettin'  three  dollars  a  day  fur  pullin'  down  a  Prodesant  church !" 


A  man  addicted  to  walking  in  his  sleep  went  to  bed  all 
right  one  night,  but  when  he  awoke  he  found  himself  on  the 
street  in  the  grasp  of  a  policeman.  "Hold  on,"  he  cried,  "y°u 
mu-tn't  arrest  me.  I'm  a  somnambulist."  To  which  the  po- 
liceman replied :  "I  don't  care  what  your  religion  is — yer  can't 
walk  the  streets  in  yer  nightshirt." 


The  friendship  existing  between  Father  Kelly  and  Rabhi  I.evi 
is  proof  against  differences  in  race  and  religion.  Each  distin- 
guished for  his  learning,  his  eloquence  and  his  wit :  and  they 
delight  in  chaffing  each  other.  They  were  seated  opposite  each 
other  at  a  banquet  where  some  delicious  roast  ham  was  served 
and  Father  Kelly  made  comments  upon  its  flavor.  Presently 
he  leaned  forward  and  in  a  voice  that  carried  far,  he  addressed 
his  friend: 

"Rabbi  Levi,  when  are  you  going  to  become  liberal  enough 
to  eat  ham?" 

"At  your  wedding,  Father  Kelly,"  retorted  the  rabbi. 


The  broad-minded   M-<-  ihe  truth  in  the 

•.    minded    SCC    OIll>      li<  n     difi 


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REMEDIES 

MISTRESS — "Did  tin-  mustard  plaster  do  you  any  good, 
Bridget?" 

MAID — "Yes ;  but,   begorry,   mum,   it  do  bite   the  tongue !" 

SUFFERER — "I  have  a  terrible  toothache  and  want  something 
to  cure  it." 

FRIEND — "Now,  you  don't  need  any  medicine.  I  had  a  tooth- 
ache yesterday  and  I  went  home  and  my  loving  wife  kissed 
me  and  so  consoled  me  that  the  pain  soon  passed  away.  Why 
don't  you  try  the  same?" 

SUFFERER — "I  think  I  will.     Is  your  wife  at  home  now?" 

For  every  ill  beneath  the  sun 
There  is  some  remedy  or  none; 
If  there  be  one,  resolve  to  find  it; 
If  not,   submit,   and  never  mind   it. 

REMINDERS 

The  wife  of  an  overworked  promoter  said  at  breakfast : 

"Will  you  post  this  letter  for  me,  dear?  It's  to  the  furrier, 
countermanding  my  order  for  that  $900  sable  and  ermine  stole. 
You'll  be  sure  to  remember?" 

The  tired  eyes  of  the  harassed,  shabby  promoter  lit  up 
with  joy.  He  seized  a  skipping  rope  that  lay  with  a  heap  of 
dolls  and  toys  in  a  corner,  and  going  to  his  wife,  he  said : 

"Here,  tie  my  right  hand  to  my  left  foot  so  I  won't  for- 
get !" 

REPARTEE 

Repartee  is  saying  on  the  instant  what  you  didn't  say  until 
the  next  morning. 

Among  the  members  of  a  working  gang  on  a  certain  railroad 
was  an  Irishman  who  claimed  to  be  very  good  at  figures.  The 
boss,  thinking  that  he  would  get  ahead  of  Pat,  said :  "Say,  Pat, 
how  many  shirts  can  you  get  out  of  a  yard?" 

"That  depinds,"  answered  Pat,  "on  whose  yard  you  get 
into." 


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A    middle-aged    fanner    aro»>u-tl    a    serious-faced    youth   out- 
side  tin-    lirund    I'entra!    St.ti»n    in    Xew    York    the   other   day. 
Mig   man,"    he    >aid,    plucking    his    sleeve,    "I    wanter   go 
to   Central   Park." 

The  youth   seemed   lost  in   consideration   for  a   moment. 

'.!,"    he    said    finally,    "you    may    just   this    once.      But    I 
don't  want  you   ever,  ever  to  ask  me  again." 

SEEDY  VISITOR — "Do  you  have  many  wrecks  about  here, 
boatman?" 

BOATMAN — "Xot  very  many,  sir.  You're  the  first  I've  .-een 
this  season." 

HI.K  DAI> — "Xo,  sir;  I  won't  have  have  my  daughter  tied  for 
life  to  a  stupid  fool." 

HI:K  SIITOR — "Then  don't  you  think  you'd  better  let  me  take 
her  off  your  hands?" 

Wendell  Phillips  was  traveling  through  Ohio  once  when  he 
fell  in  with  a  car  full  of  ministers  returning  from  a  convention. 
;'  the  ministers,  a  southerner  from  Kentucky,  was  naturally 
not  very  cordial  to  the  opinions  of  the  great  abolitionist  and 
set  out  to  embarrass  Mr.  Phillips.  So,  before  the  group  of  min- 
isters, he  said: 

u  are  Wendell  Phillips,  are  you  not?" 
s,"  answered   the  great  abolitionist. 
"And   you    are   trying  to   free   the   niggers,    aren't  you?" 

••s,  sir;  I  am." 

"Well,  why  do  you  preach  your  doctrines  up  here?  \\liy 
don't  you  go  over  into  Kentucky?" 

are  you  a  preacher?" 
"I    am. 

you  trying  to  save  souls  from  1 
.  sir;  that  is  my  business." 
"Well,   why   don't  you  go  there  tin  !    Mr.    Phillips. 

<>R — "So  your  efforts  to  get  mi   tin-   i 
fruitless,    were   they?" 

no!      Not   at   all.       They  IMM-  me 
.'    lemon."      //,;;:<;;</ 


382  TO.ISTI-k'S    HANDBOOK 

A  benevolent  person  watched  a  workman  laboriously  wind- 
lassing  rock  from  a  shaft  while  the  broiling  sun  was  beat  ing 
down  on  his  bare  head. 

"My  dear  man,"  observed  the  onlooker,  "are  you  not  afraid 
that  your  brain  will  be  affected  in  the  hot  sun?" 

The  laborer  contemplated  him  for  a  moment  and  then  re- 
plied : 

"Do  you  think  a  man  with  any  brains  would  be  working  at 
this  kind  of  a  job?" 

Winston  Churchill,  the  young  English  statesman,  recently  be- 
gan to  raise  a  mustache,  and  while  it  was  still  in  the  budding 
stage  he  was  asked  at  a  dinner  party  to  take  in  to  dinner  an 
English  girl  who  had  decided  opposing  political  views. 

"I  am  sorry,"  said  Mr.  Churchill,  "we  cannot  agree  on  pol- 
itics." 

"No,  we  can't,"  rejoined  the  girl,  "for  to  be  frank  with  you 
I  like  your  politics  about  as  little  as  I  do  your  mustache." 

"Well,"  replied  Mr.  Churchill,  "remember  that  you  are  not 
really  likely  to  come  in  contact  with  either." 

Strickland  Gillilan,  the  lecturer  and  the  man  who  pole- 
vaulted  into  fame  by  his  "Off  Ag'in,  On  Ag'in,  Finnigin"  verses, 
was  about  to  deliver  a  lecture  in  a  small  Missouri  town.  He 
asked  the  chairman  of  the  committee  whether  he  might  have 
a  small  pitcher  of  ice-water  on  the  platform  table. 

"To  drink?"  queried  the  committeeman. 

"No,"  answered  Gillilan.     "I  do  a  high-diving  act." 

TRAVELER — "Say,  boy,   your  corn  looks  kind  of  yellow." 

BOY — "Yes,  sir.  That's  the  kind  we  planted." 

TRAVELER — "Looks  as  though  you  will  only  have  half  a  crop." 
•BoY — "Don't  expect  any  more.  The  landlord  gets  the  other 
half." 

TRAVELER  (after  a  moment's  thought) — "Say,  there  is  not 
much  difference  between  you  and  a  fool." 

BOY— "No,    sir.     Only   the    fence." 

President  Lincoln  was  busily  engaged  in  his  office  when  an 
attendant,  a  young  man  of  sixteen,  unceremoniously  entered 


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and  gave  him  a  card.  Without  ri^in^,  the  President  glanced 
at  the  card.  "Pshaw.  She  here  again?  1  told  her  last  week 
that  J  could  not  interfere  in  her  case.  1  cannot  see  her,"  he 
said  impatiently,  "(iet  rid  of  her  any  way  you  can.  Tell  her 
I  am  asleep,  or  anything  you  like." 

Quickly  returning  to  the  lady  in  an  adjacent  room,  this  ex- 
ceedingly bright  hoy  said  to  her,  "The  President  told  me  to 
tell  you  that  he  is  asleep." 

The  lady's  eyes  sparkled  as  she  responded,  "Ah.  he  says  he 
is  asleep,  eh?  Well,  will  you  be  kind  enough  to  return  and 
him  when  he  intends  to  wake  up?" 

The  garrulous  old  lady  in  the  stern  of  the  boat  had  pestered 
the  guide  with  her  comments  and  questions  ever  since  they 
had  started.  Her  meek  little  husband,  who  was  hunched 
toad-like  in  the  bow,  fished  in  silence.  The  old  lady  had 
seemingly  exhausted  every  possible  point  in  fish  and  animal 
life,  woodcraft,  and  personal  history  when  she  suddenly  espied 
one  of  those  curious  paths  of  oily,  unbroken  water  frequent- 
ly seen  on  small  lakes  which  are  ruffled  by  a  light  breeze. 

"Oh,  guide,  guide,"  she  exclaimed,  "what  makes  that  funny 
streak  in  the  water —  No,  there —  Right  over  there!" 

The  guide  was  busy  re-baiting  the  old  gentleman's  hook 
and  merely  mumbled  "U-m-mm." 

!e,"  repeated  the  old  lady  in  tones  that  were  not  t«» 
be  denied,  "look  ri^ht  over  there  where  I'm  pointing  and  tell 
me  what  makes  that  funny  streak  in  the  water." 

The  guide  looked   up   from   his   baiting  with   a 

"That?      Oh,    that's    where    the    road    went    across    tin- 
inter." 

ling  more  clearly  expresses  the  sentiments  of  Harvard 
men  in  seasons  of  athletic  rivalry  than  the  time-honored  "  l\> 
hell  with  Yal- 

Once   when    !  -s,   «f    II  verett 

Hale  were  on  their  way  to  a  game  at  Soldiers'  Field  a  friend 
asked : 

"Where  are  you  K«>iiii:.   I  >• 

"To    yell    with     II.  \\ith    a 

smile. 


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John  Kendrick  Bangs  one  day  called  up  his  wife  on  the  tele- 
phone. The  maid  at  the  other  end  did  not  reo>.uni/e  her 
"maker's  voice/'  and  after  l»ani;s  had  told  her  whom  he  wanted 
the  maid  asked : 

"Do  you  wish  to  speak  with   Mrs.  Bangs?" 

"No,   indeed,"    replied   the    humorist ;    "I    want   to   kiss   her." 

A  boy  took  a  position  in  an  office  where  two  different  tele- 
phones were  installed. 

"Your  wife  would  like  to  speak  to  you  on  the  'phone,  sir," 
he  said  to  his  employer. 

"Which  one?"  inquired  the  boss,  starting  toward  the  two 
booths. 

"Please,  sir,  she  didn't  say,  and  I  didn't  know  that  you  had 
more  than  one." 

An  Englishman  was  being  shown  the  sights  along  the  Poto- 
mac. "Here,"  remarked  the  American,  "is  where  George  Wash- 
ington threw  a  dollar  across  the  river." 

"Well,"  replied  the  Englishman,  "that  is  not  very  remark- 
able, for  a  dollar  went  much  further  in  those  days  than  it 
does  now." 

The  American  would  not  be  worsted,  so,  after  a  short  pause, 
he  said :  "But  Washington  accomplished  a  greater  feat  than 
that.  He  once  chucked  a  sovereign  across  the  Atlantic." 

Pat  was  busy  on  a  road  working  with. his  coat  off.  There 
were  two  Englishmen  laboring  on  the  sa.me  road,  so  they  de- 
cided to  have  a  joke  with  the  Irishman.  They  painted  a  don- 
key's head  on  the  back  of  Pat's  coat,  and  watched  to  sec  him 
put  it  on.  Pat,  of  course,  saw  the  donkey's  head  on  his  coat, 
and,  turning  to  the  Englishmen,  said : 

"Which  of  yez  wiped  your  face  on  me  coal  ?" 

A  district  leader  went  to  Sea  Girt,  in  1912,  to  see  the  Dem- 
ocratic candidate  for  President.  In  the  course  of  an  animated 
conversation,  the  leader,  noticing  that  Governor  Wilson's  eye- 
glasses were  perched  perilously  near  the  tip  of  his  nose  re- 
marked :  "Your  glasses,  Governor,  are  almost  on  your  mouth." 

"That's  all  right,"  was  the  quick  response.  "I  want  to  see 
what  I'm  talking  about." 


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•rding  to  the  London  Globe  two  Germans  were  halted 
at  the  French  frontier  l>y  tin-  customs  officers.  "We  have  each 
to  declare  three  bottles  of  red  wine,"  said  one  of  the  Germans 
to  the  douanicrs.  "IIo\v  much  to  i> 

"Whore   are  the  bottles?"  asked  the  customs  man. 

"They   are   within !"   laughed    the   Teuton,   making  a  gesture. 

The  French  douanicr,  unruffled,  took  down  his  tariff  book 
and  read,  or  pretended  to  read:  "Wines  imported  in  bottles 
pay  so  much,  wines  imported  in  barrels  pay  so  much,  and 
wines  <•;/  /v<m.r  d\'tnc  pay  no  duty.  Von  can  pass,  gentlemen. " 

A  small  boy  was  hoeing  corn  in  a  sterile  field  by  the  road- 
side, when  a  passer-by  stopped  and  said : 

irs  to  me  your  corn  is  rather  small." 
'"Certainly,"    said   the   boy ;    "it's   dwarf   corn." 
"P.ut   it   looks   yaller." 
"Certainly ;   we   planted  the  yaller  kind." 

"lint  it  looks  as  if  you  wouldn't  get  more  than  half  a  crop." 
"Of  course  not ;  we  planted  it  on  halves." 

REPORTING 
See  Journalism ;   Newspapers. 

REPUBLICAN  PARTY 

The  morning  after  a  banquet,  during  the  Democratic  con- 
\ent i'-n  in  Baltimore,  a  prominent  Republican  thus  greeted  an 
finally  well-kn«>\vn  Democrat: 

"I    understand   there    were    -ome    Republicans   at   the  banquet 
night" 

••!   tin-    Democrat  genially,   "otic  waited  on  me." 

REPUTATION 

Popularity   is   when   people   like-   yon;   and   reputation   is  when 

u-lit    I",   but   really   can't. — Frank   Richard 

RESEMBLANCES 

Senator  Blackburn  U  a  thorough  Kentnckian.  and  has  all 
the  1«  of  one  born  in  the  1  of  his 


386  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

State.  He  also  has  the  prejudice  against  being  taken  for  an 
Indianian  which  seems  inherent  in  all  native-horn  Kentuckians. 
While  coming  to  Congress,  several  sessions  ago,  he  was  ap- 
proached in  the  Pullman  coach  hy  a  New  Yorker,  who,  after 
bowing  politely  to  him,  said : 

"Is  not  this   Senator  Blackburn   of   Indiana?" 
The   Kentuckian   sprang   from    his   seat,   and   glaring   at   his 
interlocutor  exclaimed   angrily : 

"No,  sir,  by .     The  reason  I  look  so  bad  is  I  have  been 

sick!" 

"Every  time  the  baby  looks  into  my  face  he  smiles,"  said 
Mr.  Meekins. 

"Well,"  answered  his  wife,  "it  may  not  be  exactly  polite,  but 
it  shows  he  has  a  sense  of  humor." 

Mark  Twain  constantly  received  letters  and  photographs 
from  men  who  had  been  told  that  they  looked  like  him.  One 
was  from  Florida,  and  the  likeness,  as  shown  by  the  man's 
picture,  was  really  remarkable — so  remarkable,  indeed,  that 
Mr.  Clemens  sent  the  following  acknowledgment: 

"My  Dear  Sir:  I  thank  you  very  much  for  your  letter  and 
the  photograph.  In  my  opinion  you  are  certainly  more  like 
me  than  any  other  of  my  doubles.  In  fact,  I  am  sure  that  if 
you  stood  before  me  in  a  mirrorless  frame  I  could  shave  by 
you." 

NEIGHBOR — "Johnny,  I  think  in  looks  you  favor  your  mother 
a  great  deal." 

JOHNNY — "Well,  I  may  look  like  her,  but  do  you  tink  dat's 
a  favor?" 

RESIGNATION 

"Then  you  don't  think  I  practice  what  I  preach,  eh?"  queried 
the  minister  in  talking  with  one  of  the  deacons  at  a  meeting. 

"No,  sir,  I  don't,"  replied  the  deacon.  "You've  been  preach- 
in'  on  the  subject  of  resignation  for  two  years  an'  ye  haven't 
resigned  yet." 


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RESPECTABILITY 

he  respectable?" 

"Eminently  so.  He's  never  been  indicted  for  anything  less 
than  stealing  a  railroad." — ll'asp. 

REST   CURE 

A  weather-beaten  damsel  somewhat  over  six  feet  in  height 
an<l  with  a  pair  <;f  shoulders  proportionately  broad  appeared 
at  a  back  door  in  Wyoming  and  asked  for  light  housework. 
She  said  that  her  name  was  Lizzie,  and  explained  that  she 
had  been  ill  with  typhoid  and  was  convalescing. 

"Where  did  you  come  from,  Li/.xic?"  inquired  the  woman 
of  the  house.  ''Where  have  you  been?" 

'  I've  been  workin*  out  on  Howell's  ranch,"  replied  Lizzie, 
"diggin'  post-holes  while  I  was  gittin'  my  strength  back." 

RETALIATION 

You  know  that    fellow,   Jim    McGroiarty,   the   lad  that's  al- 
omin'  up  and  thumpin'  ye  on  the  chest  and  yellin',  'How 
are  ye?'" 

"I  know  him." 

"I'll  bet  he's  smashed  twinty  cigars  for  me — some  of  them 
clear  Havanny— but  I'll  get  even  with  him  now." 

"I  low  will  you  do  it?" 

"I'll  tell  ye.     Jim  always  hit-  nu    over  the  vest  pocket  where 
I  carry  my  cigars.     He'll  hit  me  just  once  more.     Tin 
cigar   in    me   vest   pocket   this   mornin'.     Instead   of   it,   there's 
a  stick  of  dynamite,  d'ye  mind!" 

Once  when  I  k-nry  Ward  Hecdier  was  in  the  midst  of  an 
eloquent  political  xpnvh  ><mic  \\av-  in  the  audi<  <  d  like 

a  cock.     It   was   done    \n   pt-r  fret  ion    and    the  audience    w.i 
vuKrd    with  laughter.     Tin-  great   •  •  irnds    frit    un- 

to 1:  11   <>f  tlu-  interruption. 

But  Mr.  Beecher  stood   perfectly  calm.     He   stopi 
ing,    listem-d    till    the    cnmin.  and    while    tht    audience 

.iiighing  he  pulled  out  his  watch      Thru   he  said:    "  I  hat's 


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strange.  My  watch  says  it  is  only  ten  o'clock.  But  there  can't 
be  any  mistake  about  it.  It  must  be  morning,  for  the  instincts 
of  the  lower  animals  arc  absolutely  infallible." 

An  Episcopal  clergyman,  rector  of  a  fashionable  church  in 
one  of  Huston's  most  exclusive  suburbs,  so  as  not  to  IK-  bothered 
with  the  innumerable  telephone  calls  that  fall  to  one  in  his 
profession,  had  his  name  left  out  of  the  telephone  book.  A 
prominent  merchant  of  the  same  name,  living  in  the  same 
suburb,  was  continually  annoyed  by  requests  to  officiate  at  fu- 
nerals and  baptisms.  He  went  to  the  rector,  told  his  troubles  in 
a  kindly  way,  and  asked  the  parson  to  have  his  name  put  in 
the  directory.  But  without  success. 

The  merchant  then  determined  to  complain  to  the  telephone 
company.  As  he  was  writing  the  letter,  one  Saturday  evening, 
the  telephone  rang  and  the  timid  voice  of  a  young  man  asked 
if  the  Rev.  Mr.  Blank  would  marry  him  at  once.  A  happy 
thought  came  to  the  merchant:  "No,  I'm  too  damn  busy 
writing  my  sermon,"  he  replied. 

REVOLUTIONS 

Haiti  was   in   the  midst   of  a   revolution. 

As  a  phase  of  it  two  armed  bodies  were  approaching  each 
other  so  that  a  third  was  about  to  be  caught  between  them. 

The  commander  of  the  third  party  saw  the  predicament.  On 
the  right  government  troops,  on  the  left  insurgents. 

"General,  why  do  you  not  give  the  order  to  fire?"  asked 
an  aide,  dashing  up  on  a  lame  mule. 

"I  would  like  to,"  responded  the  general,  "but,  Great  Scott! 
I  can't  remember  which  side' we're  fighting  for." 


REWARDS 

Said  a  great   Congregational   preacher 

To    a    hen,    "You're    a    beautiful    creature." 

And  the  hen,  just   for   that, 

Laid  an  egg  in  his  hat, 
And   thus   did   the    Hen   reward   Beechcr. 


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RHEUMATISM 

IKK    P.AkM-s    -"I've   bought   a  barometer,    Hannah,  to   tell 
\\hcn   it's  going  to    rain,   ye   know." 

MRS.    HARMS— "To    tell    when    it's    goin*    to    rain!      Why,    I 

iie.'inl  o'   Midi   c\tra\  Bailee.     \\'hat  do  ye  s'pose  th*  Lord 
ye   th'    rheumatis    for ?"—  Tit-Bits. 

ROADS 

A  Yankee  just   returning  t<>  the   Mates   was   dining  with  an 
Englishman,  and  the  latter  complained  of  the  mud  in  America. 
s,"  said  the  American,  "but  its  nothing  to  the  mud  over 
here." 

>nsense!"  said  the  Englishman. 

"Fact,"  the  American  replied.  "Why.  this  afternoon  I  had 
a  remarkable  adventure — came  near  getting  into  trouble  with 
an  old  gentleman — all  through  your  confounded  mud." 

"Some  of  the  streets  arc  a  little  greasy  at  this  season,  1 
admit,"  said  the  Englishman.  "What  was  your  adventure, 
though  ?" 

"Well,"  said  the  American,  "as  I  was  walking  along  I  noticed 
that  the  mud  was  very  thick,  and  presently  I  saw  a  high  hat 
afloat  on  a  large  puddle  of  very  rich  oo/e.  Thinking  to  do 
one  a  kindness,  I  gave  the  hat  a  poke  with  my  stick, 
when  an  old  gentleman  looked  up  from  beneath,  surprised  and 
frowning.  'Hello!'  I  said.  'You're  in  pretty  deep!'  'Deeper 
than  you  think,'  he  said.  I'm  on  the  top  ()f  an  omnibus!'" 


ROASTS 

\Villiam    !  u    wa>    ha\in<j.    bis    luncheon    in    a    I'.ir- 

miiijL'Iiam    bold   lu-    \\a>   much   ami  .    who. 

during   the    whole   of    the   meal,    stood    \\itb    bis   back    to   the    lire 

\\arnr  -If    and     watching  \t     length. 

anv    longer.    Mr.    l-a\er>>hani    rang    the   bell 

"\\aiter.   kindly    turn    that    gentleman    around       I    i' 


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ROOSEVELT,  THEODORE 

A  delegation  from  Kansas  visited  Theodore  Roosevelt  at 
Oyster  Bay  some  years  auo.  while  he  was  president.  The  host 
met  them  with  coat  and  collar  off,  mopping  his  brow. 

"Ah,  gentlemen,"  he  said,  "dee-lighted  to  see  you.  Dee- 
lighted.  But  I'm  very  busy  putting  in  my  hay  just  now.  Come 
down  to  the  barn  with  me  and  we'll  talk  things  over  while 
I  work." 

Down  to  the  barn  hustled   President  and  delegation. 

Mr.  Roosevelt  seized  a  pitchfork  and — but  where  was  the 
hay? 

"John!"  shouted  the  President.    "John!  where's  all  the  hay?" 

"Sorry,  sir,"  came  John's  voice  from  the  loft,  "but  I  ain't 
had  time  to  throw  it  back  since  you  threw  it  up  for  yester- 
day's delegation." 

SALARIES 

A  country  school-teacher  was  cashing  her  monthly  check  at 
the  bank.  The  teller  apologized  for  the  filthy  condition  of  the 
bills,  saying,  "I  hope  you're  not  afraid  of  microbes." 

"Not  a  bit  of  it,"  the  schoolma'am  replied.  "I'm  sure  no 
microbe  could  live  on  my  salary!" — Frances  Kirkland. 

SALESMEN    AND    SALESMANSHIP 

A  darky  fruit-dealer  in  Georgia  has  a  .sign  above  his  wares 
that  reads : 

Watermelons 

Our  choice    25   cents. 

Your  choice   35  cents. 

— Elgin  Burroughs. 

The  quick  wit  of  a  traveling  salesman  who  has  since  be- 
come a  well-known  merchant  was  severely  tested  one  day.  He 
sent  in  his  card  by  the  office-boy  to  the  manager  of  a  large 
concern,  whose  inner  office  was  'separated  from  the  waiting- 
room  by  a  ground-glass  partition.  When  the  boy  handed  his 
card  to  the  manager  the  salesman  saw  him  impatiently  tear  it 
in  half  and  throw  it  in  the  waste-basket;  the  boy  came  out  and 


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told  the  caller  that  he  could  not  see  the  chief.  The  salesman 
told  the  boy  to  go  back  and  get  him  his  card ;  the  boy  brought 
out  five  cents,  with  the  message  that  his  card  was  torn  up.  Then 
the  salesman  took  out  another  card  and  sent  the  boy  back, 
saying:  "Tell  your  boss  I  sell  two  cards  for  five  cents." 
He  got  his  interview  and  sold  a  large  bill  of  goods. 

A  young  man  entered  a  hat  store  and  asked  to  see  the  lat- 
est styles  in  derbies.  He  was  evidently  hard  to  please,  for  soon 
the  counter  was  covered  with  hats  that  he  had  tried  on  and 
found  wanting.  At  last  the  salesman  picked  up  a  brown  der- 
by, brushed  it  off  on  his  sleeve,  and  extended  it  admiringly. 

"These  are  being  very  much  worn  this  season,  sir,"  he  said. 
"Won't  you  try  it  on?" 

The  customer  put  the  hat  on  and  surveyed  himself  critically 
in  the  mirror.  "You're  sure  it's  in  style?" 

"The  most  fashionable  thing  we  have  in  the  shop,  sir.  And 
it  suits  you  to  perfection — if  the  fit's  right." 

"Yes,   it   fits   very  well.     So   you   think   I   had  better   have 

"I  don't  think  you  could  do  better." 

"No,  I  don't  think  I  could.  So  I  guess  I  won't  buy  a  new 
one  after  all." 

The  salesman  had  been  boosting  the  customer's  old  hat. 
which  had  become  mixed  among  the  many  new  ones. 


VISITOR — "Can  I  see  that  motorist  who  was  brought  here  an 
hour  ago?" 

NURSE— "He  hasn't  come  to  his  senses  y- 

VISITOR— "Oh,  that's  all  right.  I  only  want  to  sell  him  an- 
other car"— Judge. 


"That  fellow  is  too  slick  for  me.  Sold  me  a  lot  that  was 
two  feet  under  water.  I  wont  anmnd  to  demand  my  money 
back." 

"Get 

"Get   nothing!     Then   he   sold    me   a   see-  n<!  h;m»I    «M 
launch    an.!  ..f    'Vnirti.m  1 1. .\\rlU." 


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In  a  small  South  Carolina  t<>wn  that  was  "finished"  before 
the  war,  two  men  were  playing  checkers  in  the  back  of  a  store. 
A  traveling  man  who  was  making  his  first  trip  to  the  town 
was  watching  the  game,  and,  not  being  acquainted  with  the 
business  methods  of  the  citixens,  he  called  the  attention  of  the 
owner  of  the  store  to  some  customers  who  had  just  entered 
the  front  door. 

"Sh !  Sh !"  answered  the  storekeeper,  making  another  move 
on  the  checkerboard.  "Keep  perfectly  quiet  and  they'll  go 
out." 

lie    who    finds    he    has    something    to    sell, 
And    goes    and    whispers    it    down,    a    well, 
Is  not  so  apt  to  collar  the  dollars, 
As    he    who    climbs    a    tree    and    hollers. 

— The  Advertiser. 

SALOONS 

"Where  can  I  get  a  drink  in  this  town?"  asked  a  traveling 
man  who  landed  at  a  little  town  in  the  oil  region  of  Oklahoma, 
of  the  'bus  driver. 

"See  that  millinery  shop  over  there?"  asked  the  driver,  point- 
ing to  a  building  near  the  depot. 

"You  don't  mean  to  say  they  sell  whiskey  in  a  millinery 
store?"  exclaimed  the  drummer. 

"No,  I  mean  that's  the  only  place  here  they  don't  sell  it," 
said  the  'bus  man. 

SALVATION 

WILLIS — "Some  of  these  rich  fellows  seem  to  think  that 
they  can  buy  their  way  into  heaven  by  leaving  a  million  dollars 
to  a  church  when  they  die." 

GILLIS — "I  don't  know  but  that  they  stand  as  much  chance 
as  some  of  these  other  rich  fellows  who  are  trying  to  get 
in  on  the  instalment  plan  of  ten  cents  a  Sunday  while  they're 
living." — Lauren  S.  Hamilton. 

An  Italian  noble  at  church  one  day  gave  a  priest   who 
for  the  souls  in  purgatory,  a  piece  of  gold. 


, 


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lit 


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illiu: 


394  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

"Do  you  save  up  money  for  a  rainy  day,  dear?" 
"Oh,    no !     I   never  shop   when   it   rains." 

JOHNNY — "Papa,  would  you  be  glad  if  1  saved  a  dollar  for 
you  ?" 

PAPA — "Certainly,   my   son." 

JOHNNY — "Well,  I  saved  it  for  you,  all  right.  You  said  if  I 
brought  a  first-class  report  from  my  teacher  this  week  you 
would  give  me  a  dollar,  and  I  didn't  bring  it." 

According  to  the  following  story,  economy  has  its  pains  as 
well  as  its  pleasures,  even  after  the  saving  is  done. 

One  spring,  for  some  reason,  old  Eli  was  going  round  town 
with  the  face  of  dissatisfaction,  and,  when  questioned,  poured 
forth  his  voluble  tale  of  woe  thus : 

"Marse  Geo'ge,  he  come  to  me  last  fall  an'  he  say,  'Eli,  dis 
gwine  ter  be  a  hard  winter,  so  yo'  be  keerful,  an'  save  yo' 
wages  fas'  an'  tight.' 

"An'  I  b'lieve  Marse  Geo'ge,  yas,  sah,  I  b'lieve  him,  an'  I 
save  an'  I  save,  an'  when  de  winter  come  it  ain't  got  no  hard- 
ship, an'  dere  was  I  wid  all  dat  money  jes'  frown  on  mah 
hands !" 

"Robert  dear,"  said  the  coy  little  maiden  to  her  sweetheart, 

"I'm  sure  you  love  me;  but  give  me  some  proof  of  it,  darling. 

We  can't  marry  on  fifteen  dollars  a  week,  you  know." 

"Well,  what  do  you  want  me  to  do?"  said  he,  with  a  grieved 

air. 

"Why,  save  up  a  thousand  dollars,  and  have  it  safe  in  the 

bank,  and  then  I'll   marry  you." 

About  two  months  later  she  cuddled  up  close  to  him  on  the 

sofa  one  evening,  and  said: 

"Robert  dear,  have  you  saved  up  that  thousand  yet?" 

"Why,  no,  my  love,"  he  replied;  "not  all  of  it." 

"How   much   have  you   saved,   darling?" 

"Just  two   dollars   and   thirty-five   cents,   dear." 

"Oh,   well,"  said  the  sweet  young  thing  as   she  snuggled   a 

little    closer,    "don't    let's    wait    any    longer,    darling.      I    guess 

that'll  do."—/?.  M.    Winans. 

See  also  Economy;  Thrift. 


TOslSTEK'S    HANDBOOK  305 

SCANDAL 

An  ill  wind  that  blows  nobody  good. 

SCHOLARSHIP 

There  is  in  Washington  an  old  "grouch"  whose  son  was 
graduated  from  Yale.  When  the  young  man  came  home  at  the 
end  of  his  first  term,  he  exulted  in  the  fact  that  he  stood  next 
to  the  head  of  his  class.  But  the  old  gentleman  was  not  sat- 
isfied. 

"Next  to  the  head!"  he  exclaimed.  "What  do  you  mean? 
I'd  like  to  know  what  you  think  I'm  sending  you  to  college 
for?  \'ext  to  the  head!  Why  aren't  you  at  the  head,  where 
you  ought  to  be?" 

At  this  the  son  was  much  crestfallen ;  but  upon  his  return, 
he  went  about  his  work  with  such  ambition  that  at  the  end 
of  the  term  he  found  himself  in  the  coveted  place.  When 
he  went  home  that  year  he  felt  very  proud.  It  would  be  great 
news  for  the  old  man. 

When  the  announcement  was  made,  the  father  contemplated 
his  son  for  a  few  minutes  in  silence ;  then,  with  a  shrug,  he 
remarked : 

the  head   of   the  class,  eh?     Well,   that's   a   fine  com- 
mentary on  Yale  University!" — Howard  Morse. 

vere  only  three  boys  in  school  to-day  who  could 
r  one  question  that  the   teacher  asked  us,"  said   a   proud 
boy  of  eight. 

"And  I  hope  my  boy  was  one  of  the  three,"  said  the  proud 
mother. 

11,  I  was,"  answered  Young  Hopeful,  "and  Sam   Harris 
and   Harry   Stone  were  the  other  two." 

"I  am  very  glad  you  proved  yourself  so  good  a  scholar,  my 
t   makes  your  mother  proud  of  you.     What  question  did 
the  teacher  ask,  Johm 

"'Who  broke  the  glass  in  the  back  window?'" 

mother    talked    to    him    Jonv:    ami    carm^tly 
the   poor   marks    he   had    hrm    .netting   in   his   work   at    school 


396  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

She  painted  in  alluring  colors  the  career  of  the  little  boy 
who  studies  his  lessons  and  gains  the  love  and  respect  of  his 
touchers.  She  went  even  farther;  she  promised  him  that  if  he 
got  good  marks  she  would  give  him  a  whole  dime,  all  for  his 
own.  Sammy  seemed  impressed. 

That  afternoon  he  returned  from  school  fairly  dancing  with 
joy. 

"Oh,  mother,"  he  shouted,  "I  got  a  hundred !" 

"Sammy!"  cried  his  delighted  mother.  She  hugged  him 
and  kissed  him  and  petted  him  and — gave  him  the  dime. 

"And  what  did  you  get  a  hundred  in?"   she  finally  asked. 

"In  two  things,"  replied  Sammy  without  hesitation.  "I 
got  forty  in  readin'  and  sixty  in  spellin'." 

Who  ceases  to  be  a  student  has  never  been  one. — George 
lies. 

See  also   College  students. 

SCIENTIFIC  MANAGEMENT 

The  late  Sylvanus  Miller,  civil  engineer,  who  was  engaged 
in  railroad  enterprise  in  Central  America,  was  seeking  local 
support  for  a  road  and  attempted  to  give  the  matter  point. 
He  asked  a  native : 

"How  long  does  it  take  you  to  carry  your  goods  to  market 
by  muleback?" 

''Three  days,"  was  the  reply. 

"There's  the  point,"  said  Miller.  "With  our  road  in  opera- 
tion you  could  take  your  goods  to  market  and  be  back  home 
in  one  day." 

"Very  good,  senor,"  answered  the  native.  "But  what  would 
we  do  with  the  other  two  days?" 

A  visitor  from  New  York  to  the  suburbs  said  to  his  host 
during  the  afternoon  : 

"By  the  way,  your  front  gate  needs  repairing.  It  was  all 

I  could  do  to  get  it  open.  You  ought  to  have  it  trimmed  or 
greased  or  something." 

"Oh,  no,"  replied  the  owner — "Oh,  no,  that's  all  right." 


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"\\liy    is   it:"    asked   the   visitor. 

"Because,"  was  the  reply,  "every  one  who  comes  through 
that  gate  pumps  two  buckets  of  water  into  the  tank  on  the 
roof." 

SCOTCH,  THE 

A   Scotsman  is  one  who  prays  on  his  knees  on  Sunday  and 
on  his  neighbors  on  week  days. 

It  being  the  southerner's  turn,  he  told  about  a  county  in 
Missouri  so  divided  in  sentiment  that  year  after  year  the  vote 
of  a  single  man  prohibits  the  sale  of  liquor  there.  "And  what," 
he  asked,  "do  you  suppose  is  the  name  of  the  chap  who  keeps 
a  whole  county  dry?" 

Nobody  had  an  idea. 

"Mackintosh,  as  I'm  alive!"  declared  the  southerner. 

Everybody  laughed  except  the  Englishman.  "Its  just  like 
a  Scotsman  to  be  so  obstinate !"  he  sniffed,  and  was  much  aston- 
ished when  the  rest  of  the  party  laughed  more  than  < 

A  Scottish  minister,  taking  his  walk  early  in  the  morning, 
found  one  of  his  parishioners  recumbent  in  a  ditch. 

"Where  hae  you  been  the  nicht,  Andrew?"  asked  the  min- 
ister. 

"Weel,  I  dinna  richtly  ken,"  answered  the  prostrate  one, 
"whether  it  was  a  wedding  or  a  funeral,  but  whichever  it  was 
it  was  a  most  extraordinary  success." 

See  also  Thrift. 

SEASICKNESS 

A    Philadelphia!!,  on  his   way   to   Europe,   was  experiencing 

kness  for  the  first  time.     Calling  his  wife  to  his  bedside. 

he  said  in  a  weak  voice :  "Jenny,  my  will  is  in  the  Commercial 

Trust  Company's  care.     Everything   is  left  to  you,  dear.     My 

various  stocks  you   will   find   in   my  safe-deposit   box."     Then 

ly:  "And.  Jrnny.  bury  me  on  the  other  side.     I 

can't  stand  this  trip  again,  alive  or  dead."— /o*  King. 

Motto  for  the  dining  saloon  of  an  ocean  steams! 
wants  but  little  here  below,  nor  wants  that  little  long." 


398  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

On  the  steamer  the  little  bride  was  very  much  concerned 
about  her  husband,  who  was  troubled  with  dyspepsia. 

"My  husband  is  peculiarly  liable  to  seasickness,  Captain," 
remarked  the  bride.  "Could  you  tell  him  what  to  do  in  case 
of  an  attack?" 

"That  won't  be  necessary,  Madam,"  replied  the  Captain; 
"he'll  do  it." 

A  clergyman  who  was  holding  a  children's  service  at  a 
Continental  winter  resort  had  occasion  to  catechize  his  hear- 
ers on  the  parable  of  the  unjust  steward.  "What  is  a  stew- 
ard?" he  asked. 

A  little  boy  who  had  arrived  from  England  a  few  days 
before  held  up  his  hand.  "He  is  a  man,  sir,"  he  replied,  with 
a  reminiscent  look  on  his  face,  "who  brings  you  a  basin." 

"The  first  day  out  was  perfectly  lovely,"  said  the  young 
lady  just  back  from  abroad.  "The  water  was  as  smooth  as 
glass,  and  it  was  simply  gorgeous.  But  the  second  day  was 
rough  and — er — decidedly  disgorgeous." 

The  great  ocean  liner  rolled  and  pitched. 
"Henry,"  faltered  the  young  bride,  "do  you  still  love  me?" 
"More  than  ever,  darling!"   was   Henry's   fervent   answer. 
Then  there  was  an  eloquent  silence. 

"Henry,"  she  gasped,  turning  her  pale,  ghastly  face  away, 
"I  thought  that  would  make  me  feel  better,  but  it  doesn't!" 

There  was  a  young  man   from  Ostend, 
Who  vowed  he'd  hold  out  to  the  end ; 

But  when  half  way  over 

From   Calais   to   Dover, 
He  did  what  he  didn't   intend. 

SEASONS 

There  was  a  young  fellow  named  Hall, 
Who   fell   in   the   spring  in    the   fall ; 

'Twould  have  been  a  sad  thing 

If   he'd   died    in   the    spring, 
But  he  didn't— he  died  in  the  fall. 


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SENATORS 

A  Senator  is  vi-ry  often  a  man  who  has  risen  from  obscurity 
orse. 

i  have  been  conspicuous  in  the  halls  of  legislation,  have 
you  not?"  said  the  young  woman  who  asks  all  sorts  of  ques- 
tions. 

"Yes,  miss,"  answered  Senator  Sorghum,  blandly;  "I  think 
I  have  participated  in  some  of  the  richest  hauls  that  legisla- 
tion ever  made." 

An  aviator  alighted  on  a  field  and  said  to  a  rather  well- 
dressed  individual:  "Here,  mind  my  machine  a  minute,  will 
yon?" 

"What  ?"  the  well-dressed  individual  snarled.  "Me  mind  your 
machine?  Why,  I'm  a  United  States  Senator!" 

"Well,   what  of  it?"   said  the   aviator.     "I'll  trust  you." 

SENSE  OF  HUMOR 

"What  of  his  sense   of  humor?" 

"Well,  he  has  to  see  a  joke  twice  before  he  sees  it  once." 

—Richard  Kirk. 

of   humor   is   a   help  and  a  blessing  through   life," 
:-'«-ar   Admiral    Bnhler.     "lint   even   a  sense  of  humor  may 
tss.   I   have  in  mind  the  case  of  a  British  soldier  who 
was  senten  ll«»i-»i-d.  Hurinu  tl  ;  he  laughed  con- 

tinually.     The    harder    the    lash    was    laid    on,    the    harder    the 
soldier  laughed. 

14 'Wot's  so  funny  about  bcin*  flogged?'  demanded  the  ser- 
geant. 

"'Why,'    the   soldier   chuckled.    Tin    the    wrong   man.'" 

Mark  Twain   once  approached  n   friend,  a  business  mar 

to    him    that    1.'  »•    of   a    stcnog- 

rapl 

MI  -end  you  one,  a  line  VMIUL;  l'e'!..\\."  the  friend  Said. 
"lie  c.iuic  to  my  Q  i  of  a  position,  but 

I    didn't   have   an 


400  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

"Has  he  a  sense  of  humor?"  Mark  asked  cautiously. 

"A  sense  of  humor?  He  has — in  fact,  he  got  off  one  or 
two  pretty  witty  things  himself  yesterday,"  the  friend  hastened 
to  assure  him. 

"Sorry,  but  he  won't   do,  then,"  Mark  said.  • 

"Won't   do?     Why?" 

"No,"  said  Mark.  "I  had  one  once  before  with  a  sense  of 
humor,  and  it  interfered  too  much  with  the  work.  I  cannot 
afford  to  pay  a  man  two  dollars  a  day  for  laughing." 

SENTRIES 
See  Armies. 

SERMONS 
See  Preaching. 

SERVANTS 

TOMMY — "Pop,  what  is  it  that  the  Bible  says  is  here  to- 
day and  gone  to-morrow?" 

POP — "Probably  the   cook,   my   son." 

As  usual,  they  began  discussing  the  play  after  the  theater. 
"Well,  how  do  you  like  the  piece,  my  dear?"  asked  the  fond 
husband  who  had  always  found  his  wife  a  good  critic. 

"Very  much.  There's  only  one  improbable  thing  in  it:  the 
second  act  takes  place  two  years  after  the  first,  and  they  have 
the  same  servant." 

SMITH — "We  are  certainly  in  luck  with  our  new  cook — soup, 
meat,  vegetables  and  dessert,  everything  perfect!" 

MRS.  S. — "Yes,  but  the  dessert  was  made  by  her  successor." 

THE  NEW  GIRL — "An'  may  me  intended  visit  me  every  Sun- 
day afternoon,  ma'am?" 

MISTRESS — "Who   is   your  intended,   Delia?" 

THE  NEW  GIRL — "I  don't  know  yet,  ma'am.  I'm  a  stranger 
in  town." 

KNICKER — "How  long  does  the  cook  promise  to  stay?" 
MRS.  KNICKER — "She   says  she  will   finish  breaking  this  set 
of  china." 


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"And  do  you  have  to  be  called  in  the  morning?"  asked 
the  lady  who  was  about  to  engage  a  new  girl. 

"1  don't  has  to  be,  mum,"  replied  the  applicant,  "unless  you 
happens  to  need  me." 

A  maid  dropped  and  broke  a  beautiful  platter  at  a  dinner 
recently.  The  host  did  not  permit  a  trifle  like  this  to  ruffle 
him  in  the  least. 

"These  little  accidents  happen  'most  every  day,"  he  said 
apologetically.  "You  see,  she  isn't  a  trained  waitress.  She  was 
a  dairymaid  originally,  but  she  had  to  abandon  that  occupa- 
tion on  account  of  her  inability  to  handle  the  cows  without 
breaking  their  horns." 

Young  housewives  obliged  to  practice  strict  economy  will 
sympathize  with  the  sad  experience  of  a  Washington  woman. 

When  her  husband  returned  home  one  evening  he  found 
her  dissolved  in  tears,  and  careful  questioning  elicited  the 
reason  for  her  grief. 

"Dan,"  said  she,  "every  day  this  week  I  have  stopped  to  look 
at  a  perfect  love  of  a  hat  in  Mme.  Louise's  window.  Such  a 
hat,  Dan,  such  a  beautiful  hat!  But  the  price — well,  I  wanted 
it  the  worst  way,  but  just  couldn't  afford  to  buy  it." 

"Well,  dear,"  began  the  husband  recklessly,  "we  might  man- 
age to " 

"Thank  you,  Dan,"  interrupted  the  wife,  "but  there  isn't 
any  'might'  about  it.  I  paid  the  cook  this  noon,  and  what 
do  you  think?  She  marched  right  down  herself  and  bought 
that  hat !" — Edwin  Tarrisse. 


It   is  probable   that  many  queens  of  the   kitchen   share  the 
sentiment  good-naturedly  expressed  by  a  Scandinavian  servant. 
\    taken   into  the  service   of  a  young  matron  of  Chica- 
go. 

youthful  aNsiiiiHT  of  household  .  .|isjM.s<-,l 

a    trifle   patronizing. 

"  she  asked  ca  ire  you  a  Rood  cook?" 

'in,    1    tank   so."   said    the   nirl.    with    perfect    n. 
••it    vill    not    try    to   help   me." — Elgin    Burroughs. 


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"Have  you  a  good  cook  now?" 

"I   don't   know.     I    haven't   been   home   since   breakfast!" 

MRS.  LITTLETOWN — "This  magazine  looks  rather  the  worse 
for  wear." 

MRS.  NEARTOWN — "Yes,  it's  the  one  I  sometimes  lend  to  the 
servant  on  Sundays." 

MRS.  LITTLETOWN — "Doesn't  she  get  tired  of  always  reading 
the  same  one?" 

MRS.  NEARTOWN — "Oh,  no.  You  see,  it's  the  same  book,  but 
it's  always  a  different  servant." — Suburban  Life. 

MRS.  HOUSEN  HOHM — "What  is  your  name?" 
APPLICANT  FOR  COOKSHIP — "Miss  Arlington." 
MRS.  HOUSEN  HOHM — "Do  you  expect  to  be  called  Miss 

Arlington?" 

APPLICANT — "No,  ma'am  ;  not  if  you  have  an  alarm  clock  in 

my   room." 

MISTRESS — "Nora,  I  saw  a  policeman  in  the  park  to-day 
kiss  a  baby.  I  hope  you  will  remember  my  objection  to  such 
things." 

NORA — "Sure,  ma'am,  no  policeman  would  ever  think  iv  kis -in' 
yer  baby  whin  I'm  around." 

See  also  Gratitude ;   Recommendations. 

SHOPPING 

CLERK — "Can  you  let  me  off  to-morrow  afternoon?  My 
wife  wants  me  to  go  shopping  with  her." 

EMPLOYER — "Certainly   not.     We   are   much   too   busy." 
CLERK — "Thank  you  very  much,   sir.     You  are  very  kind !" 

SHYNESS 

The  late  "Ian  Maclaren"  (Dr.  John  Watson)  once  told  this 
story  on  himself  to  some  friends: 

"I  was  coming  over  on  the  steamer  to  America,  when  one 
day  I  went  into  the  library  to  do  some  literary  work.  I  was 


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very  busy  and  looked  so,  I  suppose.  I  had  no  sooner  started 
to  write  than  a  diffident-looking  young  man  plumped  into  the 
chair  opposite  me,  began  twirling  his  cap  and  stared  at  me. 
I  let  him  sit  there.  An  hour  or  more  passed,  and  he  was 
still  there,  returning  my  occasional  and  discouraging  glances 
at  him  with  a  foolish,  ingratiating  smile.  I  was  inclined  to 
be  annoyed.  I  had  a  suspicion  that  he  was  a  reader  of  my 
books,  perhaps  an  admirer — or  an  autograph-hunter.  He  could 
wait.  But  at  last  he  rose,  and,  still  twirling  his  cap,  he  spoke: 
cuse  me.  Doctor  Watson:  I'm  getting  deathly  sick  in 
here  and  I'm  real  sorry  to  disturb  you,  but  I  thought  you'd 
like  to  know  that  ;  n  as  you  left  her  Mrs.  Watson 

fell  down  the  companion  way  Mairs.  an  '  -he  hurt  herself 

pretty  badly.'  " 

SIGNS 

When  the  late  Senator  Wolcott  first  went  to  Colorado  he 
and  his  brother  opened  a  law  office  at  Idaho  Springs  under 
the  linn  name  «.f  "K<1.  Wolcott  &  Bro."  Later  the  partner- 
ship was  dissolved.  The  future  senator  packed  his  few  assets. 
including  the  HUH  that  had  hum;  out.-i<le  of  his  office,  upon 
a  burro  and  started  for  '  .  n.  a  mining  town  farther  up 

in    the   hill-.      I'pon   his   arrival    In-  eted    by   a  crowd   of 

\\h<>  critical!-  d   him   and  his  outfit.   One  of  them, 

:    first   at  the  sjpn  that  hung  over  the  pack,  then  at   \\'<>1- 
and   finally   at   the   donkey,   ventured: 
.   which   of  y«.u   i^ 

k"  Kilgore,  of  Texas,  who  once  kicked  open  the  door 
of  the  House  of  Representatives  when  Speaker  Reed  had  all 
doors  the  minority  from  leaving  tin- 

am!    t:  i    vote,    v.  his    indiiTcrc: 

forms  and   rule-  annoyed  by    members  bring- 

ing   li  •         the    lli.,.r    of    the     H-  ' 

1*forc 

•ling  the   !  alant- 

ly  puffing  away  at  a    fat   ci-jar.     Tallin  he  told  him  to 


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give  his  compliments  to  the  gentleman  from  Texas  and  ask 
him  if  he  had  not  seen  the  signs.  After  a  while  the  page 
returned  and  seated  himself  without  reporting  to  the  Speaker, 
and  Mr.  Reed  was  irritated  to  see  the  gentleman  from  Texas 
continue  his  smoke.  With  a  frown  he  summoned  the  page 
and  asked : 

"Did  you  tell  the  gentleman  from  Texas  what  I  said?" 

"I  did,"  replied  the  page. 

"What    did    he    say?"    asked    Reed. 

"Well— er,"  stammered  the  page,  "he  said  to  give  his  com- 
pliments to  you  and  tell  you  he  did  not  believe  in  signs." 


SILENCE 
A  conversation  with  an  Englishman. — Heine. 

BALL— "What   is    silence?" 

HALL — "The  college  yell  of  the  school  of  experience." 

The  other  day  upon  the  links  a  distinguished  clergyman 
was  playing  a  closely  contested  game  of  golf.  He  carefully 
teed  up  his  ball  and  addressed  it  with  the  most  approved  grace; 
he  raised  his  driver  and  hit  the  ball  a  tremendous  clip,  but 
instead  of  soaring  into  the  azure  it  perversely  went  about 
twelve  feet  to  the  right  and  then  buzzed  around  in  a  circle. 
The  clerical  gentleman  frowned,  scowled,  pursed  up  his  mouth 
and  bit  his  lips,  but  said  nothing,  and  a  friend  who  stood  by 
him  said:  "Doctor,  that  is  the  most  profane  silence  I  ever 
witnessed." 


SIN 

Man-like  is  it  to  fall  into  sin, 
Fiend-like  is   it  to  dwell   therein, 
Christ-like   is   it   for  sin   to  grieve, 
God-like  is  it  all  sin  to  leave. 

'    — Friedrich  von  Logau. 


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A."  said  the  clergyman  to  the  Sunday-school  class,  "can 
any  of  you  tell  me  what  arc  sins  <>f  omission?" 

S  sir,"  said  the  small  boy.  "They  are  the  sins  we  ought 
to  have  done  and  haven't." 

SINGERS 

As  the  celebrated  soprano  began  to  sing,  little  Johnnie  be- 
came greatly  exercised  over  the  gesticulations  of  the  orches- 
tra conductor. 

"What's  that  man  shaking  his  stick  at  her  for?"  he  demanded 
indignantly. 

"Sh-h!     He's  not   shaking  his   stick  at   her." 

But  Johnny  was  not  convinced. 

"Then  what  in   thunder's  she  hollering  for?" 

A  visiting  clergyman  was  occupying  a  pulpit  in  St.  Louis 
one  Sunday  when  it  was  the  turn  of  the  bass  to  sing  a  solo, 
which  he  did  very  badly,  to  the  annoyance  of  the  preacher,  a 
lover  of  music.  When  the  singer  fell  back  in  his  seat,  red  of 
face  and  exhausted,  the  clergyman  arose,  placed  his  hands  on 
the  unopened  Bible,  deliberately  surveyed  the  faces  of  the  con- 
gregation, and  announced  the  text : 

"And  the  wind  ceased  and  there  was  a  great  calm." 
It  wasn't  the  text  he  had  chosen,  but  it  fitted  his  sermon  as 
well  as  the  occasion. 

One  cold,   wet,  and  windy   night  ho  came  upon  a  negro  shiv- 
ering in  the  doorway  of   an   Atlanta   storo.    \VoinU-ring   \\liat    the 
darky  could  hi-  doing,  standing  on   a   o»ld.    \\e:    night    in   such   a 
draughty  position,  tin-  pi(.|.rnt«r  of  the  shop  said: 
i.    what    are    you    doing   here?" 

iid  Jim.  "hut  I'm  gwine  to  sing  bass  tomor- 
row  mornin'  at  church,  an'  I  am  tryin'  to  ketch  a  cold." 

— Howard  MorS€. 

"'The    man    v.  at    work    is   a    hai 

•t    how   ahnnt   the   man   who  wtks   and   has  to  listen 
to  hi; 


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Miss  Jeannette  Gilder  was  one  of  the  ardent  enthusiasts  at 
the  debut  of  Tetrazzini.  After  the  first  act  she  rushed  to  the 
back  of  the  house  to  greet  one  of  her  friends.  "Don't  you 
think  she  is  a  vender?"  she  asked  excitedly. 

"She  is  a  great  singer  unquestionably,"  responded  her  more 
phlegmatic  friend,  "but  the  registers  of  her  voice  are  not  so 
even  as,  for  instance,  Melba's." 

"Oh,  bother  Melba,"  said  Miss  Gilder.  "Tetrazzini  gives  in- 
finitely more  heat  from  her  registers." 


At  a  certain  Scottish  dinner  it  was  found  that  every  one 
had  contributed  to  the  evening's  entertainment  but  a  certain 
Doctor  MacDonald. 

"Come,  come,  Doctor  MacDonald,"  said  the  chairman,  "we 
cannot  let  you  escape." 

The  doctor  protested  that  he  could  not  sing. 

"My  voice  is  altogether  unmusical,  and  resembles  the  sound 
caused  by  the  act  of  rubbing  a  brick  along  the  panels  of 
a  door." 

The  company  attributed  this  to  the  doctor's  modesty.  Good 
singers,  he  was  reminded,  always  needed  a  lot  of  pressing. 

"Very  well,"  said  the  doctor,  "if  you  can  stand  it  I  will 
sing." 

Long   before   he   had    finished    his   audience   was    uneasy. 

There  was  a  painful  silence  as  the  doctor  sat  down,  broken 
at  length  by  the  voice  of  a  braw  Scot  at  the  end  of  the  table. 

"Mon,"  he  exclaimed,  "your  singin's  no  up  to  much,  but 
your  veracity's  just  awful.  You're  richt  aboot  that  brick." 


She  smiles,  my  darling  smiles,  and  all 

The  world  is  filled   with  light; 
She  laughs — 'tis  like  the  bird's  sweet  call, 

In   meadows    fair   and   bright. 
She  weeps — the  world  is  cold  and  gray, 

Rain-clouds  shut  out  the  view ; 
She  sings — I  softly  steal  away 

And   wait  till   she  gets  through. 


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God  sent  his   singers  upon   earth 
\Yith   songs  of   sadness  and   of  mirth, 
That    they    might    touch    the    hearts    of    men. 
And   bring   them    back   to    heaven    again. 

— Longfelloiv. 

SKATING 

A  young  lady  entered  a  crowded  car  with  a  pair  of  skates 
slung  over  her  arm.  An  elderly  gentleman  arose  to  give  her 
his  seat. 

"Thank  you  very  much,  sir,"  she  said,  "but  I've  been  skat- 
ing all  afternoon,  and  I'm  tired  of  sitting  down." 

SKY-SCRAPERS 

<•    Buildings. 

SLEEP 

eiitly  a  friend  who  had  heard  that  I  sometimes  suffer 
from  insomnia  told  me  of  a  sure  cure.  "Eat  a  pint  of  peanuts 
and  drink  two  or  three  glasses  of  milk  before  going  to  bed," 
said  he,  "and  I'll  warrant  you'll  be  asleep  within  half  an  hour." 
I  did  as  he  suggested,  and  now  for  the  benefit  of  others  who 
may  be  afflicted  with  insomnia,  I  feel  it  my  duty  to  report  what 
happened,  so  far  as  I  am  able  to  recall  the  details. 

t,  let  me  say  my  friend  was  right.  I  did  go  to  sleep  very 
soon  after  my  retirement.  Then  a  friend  \sith  his  head  under 
his  arm  came  along  ami  a>ked  me  if  I  wanted  to  buy  his  feet 
I  was  negotiating  with  him,  when  the  dragon  on  which  I  was 
>.-d  ..nt  of  his  skin  and  left  me  floating  in  mid-air. 
While  I  was  considering  how  I  >bould  get  down,  a  bull  with 
two  heads  peered  over  the  edge  of  the  wall  and  said  he  would 
haul  me  up  if  I  would  first  climb  up  and  indlass  for 

him.  So  sliding  down  the  mountainside  the  brake- 

in,  and.!  :iini  \\hrii  the  train  would  reach 

ition. 


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"We  passed  your  station  four  hundred  years  ago,"  he  said, 
calmly  folding  the  train  up  and  slipping  it  into  his  \  ot 
pocket. 

At  this  juncture  the  clown  bounded  into  the  ring  and  pulled 
the  center-pole  out  of  the  ground,  lifting  the  tent  and  all  the 
people  in  it  up,  up,  while  I  stood  on  the  earth  below  watching 
myself  go  out  of  sight  among  the  clouds  above.  Then  I 
awoke,  and  found  I  had  been  asleep  almost  ten  minutes. — The 
Good  Health  Clinic. 

SMILES 

There   was  a  young   lady  of   Niger, 
Who  went  for  a   ride  on  a  tiger; 

They    returned    from   the   ride 

With  the  lady  inside, 
And  a  smile  on  the  face  of  the  tiger. 

— Gilbert  K.  Chesterton. 

SMOKING 

A  woman  is  only  a  woman,  but  a  good  cigar  is  a  smoke. 

— Rudyard  Kipling. 

AUNT    MARY — (horrified) — "Good    gracious.     Harold,    what 
would   your  mother  say  if   she   saw  you   smoking  cigarets?" 
HAROLD    (calmly)— "She'd    have    a   fit.      They're    her    cigar- 


An  Irish  soldier  on  sentry  duty  had  orders  to  allow  no  one 
to  smoke  near  his  post.  An  officer  with  a  lighted  cigar  ap- 
proached whereupon  Pat  boldly  challenged  him  and  ordered  him 
to  put  it  out  at  once. 

The  officer  with  a  gesture  of  disgust  threw  away  his  cigar, 
but  no  sooner  was  his  back  turned  than  Pat  picked  it  up  and 
quietly  retired  to  the  sentry  box. 

The  officer  happening  to  look  around,  observed  a  beautiful 
cloud  of  smoke  issuing  from  the  box.  He  at  once  chal- 
lenged Pat  for  smoking  on  duty. 

"Smoking,  is  it,  sorr?  Bedad,  and  I'm  only  keeping  it  lit 
to  show  the  corporal  when  he  comes  as  evidence  agin  you/' 


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SNEEZING 

While  campaigning  in  Iowa  Speaker  Cannon  was  once  in- 
veigled into  visiting  the  public  schools  of  a  town  where  he 
was  billed  to  speak.  In  one  of  the  lower  grades  an  ambitious 
teacher  called  upon  a  youthful  Demosthenes  to  entertain  the 
distinguished  visitor  with  an  exhibition  of  amateur  oratory. 
The  selection  attempted  was  Byron's  "Battle  of  Waterloo,"  and 
just  as  the  boy  reached  the  end  of  the  first  paragraph  Speaker 
Cannon  gave  vent  to  a  violent  sneeze.  "But,  hush!  hark!" 
declaimed  the  youngster;  "a  deep  sound  strikes  like  a  rising 
knell!  Did  ye  not  hear  it?" 

The  visitors  smiled  and  a  moment  later  the  second  sneeze — 
which  the  Speaker  was  vainly  trying  to  hold  back — came  with 
increased  violence. 

"P.m.  hark!"  Inuled  the  boy,  "that  heavy  sound  breaks 
in  once  more,  and  nearer,  clearer,  deadlier  than  before!  Arm! 
arm!  it  is — it  is — the  cannon's  opening  roar!" 

This  was  too  much,  and  the  laugh  that  broke  from  the  party 
swelled  to  a  roar  when  "Uncle  Joe"  chuckled:  "Put  up  your 
weapons,  children ;  I  won't  shoot  any  more." 

SNOBBERY 

Snobbery  is  the  pride  of  those   who  are  not  sure  of  their 

ion. 

SNORING 

e— An    unfavorable   report    from   headquarters. — Foolish 
Diction 

SOCIALISTS 

Anu>nu  tin  stories  told  of  the  late  Baron  de  Rothschild  is  one 
which  «lt -tails  h"\\  a  "change  of  heart"  once  came  to  his 

ut  fellow,  albeit  a  violent  "red." 

Alphonse  was  as  good  a  s<  one  would  wish  to  em- 

il   socialism  never  got    farther  than   attending  a 

•••.1   i,.   his   pol 
of  these  permissions  to  absent  himself  from 


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duty,  his  employer  noticed  one  week  that  he  did  not  ask  to 
go.  The  baron  thought  Alphonse  might  have  forgotten  the 
night.  Imt  when  the  next  week  he  stayed  at  home,  he  in- 
quired what  was  up. 

"Sir,"  said  the  valet,  with  the  utmost  dignity,  "some  of  my 
former  colleagues  have  worked  out  a  calculation  that  if  all  the 
wealth  in  France  were  divided  equally  per  capita,  each  indi- 
vidual would  be  the  possessor  of  two  thousand  francs." 

Then  he  stopped  as  if  that  told  the  whole  story,  so  said 
the  baron,  "What  of  that?" 

"Sir,"  came  back  from  the  enlightened  Alphonse,  "I  have 
five  thousand  francs  now."—  Warwick  James  Price. 

SOCIETY 

Smart  Society  is  made  up  of  the  worldly,  the  ileshy,  and  the 
devilish. — Harold  Melbourne. 

"What  are  her  days  at  home?" 

"Oh,  a  society  leader  has  no  days  at  home  any  more.  Now- 
adays she  has  her  telephone  hours." 

Society  consists  of  two  classes,  the  upper  and  the  lower.  The 
latter  cultivates  the  dignity  of  labor,  the  former  the  labor  of 
dignity. — Punch. 

There  was  a  young  person  called  Smarty, 
Who  sent  out   his   cards   for  a  party ; 

So  exclusive   and    few 

Were   the   friends  that  he   knew 
That   no    one    was   present   but    Smarty. 

SOLECISMS 

A  New  York  firm  recently  hung  the  following  sign'  at  the 
entrance  of  a  large  building:  "Wanted:  Sixty  girls  to  sew 
buttons  on  the  sixth  floor." 

Reporters  are  obliged  to  write  their  descriptions  of  accidents 
hastily  and  often  from  meager  data,  and  in  the  attempt  to 


TO  AS  I  l:  l<  '.v    HAND  H  0  411 

them  vivid  they  M>metiine<  make  them  ridiculous;  for 
example,  a  New  York  City  paper  a  few  days  ago,  in  describ- 
ing a  collision  between  a  train  and  a  motor  bus.  >aid  :  "The 
train,  to.,.  wa>  tilled  with  p..  Their  shrieks  mingled 

with  the  iT/Vjr  of  the  dead  and  the  dying  of  the  bus!" 


SONS 

"I     thought    your     father    looked     very     handsome    with    his 
gray  hair-." 

.   dear   old   chap.      I    ga\e   him   those." 

SOUVENIRS 

•riend   of  mine,   traveling   in   Ireland,   stopped   for  a  drink 

of  milk   at    a    white   cottage   with    a   thatched   roof,   and,   as   he 

sipped    hi>    refreshment,    he    noted,   on    a   center   table   under   a 

glass  dome,   a  brick   with  a   faded   red   n»c  upon  the  top  of  it. 

'iy  do  you  cherish  in  this   way,'  my  friend   said  to  his 

th  it   common   brick   and   that   dead   rose?' 

"  'Shure,  the   reply,   'there's   certain   memories   at- 

tachin'  to  them.     Do  ye  see  this  big  dent  in  my  head?    Well,  it 

i'v    that   brick.' 
the  rose?'  >aid   my  friend. 
His  host  smiled  'quietly. 

'  'The    rose,'    he    explained,    'is    off    the    grave   of    the    man 
that    threw   the  brick.'" 

SPECULATION 

There   are    two    times    in    a    man's    life    when    he    should    not 
speculate:    when    he    can't    afford    it.    and    when    he    tan.     Mtiik 
::n. 

SPEED 

"1    i  .iid    old    t  d    one 

Quag  man  to  a 
jy.    what 
"Got  himself  run  over  by  a  hca 


4i2  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

"So  you  heard  the  bullet  whiz  past  you?"  asked  the  lawyer 
of  the  darky. 

"Yes,  sah,  heard  it  twict." 

"How's  that?" 

"Heard  it  whiz  when  it  passed  me,  and  heard  it  again  when 
I  passed  it." 

A  near  race  riot  happened  in  a  southern  town.  The  negroes 
gathered  in  one  crowd  and  the  whites  in  another.  The  whites 
tired  their  revolvers  into  the  air,  and  the  negroes  took  to  their 
heels.  Next  day  a  plantation  owner  said  to  one  of  his  men : 
"Sam,  were  you  in  that  crowd  that  gathered  last  night?" 
"Yassir."  "Did  you  run  like  the  wind,  Sam?"  "No,  sir.  I 
didn't  run  like  the  wind,  'deed  I  didn't.  But  I  passed  two 
niggers  that  was  running  like  the  wind." 

A  guest  in  a  Cincinnati  hotel  was  shot  and  killed.  The 
negro  porter  who  heard  the  shooting  was  a  witness  at  the 
trial. 

"How  many  shots  did  you  hear?"  asked  the  lawyer. 

"Two   shots,   sah,"   he  replied. 

"How  far  apart  were  they?" 

"'Bout  like  dis  way,"  explained  the  negro,  clapping  his 
hands  with  an  interval  of  about  a  second-  between  claps. 

"Where  were  you  when  the  first  shot  was  fired?" 

"Shinin'  a  gemman's  shoe   in  the  basement  of  de   hotel." 

"Where   were  you   when   the   second   shot   was   fired?" 

"Ah  was  passin'  de  Big  Fo'  depot." 

SPINSTERS 

"Is  there  anyone  present  who  wishes  the  prayers  of  the 
congregation  for  a  relative  or  friend?"  asks  the  minister. 

"I  do,"  says  the  angular  lady  arising  from  the  rear  pew.  "I 
want  the  congregation  to  pray  for  my  husband." 

"Why,  sister  Abigail !"  replies  the  minister.  "You  have  no 
husband  as  yet." 

"Yes,  but  I  want  you  all  too  pitch  in  an'  pray  for  one  for 
me !" 


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Some  time  ago  the  wife  of  an  assistant  state  officer  gave 
a  party  to  a  lot  of  old  maids  of  her  town.  She  asked  each 
one  to  bring  a  photograph  of  the  man  who  had  tried  to  woo 
and  wed  her.  Each  of  the  old  maids  brought  a  photograph 
and  they  were  all  pictures  of  the  same  man,  the  hostess's  hus- 
band. 


Maude  Adams  was  one  day  discussing  with  her  old  negro 
"mammy"  the  approaching  marriage  of  a  friend. 

"When  is  you  gwine  to  git  married,  Miss  Maudie?"  asked 
the  mammy,  who  took  a  deep  interest  in  her  talented  young 
mistress. 

1  I  don't  know,  mammy,"  answered  the  star.  "I  don't  think 
I'll  ever  get  married." 

"Well,"  sighed  mammy,  in  an  attempt  to  be  philosophical, 
"they  do  say  ole  maids  is  the  nappies'  kind  after  they  quits 
strugglin'." 


l  to  the  Bachelor,  so  lonely  and  gay, 
For  it's  not  his   fault,  he  was  born  that  way; 
And  here's  to  the  Spinster,  so  lonely  and  good ; 
For  it's  not  her  fault,  she  hath  done  what  she  could. 


An  old  maid  on  the  wintry  side  of  fifty,  hearing  of  the 
marriage  of  a  pretty  young  lady,  her  friend,  observed  with  a 
deep  and  sentimental  sigh:  "Well,  I  suppose  it  is  what  we 
must  all  come  to." 


A  famous  spinster,  known  throughout  the  country  for  In  r 
charities,  was  entertaining  a  number  of  little  girls  from  a 
charitable  institution.  After  the  luncheon,  the  children  were 
shown  through  the  place,  in  order  that  they  might  enjoy 
the  many  beautiful  thini:  •  -ne«l. 

"'I'lr  ••:«licating   a   statue,    "is    Minerva." 

"Was   Minerva  married?"   asked  one  of  the   little  girls. 

"No,  my  vith  a  smile:  "Minerva 

was  the  Goddess  of  Wisdom."—/ 


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There    once    was   a   lonesome,    lorn   spinster, 
And   luck  had   for  years  been   ag'inst  her ; 
When    a   man   came    to   burgle 
She   shrieked,    with   a  gurgle, 
"Stop  thief,  while  I  call  in  a  min'ster!" 


SPITE 

Think  twice  before  you  speak,  and  then  you  may  be  able 
to  say  something  more  aggravating  than  if  you  spoke  right  out 
at  once. 


A  man  had  for  years  employed  a  steady  German  workman. 
One  day  Jake  came  to  him  and  asked  to  be  excused  from  work 
the  next  day. 

"Certainly,  Jake,"  beamed  the  employer.  "What  are  you 
going  to  do?" 

"Vail,"  said  Jake  slowly,  "I  tink  1  must  go  by  mein  wife's 
funeral.  She  dies  yesterday." 

After  the  lapse  of  a  few  weeks  Jake  again  approached  his 
boss  for  a  day  off. 

"All  right,  Jake,  but  what  are  you  going  to  do  this  time?" 

"Aber,"  said  Jake,  "I  go  to  make  me,  mit  mein  fraulein,  a 
wedding." 

"What?  So  soon?  Why,  it's  only  been  three  weeks  since 
you  buried  your  wife." 

"Ach !"  replied  Jake,  "I  don't  hold  spite  long." 

SPRING      • 

In    the    spring    the    housemaid's    fancy 

Lightly  turns  from  pot  and  pan 
To  the  greater  necromancy 

Of  a   young   unmarried    man. 
You  can  hold  her  through  the  winter, 

And  she'll  work  around   and   sing, 
But  it's  just  as  good  as  certain 

She  will  marry  in  the  spring. 


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It  is  easy  enough  to  look  pleasant, 

When  the  spring  comes  along  with  a  rush; 

But  the  fellow  worth-while 

Is  the  one  who  can  smile 
When  he  slips  and  sits  down  in   the   slush. 

— Leslie  Van  Every. 

STAMMERING 

One  of   the  ushers  approached   a   man   who  appeared  to  be 
annoying  those  about  him. 
"Don't  you  like  the  show?" 

es,    indeed!" 

"Then  why  do  you  persist  in  hissing  the  performers?" 
"Why.  in-nian  alive,   I  w-wn<-n't  h-hissing!     I  w-was  s-s-im- 
ply    s-s-s-saying    to     S-s-s-sammie    that    the     s-s-s-singing    is 
superb." 

A  man  who  stuttered  badly  went  to  a  specialist  and  after 
ten  difficult  lessons  learned  to  say  quite  distinctly,  "IV  tor 
Tiper  picked  a  peck  of  pickled  IK •;  His  friends  congrat- 

ulated him  upon  this  splendid  achievement. 

"Yes,"  said  the  man  doubtfully,  "but  it's  s-s-such  a  d-d-deuc- 
cdly  d-d-d-difficult  rem-mark  to  w-w-work  into  an  ordin-n-nary 
c-c-convers-s-sa-tion,  y'  know." 

STATESMEN 
A  statesman  is  a  dead  politician. — Mr.  D< 

man   is  a   man  who   finds  out   which   way  the  crowd 
:itf.   then   jumps   in    front   and   yells   like  bl. 

STATISTICS 

An  m   of   tcll- 

•  rd    all    the    news    in    li  ently    he 

i     for    help    against     the    pm^ivs.    «  ;  <  ss    in    his 

town,   with  tl  u  : 

"(  >1).     I  1  -vah.    crime    is   on    the    ••  It    ll 

becoming    more    prevalent     daily.       1     can     prove    it 


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PATIENT— "Tell  me  candidly,  Doc,  do  you  think  I'll  pull 
through  ?" 

DOCTOR — "Oh,  you're  bound  to  get  well — you  can't  help  your- 
self. The  Medical  Record  shows  that  out  of  one  hundred  cases 
like  yours,  one  per  cent  invariably  recovers.  I've  treated 
ninety-nine  cases,  and  every  one  of  them  died.  Why,  man  alive, 
you  can't  die  if  you  try!  There's  no  humbug  in  statistics." 

STEAK 

"Can  I  get  a  steak  here  and  catch  the  one  o'clock  train?" 
"It  depends  on  your  teeth,   sir." 

STEAM 

"Can  you  tell  what  steam  is  ?'  "  asked  the  examiner. 
"Why,    sure,   sir,"   replied   Patrick  confidently.     "Steam   is — 
Why — er — it's  wather  thot's  gone  crazy  wid  the  heat." 

STEAMSHIPS    AND    STEAMBOATS 

"That  new  steamer  they're  building  is  a  whopper,"  says 
the  man  with  the  shoe-button  nose. 

"Yes,"  agrees  the  man  with  the  recalcitrant  hair,  "but  my 
uncle  is  going  to  build  one  so  long  that  when  a  passenger  gets 
seasick  in  one  end  of  it  he  can  go  to  the  other  end  and  be 
clear  away  from  the  storm." 

STENOGRAPHERS 

A  beautiful  statuesque  blond  had  left  New  York  to  act 
as  stenographer  to  a  dignified  Philadelphia!!  of  Quaker  de- 
scent. On  the  morning  of  her  first  appearance  she  went  straight 
to  the  desk  of  her  employer. 

"I  presume,"  she  remarked,  "that  you  begin  the  day  over 
here  the  same  as  they  do  in  New  York?" 

"Oh,  yes,"  replied  the  employer,  without  glancing  up  from 
a  letter  he  was  reading. 

"Well,  hurry  up  and  kiss  me,  then,"  was  the  startling  re- 
joinder, "I  want  to  get  to  work." 


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STOCK   r.ROKKRS 

A  grain  broker  in   New  Boston,   Maine 
Said,   "That  market  gives   me  a  pain  ; 

I   can  hardly  hear  it, 

To  hull — I  don't  dare  it, 
For  it's  going  against  the  grain." 

— Minnesota  Minne-Ha-IIa. 

STRATEGY 

A  bird  dog  belonging  to  a  man  in  Mulvane  disappeared 
«  ek.  The  owner  put  this  "ad"  in  the  paper  and  insisted 
that  it  be  printed  exactly  as  he  wrote  it: 

LOST  OR  RUN  AWAY— One  Hvver  culered  burd  dog 
called  Jim.  Will  show  signs  of  hyderfobby  in  about  three 
days. 

The  dog  came  home  the  following  day. 

"Boy,    take    these    flowers    to    Miss    Bertie    Bohoo,    Room 

"My,  sir.  you're  the  fourth  gentleman  wot's  sent  her  fl" 
to-day." 

that?     What  the  deuce?     \V-\vho  sent  the  others?" 

"Oh,  they  didn't  send  any  namrs.  They  all  said.  'She'll 
know  \\1  come  from.'  " 

"Well,  here,  take  my  card,  Mid  tell  her  the>e  are  from 
the  same  one  who  sent  the  other  three  b«. 

The  litti.  i  great   <le;il  <>f  trouble  i>n»n 

ing   some   of   the    words    she    nut    \\itli.      "Vim  .    given 

her  the  m-  rieved  to  kn<>\v    that 

the   vil  being    entertained    by    her    efforts    in    this   di- 

rection. 

She   was   sent   one  day   to   the  ih    the   vinegar-jug, 

to  get    it    filled,    and    h;i  the    people 

haude.l 
tin-    clerk    with: 

ell   the   month   of   it    and   gi\«  ;irt." 


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A  young  couple  had  been  courting  for  several  years,  and 
the  young  man  seemed  to  be  in  no  hurry  to  marry.  Finally, 
one  day,  he  said: 

"Sail,  I   canna  marry  thee." 

"How's  that?"  asked  she. 

"I've   changed   my    mind,"    said    he. 

"Well,  I'll  tell  thee  what  we'll  do,"  said  she.  "If  folks  know 
that  it's  thee  as  has  given  me  up  I  shanna  be  able  to  get  an- 
other chap;  but  if  they  think  I've  given  thee  up  then  I  can 
get  all  I  want.  So  we'll  have  banns  published  and  when  the 
wedding  day  comes  the  parson  will  say  to  thee,  'Wilt  thou 
have  this  woman  to  be  thy  wedded  wife?'  and  thou  must  say, 
'I  will.'  And  when  he  says  to  me,  'Wilt  thou  have  this  man 
to  be  thy  wedded  husband?'  I  shall  say,  'I  winna.' " 

The  day  came,  and  when  the  minister  asked  the  important 
question  the  man  answered : 

"I  will."    ' 

Then  the  parson  said  to  the  woman : 

"Wilt  thou  have  this  man  to  be  thy  wedded  husband?"  and 
she  said: 

"I  will." 

"Why,"  said  the  young  man  furiously,  "you  said  you  would 
say  'I  winna.'  " 

"I  know  that,"  said  the  young  woman,  "but  I've  changed 
my  mind  since." 


Charles  Stuart,  formerly  senator  from  Michigan,  was  travel- 
ing by  stage  through  his  own  state.  The  weather  was  bitter 
cold,  the  snow  deep,  and  the  roads  practically  unbroken,  'i  he- 
stage  was  nearly  an  hour  late  at  the  dinner  station  and  every- 
body was  cross  and  hungry. 

In  spite  of  the  warning,  "Ten  minutes  only  for  refresh- 
ments," Senator  Stuart  sat  down  to  dinner  with  his  usual  de- 
liberation. When  he  had  finished  his  first  cup  of  coffee  the 
other  passengers  were  leaving  the  table.  By  the  time  his  sec- 
ond cup  arrived  the  stage  was  at  the  door.  "All  aboard !" 
shouted  the  driver.  The  senator  lingered  and  called  for  a 
third  cup  of  coffee. 


TOASTER'S    II .  /  .V  D  B  O  O  K 

While  the  household,  as  was  the  custom,  assembled  at  the 
door  to  see  the  stage  off,  the  senator  calmly  continued  his  meal. 
Suddenly,  just  as  the  stage  was  starting,  ho  pounded  violently 
on  the  dining-room  table.  The  landlord  hurried  in.  The  sena- 
tor wanted  a  dish  of  rice-pudding.  When  it  came  he  called 
for  a  spoon.  There  wasn't  a  spoon  to  be  found. 

"That  shock-headed  fellow  took  'em!"  exclaimed  the  land- 
lady. "I  knew  him  for  a  thief  the  minute  I  laid  eyes  on 
him." 

The   landlord  jumped  to  the  same  conclusion. 

'Hustle  after  that  stage!"  he  shouted  to  the  sheriff,  who 
was  untying  his  horse  from  the  rail  in  front  of  the  tavern. 
"Bring  'em  all  back.  They've  taken  the  silver!" 

A  few  minutes  later  the  stage,  in  charge  of  the  sheriff, 
swung  around  in  front  of  the  house.  The  driver  was  in  a 
fury. 

oh    them    passengers!"    insisted    the    landlord. 

P.iit   before  the  officer  could   move,   the   senator   opened   the 
stepped   inside,   then    leaned    out,  touched   the   sher- 
iff's arm   and   whisj  < 

'1    the    landlord    he'll    find    his    spoons   in    the   coffer 


SUBWAYS 

Any  one  who  has  ever  traveled  on  the  New  York  subway 
in  rush  hours  can  easily  appreciate  the  follow i; 

A    little    man.    wedded    into    the    middle    of    a    car,    suddenly 
thought    01  kets,     and    <|ir'  -:.lden!y    remembered 

that   he   had    some    money   in   his   overcoat.      He    plunged    his 
hand  into  hi  -omcwhat  shocked  up«»n  encounter- 

ing  the   list   of  a    fat    fellow  ; 

"Aha!"   snorted    the    latter.      "I    can-lit    you    tb. 

Vd   the  little  man  my   hand  !" 

..|    the    fat    i 

"Scoumli'  ihc    little 

Just    then    a   tall   man   in   tlu-ir   vi.ii'  n   his 

don'l 

min.1  our    b.-ind*.   out    «.! 


420  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

SUCCESS 
Nothing  succeeds  like  excess. — Life. 

Nothing  succeeds  like  looking  successful. — llcnricttc  Cork- 
lam!. 

Success  in  life  often  consists  in  knowing  just  when  to  dis- 
agree with  one's  employer. 

A  New  Orleans  lawyer  was  asked  to  address  the  boys  of  a 
business  school.  He  commenced : 

"My  young  friends,  as  I  approached  the  entrance  to  this 
room  I  noticed  on  the  panel  of  the  door  a  word  eminently 
appropriate  to  an  institution  of  this  kind.  It  expresses  the  one 
thing  most  useful  to  the  average  man  when  he  steps  into  the 
arena  of  life.  It  was " 

"Pull,"  shouted  the  boys,  in  a  roar  of  laughter,  and  the 
lawyer  felt  that  he  had  taken  his  text  from  the  wrong  side 
of  the  door. 


I'd  rather  be  a  Could  Be 

If  I  could  not  be  an  Are ; 
For  a  Could  Be  is  a   May  Be, 

With  a  chance  of  touching  par. 
I'd   rather  be  a   Has   Been 

Than  a  Might  Have  Been,  by  far ; 
For  a  Might  Have  Been  has  never  been, 

But  a  Has  was  once  an  Are. 


Tis  not  in  mortals  to  command  success, 
But    we'll    do   more,    Sempronius, — 
We'll  deserve  it. 

— Addison. 

There  are  two  ways  of  rising  in  the  world  :   either  by  one's 
own    industry    or    profiting    by    the    foolishness    of    others. — La 


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Success  is  counted  s \\cetest 
By  those  who  ne'er  succeed. 

— Emily  Dickinson. 

See  also  Making  good. 

SUFFRAGETTES 

When  a  married   woman  goes  out  to  look  after  her  rights, 
her  husband  is  usually  left   at  home  to  look  after  his  wrongs. 

—Child  Harold. 

"'I'llo,    Bill,    'ow's    things    with    ycr?" 
•kin'   up,   Tom,    lookin'   up." 
h  cost  o'  livin'  not  'ittin'  yer,   Bill?" 

so    'ard,    Tom — not    so    'ard.      The    missus    'as    went 
orf  on  a  hunger  stroike,  and  me  butcher's  bills  is  cut  in  arf!" 

I'd  hate  t'  be  married  t'  a   suffragette  an'  have  t'  eat  Bat- 
tle Creek  breakfasts. — .-I be  Martin. 

T  ENGLISHMAN — "Why  do  you  allow  your  wife  to  be  a 
militant  suffragette?" 

iND  F.N'.I  .IMI  MAN — "\\hcn  she's  busy  wrecking  things 
outside  we  have  comparative  peace  at  home." — Life. 

Recipe   for  a   suffragette : 

the  power  that  already  lies  in  her  hands 

i   add  equal    rights   with  tin 

11    find   votes  that    used   t<>   bring    two   or   three  plunks. 
Marked  d«.\\n  to  ninety-eight  cents. 

When  Mrs.  I'aukliur-t.  the  I-'.uglish  suffragette,  was  in  Amcr- 
mc  t  and  In  r. nnc  \ti\    muc'i  attached  to   M 
York  \viiMiaii  of  singular  cl<  i"  mind  and  p< 

had    ripened    s,,tne\\  I'.it    Mis. 
I'anklinrst   \eiiture-! 

"I    •!  a    suffrage' 

:i    know.     Mrs 
l;hurst.    1    .1111   happi  I." 


422  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

BILL — "Jake  said  he  was  going  to  break  up  the   suffragette 
meeting   the    other   night.     Were   his   plans   carried   out?" 
DILL — "No,  Jake   was." — Life. 

SLASHER — "Been  in  a  fight?" 

MASHER — "No.     I   tried   to    flirt   with   a  pretty   suffragette." 

— Judge. 

"What   sort  of  a   ticket  does  your  suffragette  club   favor?" 
"Well,"    replied    young    Mrs.    Torkins,    ''if    we    owned    right 
up,   I   think  most  of  us  would  prefer  matinee  tickets." 

See  also  Woman  suffrage. 

SUICIDE 

The  Chinese  Consul  at  San  Francisco,  at  a  recent  dinner, 
discussed  his  country's  customs. 

"There  is  one  custom,"  said  a  young  girl  "that  I  can't 
understand — and  that  is  the  Chinese  custom  of  committing 
suicide  by  eating  goldleaf.  I  can't  understand  how  gold-leaf 
can  kill." 

"The  partaker,  no  doubt,"  smiled  the  Consul,  "succumbs 
from  a  consciousness  of  inward  gilt." 

SUMMER  RESORTS 

GABE — "What  are  you  going  back  to  that  place  for  this  sum- 
mer. Why,  last  year  it  was  all  mosquitoes  and  no  fishing." 

STEVE — "The  owner  tells  me  that  he  has  crossed  the  mos- 
quitoes with  the  fish,  and  guarantees  a  bite  every  second." 

"I  suppose,"  said  the  city  man,  "there  are  some  queer  char- 
acters around  an  old  village  like  this." 

"You'll  find  a  good  many,"  admitted  the  native,  "when 
the  hotels  fill  up." 

SUNDAY 

Albert   was  a  solemn-eyed,   spiritual-looking   child. 
"Nurse,"   he    said    one    day,    leaving    his    blocks    and    laying 
his  hand  on  her  knee,  "nurse,  is  this  God's  day?" 


TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK  .423 

"X  .iitl  the  nur-c.  "this  is  not  Sunday;  it  i-  Thurs- 

day." 

'I'm  so  sorry,"  he  said,   sadly,  and   went  hack  to  his  blocks. 

I'he  next  day  and  the  next  in  his  serious  manner  he  asked 
the  same  question,  and  the  nurse  tearfully  said  to  the  cook: 

"That   child  is  too  good  for  this  world." 

On  Sunday  the  question  was"  repeated,  and  the  nurse,  with 
a  soh  in  her  voice,  said:  "Yes.  Iambic,  this  is  God's  day." 

"Then    where    is   the   funny    paper?"   he   demanded. 

Ti:.u  ii IK — "Good  little  hoys  do  not  skate  on  Sunday,  Curky. 
Don't  you  think   that  is   very  nice  of  them?" 
.^KY— "Sure  t'ing!" 

"And    why    is    it    nice    of    them.    Corky?" 
CORKY — "Aw,   it   leaves   more   room   on   de   ice!    See?" 

Of    all    the    days    that's    in    the    week. 

I  dearly  love  but  one  day, 
And  that's  the  day  that  comes  betwixt 

A  Saturday  and  Monday. 

—Henry  Carey. 

O  day  of  rest!  How  beautiful,  how  fair, 
How    welcome  to  the    weary   and   the  old! 
May   of   the    Lord!    and    truce   to   earthly   care! 
hay  of  the    Lord,  as  all  our  days  should 

— Longfellow. 

SUNDAY  SCHOOLS 

A,  Willie,"  said  the  superintendent's  little  boy,  addres- 
sing the  blacksmith's  little  boy,  who  had  come  over  for  a 
frolic,  "we'll  ]  th  School.'  You  give  me  a  nickel 

\    m« milix.   an«l    then   at   Christmas   I'll  give 

•it    hai;    of   candy." 

When  Lottie   returned   from 
she  was  asked   what   she  had  lemied. 

"God   made   the    world    in    six    da\s   ami    was    a  i   the 

her  version  of  the   lesson   imparted. 


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The  teacher  asked:  "When  did  Moses  live?" 

After  the  silence  had  become  painful  she  ordered :  "Open 
your  Old  Testaments.  What  does  it  say  there?" 

A  boy  answered:   "Moses,  4000." 

"Now,"  said  the  teacher,  "why  didn't  you  know  when  Mos- 
es lived?" 

"Well,"  replied  the  boy,  'fl  thought  it  was  his  telephone 
number." — Suburban  Life. 


"How  many  of  you  boys,"  asked  the  Sunday-school  su- 
perintendent, "can  bring  two  other  boys  next  Sunday?" 

There  was  no  response  until  a  new  recruit  raised  his  hand 
hesitatingly. 

"Well,  William?" 

"I  can't  bring  two,  but  there's  one  little  feller  I  can  lick, 
and  I'll  do  my  damnedest  to  bring  him." 

SUPERSTITION 

Superstition  is  a  premature  explanation  overstaying  its  time. 
—George  lies. 


SURPRISE 

"Where  are  you  goin'  ma?"  asked  the  youngest  of  five 
children. 

"I'm  going  to  a  surprise  party,  my  dear,"  answered  the 
mother. 

"Are  we  all  goin',  too?" 

"No,  dear.     You   weren't    invited." 

After   a   few   moments'   deep   thought : 

"Say,  ma,  then  don't  you  think  they'd  be  lots  more  sur- 
prised if  you  did  take  us  all?" 


SWIMMERS 

Two    negro    roustabouts    at    New    Orleans    were   continually 
bragging   about  their  ability   as   long   distance   swimmers  and   a 


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:nboat  man  got  up  a  match.  The  man  who  swam  the 
longest  distance  was  to  receive  $5.  The  Alabama  Whale  im- 
mediately stripped  on  the  dock,  but  the  Human  Steamboat  said 
he  had  some  business  and  would  return  in  a  few  minutes.  The 
Whale  swam  the  river  four  or  five  times  for  exercise  and  by 
that  time  the  Human  Steamboat  returned.  He  wore  a  pair 
of  swimming  trunks  and  had  a  sheet  iron  cook  stove  strapped 
on  his  back.  Tied  around  his  neck  were  a  dozen  packages 
Dining  bread,  flour,  bacon  and  other  eatables.  The  Whale 
gazed  at  his  opponent  in  amazement. 

"Whar  yo'  vittles?"  demanded  the  Human  Steamboat. 
ittles   fo'   what?"   asked   the   Whale. 

n't  yo'  ask  me  fo'  nothin'  on  the  way  ovah,"  warned 
the  Steamboat.  "Mali  fust  stop  is  New  York  an'  mah  next 
stop  is  London." 

SYMPATHY 

nipathixer  is  a  fellow  that's  for  you  as  Ion-   as  it   don't 
cost  anything. 

Dwight  L.  Moody  was  riding  in  a  car  one  clay  when  it  was 
hailed  by  a  man  much  the  worse  for  liquor,  who  presently 
staggered  along  the  car  between  two  rows  of  well-dressed 
people,  regardless  of  tender  feet. 

Murmurs  and  complaints  arose  on  all  sides  and  demands 
were  heard  that  the  offender  should  be  ejected  at  once. 

But  amid  the  storm  of  abuse  one  friendly  voice  was  raised. 
Mr.  Moody  rose  from  his  seat,  saying: 

"No,  no,  friends!     Let  the  man  sit  down  and  be  quiet." 

The  drunken  one  turned,  and,  seizing  the  famous  evangelist 
by  the  hand,  exclaimed: 

"Thank  ye,  sir — thank  iow  what  it  is  to 

Itr  drunk." 

I  lie   man    msluM   excitedly   into   the    smoking    CS1       "A    lady 
ted  in  the  next  car!      I  .»<ly  got  any   whiskey?" 

he  asked. 

intly  a  half  d<  ;  <•  thrust  mil   to  him.     Taking 

the  nearist  i  ncd  the  bottle  up  and  took  a  big  th 


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then,  handing  the  Husk   hack,   said,   "Thank  you.     It  always   did 
make  me   feel  sick   to  see  a   lady   faint.'5 

A  tramp  went  to  a  farmhouse,  and  sitting  down  in  the  front 
yard  began  to  eat  the  grass. 

The  housewife's  heart  went  out  to  him :  "Poor  man,  you 
must  indeed  he  hungry.  Come  around  to  the  back." 

The   tramp    beamed   and   winked   at   the   hired   man. 

"There,"  said  the  housewife,  when  the  tramp  hove  in  sight, 
pointing  to  a  circle  of  green  grass,  "try  that:  you  will  find 
that  grass  so  much  longer." 

Strengthen  me  by  sympathizing  with  my  strength  not  my 
weakness. — Amos  Branson  Alcott. 


SYNONYMS 

"I  don't  believe  any  two  words  in  the  English  language  are 
synonymous." 

"Oh,  I  don't  know.  What's  the  matter  with  'raise'  and 
'lift'?" 

"1  here's  a  big  difference.  I  'raise'  chickens  and  have  a 
neighbor  who  has  been  known  to  'lift'  them." 


TABLE  MANNERS 
See  Dining. 

TACT 

It  was  at  the  private  theatricals,  and  the  young  man  wished 
to  compliment  his  hostess,  saying: 

"Madam,  you  played  your  part  splendidly.  It  fits  you  to 
perfection." 

"I'm  afraid  not.  A  young  and  pretty  woman  is  needed  for 
that  part,"  said  the  smiling  hostess. 

"But,   madam,  you   have  positively   proved   the  contrary." 


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TAFT,  WILLIAM  HOWARD 

When  Mr.  Taft  was  on  his  campaigning  tour  in  the 
Set"  ore.  he  had  been  elected  President,  lie  stopped  at  t he- 
home  of  an  old  friend.  It  was  a  small  house,  not  well  built, 
and  as  he  walked  about  in  his  room  the  unsubstantial  little 
house  fairly  shook  with  his  tread.  When  he  got  into  bed  that 
receptacle,  unused  to  so  much  weight,  gave  way,  precipitating 
on  the  floor. 

His  friend  hurried  to  his  door. 

"What's  the  matter,  Bill?" 

"Oh,  I'm  all  right,  I  guess,"  Taft  called  out  to  his  friend 
good-naturedly;  "but  say,  Joe,  if  you  don't  find  me  here  in 
the  morning  look  in  the  cellar." 

One  morning  a  few  summers  ago  President  Taft,  wearing  the 
largest  bathing  suit  known  to  modern  times,  threw  his  sub- 
stantial form  into  the  cooling  waves  of  Beverly  Bay.  Short- 
ly afterward  one  neighbor  said  to  another:  "Let's  go  bathing." 

"How  can  we?"  was  the  response.  "The  President  is 
using  the  ocean." 

TALENT 
See  Actors  and  actresses. 

TALKERS 

Some  years  ago,  Mark  Twain  was  a  guest  of  honor  at  an 
opera  box-party  given  by  a  prominent  member  of  New  York 
society.  The  hostess  had  been  particularly  talkative  all  dur- 
ing the  performance — to  Mr.  Clements  increasing  irritation. 

ard  the  end  of  the  opera,  she  turned  to  him  and  said 
gushingly: 

"Oh,  my  dear  Mr.  Clcnn  n-.  I  do  so  want  you  to  be  with 
US  next  Friday  evening.  I  in  certain  you  will  like  it — the 
opera  will  be  To« 

"Charmed,  I'm  sure,"  replied  Clemens.  "I've  never  heard 
you  in  tl 


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It  was  a  beautiful  evening  and  Ole,  who  had  screwed  up 
courage  to  take  Mary  for  a  ride,  was  carried  away  by  the 
magic  of  the  night. 

"Mary,"  he  asked,  "will  you   marry  me?" 

"Yes,   Ole,"  she  answered   softly. 

Ole  lapsed  into  a  silence  that  at  last  became  painful  to  his 
fiancee. 

"Ole,"  she  said  desperately,  "why  don't  you  say  some- 
thing?" 

"Ay  tank,"  Ole  replied,  "they  bane  too  much  said  already." 

"Sir,"  said  the  sleek-looking  agent,  approaching  the  desk  of 
the  meek,  meaching-looking  man  and  opening  one  of  those 
folding  thingumajigs  showing  styles  of  binding,  "I  believe  I 
can  interest  you  in  this  massive  set  of  books  containing  the 
speeches  of  the  world's  greatest  orators.  Seventy  volumes, 
one  dollar  down  and  one  dollar  a  month  until  the  price,  six 
hundred  and  eighty  dollars,  has  been  paid.  This  set  of  books 
gives  you  the  most  celebrated  speeches  of  the  greatest  talkers 
the  world  has  ever  known  and " 

"Let  me  see  the  index,"  said  the  meek  man. 

The  agent  handed  it  to  him  and  he  looked  through  it 
carefully  and  methodically,  running  his  finger  along  the  list 
of  names. 

Reaching  the  end  he  handed  the  index  back  to  the  agent 
and  said :  "It  isn't  what  you  claim  it  is.  I  happen  to  know 
the  greatest  talker  in  the  world,  and  you  haven't  her  in  the 
index." 

A  guest  was  expected  for  dinner  and  Bobby  had  received 
five  cents  as  the  price  of  his  silence  during  the  meal.  He  was 
as  quiet  as  a  mouse  until,  discovering  that  his  favorite  des- 
sert was  being  served,  he  could  no  longer  curb  his  enthusiasm. 
He  drew  the  coin  from  his  pocket,  and  rolling  it  across  the 
table,  exclaimed:  "Here's  your  nickel,  Mamma.  I'd  rather 
talk." 

A  belated  voyager  in  search  of  hilarity  stumbled  home  after 
one  o'clock  and  found  his  wife  waiting  for  him.  The  curtain 
lecture  that  followed  was  of  unusual  virulence,  and  in  the  midst 


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of  it  he  fell  asleep.     Awakening  a  few  hours  later  he  found  his 
till  pouring  forth  a  regular  cascade  of  denunciation.  Eye- 
:-.er    sleepily    he    said    curiously, 
"Say,  are  you   talking  yet   or  again?" 

"You  must  not  talk  all  the  time,  Ethel,"  said  the  mother 
who  had  been  interrupted. 

"When  will  1  he  old  enough  to,  Mama?"  asked  the  little 
girl. 

While  the  late  Justice  Brewer  was  judge  in  a  minor  court 

U  presiding  at   the   trial  of  a   wife's   suit   for   separation 

and    alimony.      The    defendant    acknowledged    that    he    hadn't 

to   his   wife  in  five  years,  and  Judge   Brewer  put   in  a 

question. 

"What  explanation  have  you,"  he  asked  severely,  "for  not 
speaking  to  your  wife  in  five  years?" 

r  Honor,"  replied  the  husband,  "I  didn't  like  to  interrupt 
the  lady." 

Sin-  was  in  an  imaginative  mood. 

"Henry,  dear,"  she  said  after  talking  two  hours  without 
a  recess,  "I  sometimes  wish  I  were  a  mermaid.'' 

"It   would   l>e   fatal,"   snapped  her   weary  hubby, 
tal!     In   what  way?" 

"Why,  you  couldn't  keep  your  mouth  closed  long  enough 
to  keep  from  drowning." 

And  after  that,  Henry  did  not  get  any  supper. 

•ee  they've  invented  another  automatic  machine  that  takes 
the   place   of   a   man,"   remarked    Miss    Peppery.     "But   they'll 
nt  a  machine  that  could  take  the  place  of  a  \v<  m.m." 
T    don't    know,"    replied    Knox,    "there's    the    phono- 
graph." 

A  street-car  was  getting  under  way  when  two  women,  rush 
ing  from  oppo  rcct  to  greet  each  other,  met 

right  in  the   middle  of  the  <  ami   in   front  of  the  car. 

There   the  two  stopped   and    lu-yan    to   talk.     The   O 

lit  the  women  did  not  a  was  there, 

passengers,  whose  heads  were  immediately  thrust 


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out  of  the  windows  to  ascertain  what  the  trouble  was,  began 
to  make  sarcastic  remarks,  but  the  two  women  heeded  them 
not. 

Finally  the  motorman  showed  that  he  had  a  saving  scu^c 
of  humor.  Leaning  over  the  dash-board,  he  inquired,  in  the 
gentlest  of  tones: 

"Pardon  me,  ladies,  but  shall  I  get  you  a  couple  of  chairs?" 

A — "I  used  a  word  in  speaking  to  my  wife  which  offended 
her  sorely  a  week  ago.  She  has  not  spoken  a  syllable  to  me 
since." 

B — "Would  you  mind  telling  me  what  it  was?" 

In  general  those  who  have  nothing  to  say 
Contrive  to  spend  the  longest  time  in  doing  it. 

— Lowell. 


See  also  Wives. 


TARDINESS 


"You'll  be  late  for  supper  sonny,"  said  the  merchant,  in 

passing  a  small  boy  who  was  carrying  a  package. 

"No,  I  won't,"  was  the  reply.  "I've  dot  de  meat." — Mabel 
Lang. 

"How  does  it  happen  that  you  are  five  minutes  late  at  school 
this  morning?"  the  teacher  asked  severely. 

"Please,  ma'am,"  said  Ethel,  "I  must  have  overwashed  my- 
self." 

TARIFF 

Why  not  have  an  illuminated  sign  on  the  statue  of  Liberty 
saying,  "America  expects  every  man  to  pay  his  duty?" — Kent 
Packard. 

TASTE 

"It  isn't  wise  for  a  painter  to  be  too  frank  in  his  criticisms," 
said  Robert  Henri  at  a  luncheon.  "I  know  a  very  outspoken 


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painter    whose    little    daughter   called    at   a    friend's   house    and 
said  : 

>w  me  your   new  parlor  rug,  won't  you,  please?' 

"So,  with  great  pride,  the  hostess  led  the  little  girl  into 
the  drawing-room,  and  raised  all  the  Minds,  so  that  the  light 
mi'Jit  >:rram  in  abundantly  upon  the  gorgeous  colors  of  an  ex- 
pensive Kirmanshah. 

"The  little  girl  stared  down  at  the  rug  in  silence.  Then,  as 
she  turned  away,  she  said  in  a  rather  disappointed  voice: 

"  'It  doesn't  make  me  sick !'  " 


TEACHERS 

A  rural  school  has  a  pretty  girl  as  its  teacher,  but  she 
was  much  troubled  because  many  of  her  pupils  were  late  every 
morning.  At  last  she  made  the  announcement  that  she  would 
kiss  the  first  pupil  to  arrive  at  the  schoolhouse  the  next  morn- 
ing. At  sunrise  the  largest  three  boys  of  her  class  were  sit- 
ting on  the  doorstep  of  the  schoolhouse,  and  by  six  o'clock  every 
boy  in  the  school  and  four  of  the  directors  were  waiting  for 
her  to  arrive. 

"Why  did  you  break  your  engagement  with  that  school 
teacli 

"If  I  failed  to  show  up  at  her  house  every  evening,  she 
expected  me  to  bring  a  written  excuse  signed  by  my  mother." 

Among  the  youngsters  belonging  to  a  college  settlement   in 
a   New  England  city  was   one  little  girl   who  returned  to  her 
humble  home  with  glowing  accounts  of  tin-  new  teacher. 
"She's  a  perfect  lady,"  exclaimed  the  enthusiastic  youngster. 
The   child's   mother   Rave    her    a   doubtful    look.     "How    do 
know?"  she  said    "Y<>u've  only  known  her  two  da 

v  enough  tcllin'."  continued   the  child.   "I  know  she's 
a  perfect  l.idy,  because  she  makes  you  feel  polite  all  the  time." 

MOT  i  c  teacher  complains  you   have  not   had  a  cor- 

n  month  ;   why  i^ 
SON — "She  always  kisses  me  when  I  get  them  ri. 


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There  was  a  meeting  of  the  new  tracluTs  and  the  old.  It 
was  a  sort  of  love  feast,  reception  or  whatever  you  call  it. 
Anyhow  all  the  teachers  got  together  and  pretended  they  didn't 
have  a  care  in  the  world.  After  the  eats  were  et  the  sym- 
posiarch  proposed  a  toast : 

"Long  Live  Our  Teachers!" 

It  was  drunk  enthusiastically.  One  of  the  new  teachers 
was  called  on  to  respond.  He  modestly  accepted.  His  answer 
was : 

"What  On?" 

TEACHER — "Now,  Willie,  where  did  you  get  that  chewing 
gum?  I  want  the  truth." 

WILLIE — "You  don't  want  the  truth,  teacher  an'  I'd  ruther 
not  tell  a  lie." 

TEACHER — "How  dare  you  say  I  don't  want  the  truth  !  Tell 
me  at  once  where  you  got  that  chewing-gum." 

WILLIE — "Under   your   desk." 

Grave    is    the    Master's    look;    his    forehead    wears 
Thick  rows  of  wrinkles,  prints  of  worrying  cares  : 
Uneasy  lie  the  heads  of  all  that  rule, 
His  worst  of  all  whose  kingdom  is  a  school. 

—O.   W.  Holmes. 

TEARS 

Two  Irishmen  who  had  just  landed  were  eating  their  din- 
ner in  a  hotel,  when  Pat  spied  a  bottle  of  horseradish.  Not 
knowing  what  it  was  he  partook  of  a  big  mouthful,  which 
brought  tears  to  his  eyes. 

Mike,  seeing  Pat  crying,  exclaimed:  "Phat  be  ye  cryin'  fer?" 

Pat,  wishing  to  have  Mike  fooled  also,  exclaimed:  "I'm 
crying  fer  me  poor  ould  mother,  who's  dead  way  over  in  Ire- 
land." 

By  and  by  Mike  took  some  of  the  radish,  whereupon  tears 
filled  his  eyes.  Pat,  seeing  them,  asked  his  friend  what  he 
was  crying  for. 

Mike  replied:  "Because  ye  didn't  die  at  the  same  time  yi-r 
poor  ould  mother  did." 


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TEETH 

There  was  an  old  man  of  Tarcntum, 
Who    gnashed    his    false    teeth    till    he   bent    'em : 
And    when   asked    for   the  cost 
Of  what  he  had  lost, 

.  "I  really  can't  toll  for  I  rent  'em!" 

—Gilbert  K.  Chesterton. 


Pat  came  to  the  office  with  his  jaw  very  much  swollen 
from  a  tooth  he  desired  to  have  pulled.  But  when  the  suf- 
iVrinu  son  of  Erin  got  into  the  dentist's  chair  and  saw  the 
gleaming  pair  of  forceps  approaching  his  face,  he  positively 
refused  to  open  his  mouth. 

The  dentist  quietly  told  his  office  boy  to  prick  his  patient 
with  a  pin,  and  when  Pat  opened  his  mouth  to  yell  the  den- 
tist seized  the  tooth,  and  out  it  came. 

"It  didn't  hurt  as  much  as  you  expected  it  would,  did  it?" 
the  dentist  asked  smiling. 

"Well,  no,"  replied  Pat  hesitatingly,  as  if  doubting  the 
truthfulness  of  his  admission.  "But."  In-  added,  placing  his 
hand  on  tin  >]>•  t  where  the  hoy  jabbed  him  wUh  the  pin.  "Be- 
gorra,  little-  did  I  think  the  roots  would  reach  down  like  that." 


An  Irishman  with  onr  side  of  his  fan-  badly  swollen  stepped 
i  >r.   Wicten's  office   and    inquired    if  the   dentist    was   in. 

in    the    dentist. "    said    the    doctor. 
"Well,    then,    1    want    \  \\  bat's    the    matter    wid    me 

The  doctor  examined  the  offending  molar,  and  explain 
"'I  1  hat's    tin-    mar 

"Thin,    be    the    powers."    tin-    [rishoUU  'the    other 

teeth   HUM   !>e  houldin'  a   w.ike  M\er   it!" 


For  there  was  never  yet  philosopher 
!  endure  the  toothache  ; 


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TELEPHONE 

Two  girls  were  talking  over  the  wire.  Both  were  discussing 
what  they  should  wear  to  the  Christmas  party.  In  the  midst 
of  this  important  conversation  a  masculine  voice  interrupted, 
asking  humbly  for  a  number.  One  of  the  girls  became  indig- 
nant and  scornfully  asked: 

"What  line  do  you  think  you  are  on,  anyhow?" 
"Well,"    said  the   man,   "I   am  not  sure,  but,  judging   from 
what  I  have  heard,  I  should  say  I  was  on  a  clothesline." 

When  Grover  Cleveland's  little  girl  was  quite  young  her 
father  once  telephoned  to  the  White  House  from  Chicago  and 
asked  Mrs.  Cleveland  to  bring  the  child  to  the  'phone.  Lifting 
the  little  one  up  to  the  instrument,  Mrs.  Cleveland  watched  her 
expression  change  from  bewilderment  to  wonder  and  then 
to  fear.  It  was  surely  her  father's  voice — yet  she  looked  at  the 
telephone  incredulously.  After  examining  the  tiny  opening  in 
the  receiver  the  little  girl  burst  into  tears.  "Oh,  Mamma!" 
she  sobbed.  "How  can  we  ever  get  Papa  out  of  that  little 
hole?" 

New  York  Elks  are  having  a  lot  of  fun  with  a  member  of 
their  lodge,  a  Fifteenth  Street  jeweler.  The  other  day  his  wife 
was  in  the  jewelry  store  when  the  'phone  rang.  She  answered  it. 

"I  want  to  speak  to  Mr.  H ,"  said  a  woman's  voice. 

"Who  is  this?"  demanded  the  jeweler's  wife. 

"Elizabeth." 

"Well,  Elizabeth,  this  is  his  wife.  Now,  madam  what  do 
you  want?" 

"I  want  to  talk  to  Mr.  H ." 

"You'll  talk  to  me." 

"Please  let  me  speak  to  Mr.  H ." 

The  jeweler's  wife  grew  angry.  "Look  here,  young  lady," 
she  said,  "who  are  you  that  calls  my  husband  and  insists  on 
talking  to  him?" 

"I'm  the  telephone  operator  at  Elizabeth,  N.  J.,"  came  the 
reply. 

And  now  the  Elks  take  turns  calling  the  jeweler  up  and 
telling  him  it's  Elizabeth. 


TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK  435 

OPERATOR — "Number,  please." 

M  Kii-.KK— "I   vas  talking  mit  my  husband  und  imw    I  don't 
bear  him  any  more.     Yon  must  of  pushed  him  otY  <le  vire." 

A  German  woman  called  up  Central  and  instructed  her 
as  follows: 

"1st  dis  de  mittle?  Veil  dis  is  Lena.  Hang  my  h ust band 
on  dis  line.  I  vnnt  to  speak  mit  him." 

In  China  when  the  subscriber  rings  up  exchange  the  operator 
may  be  expected  to  ask: 

"What  number  does  the  honorable  son  of  the  moon  and 
stars  desire?" 

"Hohi,    two-three." 

Silence.     Then  the   exchange  resumes. 

"Will  the  honorable  person  graciously  forgive  the  inade- 
of  the  insignificant  service  and  permit  this  humbled 
slave  of  the  wire  to  inform  him  that  the  never-to-be-sufficiently 
censured  line  is  busy?" 

Recipe  for  a  telephone  operator: 

To   a    fearful   and    wonderful    rolling'  of   "r's," 

And  a  voice  cold  as  thirty  below, 
Add  a  dash  of  red  pepper,  some  ginger  and  H 

If  you  leave  out  the  "o"  in  "hello"! 


TEMPER 

Ilearini:  the  ora-h  of  china  Dinah's   mistress    arri\e<r  in  time- 
to   sec   her    favorite   coffee-set   in   pieces.     The   sight    was   too 
much    for  her  mercurial   tempi-r.   "Dinah,"  she  said,   "I 
stand  it  any  longer.    I  want  you  to  go.     I  want  you  to  go  soon, 
I  want  you  to  go  right  i 

•>lied    Dinah,    "this   surely   am   a   co-instence.   I 
cry  minute  cogitatin'   that   same   thought   in   my  own 
ant    t'>   u".    1    thank    the   good   Lawd    1    kin    go.    and    I 
•  nr  husband,  ma'am,  that  he  can't  go." 


436  T  O  .  /  S  /  /-  A'  '  -V     11  ANDBOO  K 

TEMPERANCE 

A  Boston  deacon  who  was  a  zealous  advocate  for  the  cause 
of  temperance  employed  a  carpenter  to  make  some  alterations 
in  his  home.  In  repairing  a  corner  near  the  fireplace,  it  was 
found  necessary  to  remove  the  wainscot,  when  some  things 
were  brought  to  light  which  greatly  astonished  the  workman. 
A  brace  of  decanters,  sundry  bottles  containing  "something  to 
take,"  a  pitcher,  and  tumblers  were  cosily  reposing  in  their 
snujj  quarters.  The  joiner  ran  to  the  proprietor  with  the  in- 
telligence. 

"Well,  I  declare!"  exclaimed  the  deacon.  "That  is  curious, 
sure  enough.  It  must  be  old  Captain  Bunce  that  left  those 
things  there  when  he  occupied  the  premises  thirty  years  since." 

"Perhaps  he  did,"  returned  the  discoverer,  "but,  Deacon, 
that  ice  in  the  pitcher  must  have  been  well  frozen  to  remain 
solid." — Abbie  C.  Dixon. 

Here's   to  a  temperance  supper, 

With  water  in  glasses  tall, 
And  coffee  and  tea  to  end  with — 

And   me  not   there   at  all. 

The  best  prohibition  story  of  the  season  comes  from  Kan- 
sas where,  it  is  said,  a  local  candidate  stored  a  lot  of  printed 
prohibition  literature  in  his  barn,  but  accidentally  left  the  door 
open  and  a  herd  of  milch  cows  came  in  and  ate  all  the  pamph- 
lets. As  a  result  every  cow  in  the  herd  .went  dry. 

— Adrian  Times. 

A  Michigan  citizen  recently  received  a  lettter  from  a  Ken- 
tucky whisky  house,  requesting  him  to  send  them  the  names 
of  a  dozen  or  more  persons  who  would  like  to  get  some  fine 
whisky  shipped  to  them  at  a  very  low  price.  The  letter  wound 
up  by  saying: 

"We  will  give  you  a  commission  on  all  the  orders  sent  in 
by  parties  whose  names  you  send  us." 

The  Michigan  man  belonged  to  a  practical  joke  class,  and 
filled  in  the  names  of  some  of  his  prohibition  friends  on  the 
blank  spaces  left  for  that  purpose. 


TOASTER'S    II  .1  \  P  BOOK 

He    had     f.T.uotton    all    about    1  sed    practical    joke 

when  Monday  he  received  another  letter  from  the  same  h"ii-e 
He  supposed  it  was  a  request  for  some  more  names,  and  was 
just  about  to  throw  the  communication  in  the  waste  basket  when 
it  occurred  to  him  to  send  the  name  of  another  old  friend  to  the 
whisky  house.  He  accordingly  tore  open  the  envelope,  and 
came  near  collapsing  when  he  found  a  check  for  $4.80,  rep- 
ing  his  commission  on  the  sale  of  whisky  to  the  parties 
names  he  had  sent  in  about  three  weeks  before. 


Abstinence  is  as  easy  to  me  as   temperance  would  be  diffi- 
cult. —  Samuel  Johnson. 

TEXAS 

The  bigness  of  Texas  is  evident  from  a  cursory  examina- 
tion of  the  map.  But  its  effect  upon  the  people  of  that  state 
is  not  generally  known.  It  is  about  six  hundred  miles  from 
Brownsville,  at  the  bottom  of  the  map,  to  Dallas,  which  is 
:  hundred^  of  miles  from  the  top  of  the  map.  Hence  the 
following  conversation  in  P.rownsvillc  recently  between  two 
of  the  old-time  residents: 

"Where    have   you    been    lately.    Hob?    I    aim    seen    much    «.f 
you." 

n   on  a  trip  north." 
"Where'd    yon 
"Went  to   Dallas." 
"Have  a  good  time?" 

;    I    never    did    like    them    damn    Yankees,    anyway-" 

TK 

In    the  mountains    a    mountaineer    preacher,    who 

had    declared    collides    "tlu     v.  aching 

without    prc\ious    meditation    an    inspi;.  n    from   the 

6   of   the   turtle   -hall   be   heard   in   the  land."  Not 

margin  read  "tint  he  proceeded  in  this 

man- 

"This  text,  n  me  as  one  of  the  most 

culiar   texts   in   the   whole  book,  because   we  all   know   that    n 


438  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

turtle  ain't  got  no  voice.  But  by  the  inward  enlightenment  I 
begin  to  see  the  meaning  and  will  expose  it  to  you.  Down  in 
the  hollers  by  the  streams  and  ponds  you  have  gone  in  the 
springtime,  my  brethren,  and  observed  the  little  turtles,  a- 
sleeping  on  the  logs.  But  at  the  sound  of  the  approach  of  a 
human  being,  they  went  kerf  lop-kerplunk,  down  into  the  water. 
This  I  say,  then,  is  the  meaning  of  the  prophet:  he,  speak- 
ing figgeratively,  referred  to  the  kerflop  of  the  turtle  as  the 
voice  of  the  turtle,  and  hence  we  see  that  in  those  early  times 
the  prophet,  looking  down  at  the  ages  to  come,  clearly  taught 
and  prophesied  the  doctrine  I  have  always  preached  to  this 
congregation — that  immersion  is  the  only  form  of  baptism." 

John  D.  Rockefeller,  Jr.,  once  asked  a  clergyman  to  give 
him  an  appropriate  Bible  verse  on  which  to  base  an  address 
which  he  was  to  make  at  the  latter's  church. 

"I  was  thinking,"  said  young  Rockefeller,  "that  I  would 
take  the  verse  from  the  Twenty-third  Psalm:  'The  Lord  is  my 
shepherd.'  Would  that  seem  appropriate?'' 

"Quite,"  said  the  clergyman;  "but  do  you  really  want  an 
appropriate  verse?" 

"I  certainly  do,"  was  the  reply. 

"Well,  then,"  said  the  clergyman,  with  a  twinkle  in  his  eye, 
"I  would  select  the  verse  in  the  same  Psalm :  'Thou  anointest 
my  head  with  oil ;  my  cup  runneth  over.' " 

THEATER 

"Say,  old  man,"  chattered  the  press-agent,  who  had  cor- 
nered a  producer  of  motion-picture  plays,  "I've  got  a  grand 
idea  for  a  film-drama.  Listen  to  the  impromptu  scenario : 
Scene  one,  exterior  of  a  Broadway  theater,  with  the  ticket- 
speculators  getting  the  coin  in  handfuls,  and — 

"You're  out!"  interrupted  the  producer.  "Why,  don't  you 
know  that  the  law  don't  permit  us  to  show  an  actual  robbery 
on  the  screen?" — P.  H.  Carey. 

"Why  don't  women  have  the  same  sense  of  humor  that  men 
possess?"  asked  Mr.  Torkins. 

"Perhaps,"  answered  his  wife  gently,  "it's  because  we  don't 
attend  the  same  theaters." 


TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK  439 

It  appears  that  at  the  rehearsal  of  a  play,  a  wonderful  climax 
had  been  reached,  \\hich  \\a*  t<.  l»c  heightened  by  the  el: 
use  of  the  usual  thunder  and  lightning.  The  stage-carpenter 
was  given  the  order.  1  he  words  were  spoken,  and  instantly  a 
noise  which  resembled  a  succession  of  pistol-shots  was  heard 
off  the  wings. 

"What  on  earth  are  you  doing,  man?"  shouted  the  manager, 
rushing  behind  the  scenes.  "Do  you  call  that  thunder?  It's 
not  a  bit  like  it." 

fully  sorry,  sir,"  responded  the  carpenter;  "but  the 
fact  is,  sir,  I  couldn't  hoar  you  because  of  the  storm.  That 
was  real  thunder,  sir! 

jyl.ody    has    his    own    theater,    in    which    he    is    mai 
actor,  prompter,  playwright,  scencshifter,  boxkeeper,  doorkeeper, 
all  in  one,  and  audience  into  the  bargain. 

— /.  C.  and  A.  W.  Hare. 

THIEVES 

I. . \ \\VI.K    (to  colored  prisoner) — "Well,  Ras,  so  you 
want  me  to  defend  you.     Have  you  any  money?" 

RASTUS— "No;  but  I'se  got  a  mule,  and  a  few  chickens,  and 
a  hog  or  two." 

LAWYER — "Those  will  do  very  nicely.  Now,  let's  see;  what 
do  they  accuse  you  of  stealing?" 

ITS — "Oh,  a  mule,  and  a  few  chickens,  and  a  hog  or 
two." 

At  a  dinner  given  by  the  prime  minister  of  a  little  kingdom 
on  the  Balkan  Peninsula,  a  distinguished  diplomat  complained 
to  his  host  that  the  minister  of  justice,  who  had  been  sitting 
<m  his  left,  had  stolen  his  watch. 

"  \h.  lie  shouldn't  have  done  that."  s :iid  the  prime  mi 
ties  of  annoyance.  "I  will  get  it  back  for  you." 

Sure  enough,  toward  the  end  of  the  evening  the  watch  was 
returned  to  its  owner. 

!   what  did  li  >kcd  the  dipl< 

"Sh-h,"  cautioned  the  host,  glancing  anxiously  about  him. 
1  lie  doesn't  know  that  I  have  got  it  bad 


440  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

Senator  "Bob"  Taylor,  of  Tennessee,  tells  a  story  of  how, 
when  he  was  "Fiddling  Bob,"  governor  of  that  state,  an  old 
negress  came  to  him  and  said: 

"Massa  Gov'na,  we's  mighty  po'  this  winter,  and  Ah  wish 
you  would  pardon  mah  old  man.  He  is  a  fiddler  same  as  you 
is,  and  he's  in  the  pen'tentry.'' 

"What  was  he  put  in  for?"  asked  the  governor. 

"Stead  of  workin'  fo'  it  that  good-fo'-nothin'  nigger  done 
stole  some  bacon." 

"If  he  is  good  for  nothing  what  do  you  want  him  back 
for?" 

"Well,  yo'  see,  we's  all  out  of  bacon  ag'in,"  said  the  old  ne- 
gress innocently. 

"Did  ye  see  as  Jim  got  ten  years'  penal  for  stealing  that 
'oss?" 

"Serve  'im  right,  too.  Why  didn't  'e  buy  the  'oss  and  not 
pay  for  'im  like  any  other  gentleman?" 

Some  time  ago  a  crowd  of  Bowery  sports  went  over  to 
Philadelphia  to  see  a  prize  fight.  One  "wise  guy,"  who,  among 
other  things,  is  something  of  a  pickpocket,  was  so  sure  of  the 
result  that  he  was  willing  to  bet  on  it. 

"The  Kid's  goin'  t'  win.     It's  a  pipe,"  he  told  a  friend. 

The  friend  expressed  doubts. 

"Sure  he'll  win,"  the  pickpocket  persisted.  "I'll  bet  you 
a  gold  watch  he  wins." 

Still  the  friend  doubted. 

"Why,"  exclaimed  the  pickpocket,  "I'm  willin'  to  bet  you 
a  good  gold  watch  he  wins!  Y'  know  what  I'll  do?  Come 
through  the  train  with  me  now,  an'  y'  can  pick  out  any  old 
watch  y'  like." 


In  vain  we  call  old  notions  fudge 
And   bend  our   conscience   to    our    dealing. 

The  Ten   Commandments   will   not  budge 
And    stealing    will    continue    stealing. 

— Motto   of  American   Copyright  League. 


TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK  441 

Suspicion   alwa\  >    haunts   the    guilty    mind; 
The  thief  cloth    fear   each    hush   an   officer. 

— Shakespeaic. 

also  Chicken   stealing;    Lawyers;    Lot    and    found. 

THIN  PEOPLE 

There  was  an  old  fellow  named  Green, 
Who  grew  so  abnormally  lean. 

And  flat,  and  compressed, 

That   his   hack  touched   his   chest, 
And    sideways    he    couldn't   be    seen. 

There  was  a  young  lady  of  Lynn, 
Who  was  so  -  ly   thin. 

That    when    >he    essayed 

To  drink  lemonade 
She  slipped  through  the  straw  and   fell  in. 

THRIFT 

It  was  said  of  a  certain  village  "innocent"  or  fool  in  Scot- 
land that  if  he  were  offered  a  silver  sixpence  or  copper  penny 
he  would  invariably  choose  the  larger  coin  of  smaller  value. 
One  day  a  stranger  a>ked  him : 

"Why  do  you  always  take  the  penny?  Don't  you  know  the 
difference  in  value? 

red   the   fool,   "I    ken    the   difference   in   value. 
But  if   I   to.'k  the  saxpence  they  would  never  try  me  a 

The    Mrs.    iu\er  misses 

Any  bargain   sale, 
For  the   female  of  the  species 
More  thrifty  than  the  male. 

— Ladies'  Home  Journal 

i  the   chemist,    at    two    A.    M.) — "Two   pen 

of   bicarbonate  for    indigestion    at    this    time    o'    ni^ht. 

\\ii<n  a  glass  o 

SAN  the  advice.     I'll 

not  bother  all.     Gude  nicht ! " 


442  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

The  foreman  and  his  crow  of  bridgemen  were  striving  hard 
to  make  an  impression  on  the  select  board  provided  by  Mrs. 
Rooney  at  her  Arkansas  eating  establishment. 

"The  old  man  sure  made  a  funny  deal  down  at  Piney  yes- 
terdav,"  observed  the  foreman,  with  a  wink  at  the  man  to  his 
right 

"What'd  he  do?"  asked  the  new  man  at  the  other  end  of 
the  table. 

"Well,  a  year  or  so  ago  there  used  to  be  a  water  tank 
there,  but  they  took  down  the  tub  and  brought  it  up  to  Cabin 
Creek.  The  well  went  dry  and  they  covered  it  over.  It  was 
four  or  five  feet  round,  ninety  feet  deep,  and  plumb  in  the 
right  of  way.  Didn't  know  what  to  do  with  it  until  along 
comes  an  old  lollypop  yesterday  and  gives  the  Old  Man  five 
dollars  for  it." 

"Five  dollars   for  what?"  asked  the  new  man. 

"Well,"  continued  the  foreman,  ignoring  the  interruption, 
"that  old  lollypop  borrowed  two  jacks  from  the  trackmen 
and  jacked  her  up  out  of  there  and  carried  her  home  on 
wheels." 

"What'd  he  do  with  it?"  persisted  the  new  man. 

"Say  that  old  lollypop  must've  been  a  Yank.  Nobody  else 
could  have  figured  it  out  The  ground  on  his  place  is  hard 
and  he  needed  some  more  fence.  So  he  calc'lated  'twould  be 
easier  and  cheaper  to  saw  that  old  well  up  into  post-holes  than 
'twould  be  to  dig  'em." 


A  certain  workman,  notorious  for  his  sponging  proclivities, 
met  a  friend  one  morning,  and  opened  the  conversation  by 
saying : 

"Can  ye  len'  us  a  match,  John?" 

John  having  supplied  him  with  the  match,  the  first  speaker 
began  to  feel  his  pockets  ostentatiously,  and  then  remarked 
dolefully,  "Man,  I  seem  to  have  left  my  tobacco  pouch  at 
hame." 

John,  however,  was  equal  to  the  occasion,  and  holding  out 
his  hand,  remarked : 

"Aweel,  ye'll  no  be  needin'  that  match  then." 


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A    Highlander   was  summoned   to   the   bedside  of   his  dying 

father.      When    he   arrived   the   old   man   was   fast  nearing   his 

end.     For  a  while  he  remained  unconscious  of  his  son's  pres- 

'1  hen  at  last  the  old  man's  eyes  opened,  and  he  began 

to  murmur.     The   son  bent   eagerly  to   listen. 

"Pu.uald,"  whispered  the  parent.  "I.uckic  Simpson  owes  me 
five  shilling." 

man.   ay."   said  the  son  eagerly. 

"An'  Dugal   More   owes   me  seven   shillins." 

"Ay,"  assented  the  son. 

T  Hamish  McCraw  owes  me  ten  shillins." 

"Sensible  tae  the  last,"  muttered  the  delighted  heir.  "Sensible 
tae  the  last." 

Once  more  the  voice  from  the  bed  took  up  the  tale. 

"An',  Dugald,   I  owe  Calum   Beg  two  pounds." 

Dugald   shook  his  head  sadly. 

"Wanderin'  again,  wanderin'  again,"  he  sighed.  "It's  a 
peety." 

The  canny   Scot   wandered  into  the   pharmacy. 

"I'm  wanting  threepenn'orth  o'  laudanum,"   he  announced. 

"What  for?"  asked  the  chemist  suspiciously. 

"For  twopence,"  responded  the  Scot  at  once. 

A  Scotsman  wishing  to  know  his  fate  at  OIK  .iplied 

a  proposal  of  marriage  to  the  lady  of  his  choice.  After  spend- 
ing the  entire  day  at  the  telegraph  office  he  was  finally  re- 
warded late  in  the  evening  by  an  affirmative  answer. 

"If  I  were  you,"  suggested  the  operator  when  he  delivered 
the  message,  "I'd  think  twice  before  I'd  marry  a  girl  that  kept 
me  waiting  all  day  for  my  answer." 

"Na,  na,"  retorted  the  Scot.  "The  lass  who  waits  for  the 
rates  is  the  lass  for  me." 


"Well,  yes,"  said  Old  Uncle  Laz/cnhcrry.  who  was  intimately 

with    most    of    the    li  ;u-es    of    the    village. 

"Almira   Stang  has   broken   off   her   engagement    with   Charles 

Henry  Tootwiler.     They'd   be   goin*  together   for   about   eight 

•  Inrin'   \\InVh    time   she  had  been   innilratin'   into   him.   as 

N 


444  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

you  might  call  it,  the  beauties  of  economy;  but  when  she  dis- 
covered, just  lately,  that  he  had  learnt  his  lesson  so  well  that 
he  had  saved  up  two  hundred  and  seventeen  pairs  of  socks 
for  her  to  darn  immediately  after  the  wedding,  she  'peared  to 
conclude  that  he  had  taken  her  advice  a  little  too  literally,  and 
broke  off  the  match."— Puck. 

They  sat  each  at  an  extreme  end  of  the  horsehair  sofa.  They 
had  been  courting  now  for  something  like  two  years,  but  the 
wide  gap  between  had  always  been  respectfully  preserved. 

"A  penny  for  your  thochts,  Sandy,"  murmured  Maggie,  after 
a  silence  of  an  hour  and  a  half. 

"Weel,"  replied  Sandy  slowly,  with  surprising  boldness, 
"tae  tell  ye  the  truth,  I  was  jist  thinkin'  how  fine  it  wad  be  if 
ye  were  tae  gie  me  a  wee  bit  kissie." 

"I've  nae  objection,"  simpered  Maggie,  slithering  over,  and 
kissed  him  plumply  on  the  tip  of  his  left  ear. 

Sandy  relapsed  into  a  brown  study  once  more,  and  the  clock 
ticked  twenty-seven  minutes. 

"An'  what  are  ye  thinkin'  about  noo — anither,  eh?" 

"Nae,  nae,  lassie;  it's  mair  serious  the  noo." 

"Is  it,  laddie?"  asked  Maggie  softly.  Her  heart  was  going 
pit-a-pat  with  expectation.  "An'  what  micht  it  be?" 

"I  was  jist  thinkin',"  answered  Sandy,  "that  it  was  aboot 
time  ye  were  paying  me  that  penny !" 

The   coward    calls   himself   cautious,   tl;e    miser   thrifty. 

— Syrus. 

There  are  but  two  ways  of  paying  debt :  increase  of  industry 
in  raising  income,  increase  of  thrift  in  laying  out. — Carlyle. 

See  also  Economy;   Saving. 

TIDES 

A  Kansan  sat  on  the  beach  at  Atlantic  City  watching  a 
fair  and  very  fat  bather  disporting  herself  in  the  surf..  He 
knew  nothing  of  tides,  and  he  did  not  notice  that  each  sue- 


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ceeding  wave  came  a  little  closer  to  his  feet.     At  last  an  extra 

.  ave  washed  over  his  shoe  tops. 

"lley,  there!"  he  yelled  at  the  fair,  fat  bather.  "Quit  ycr 
jumpiif  up  and  down!  D'ye  want  to  drown  me?" 

At  a  recent  Confederate  reunion  in  Charleston,  S.  C, 
t\\.i  Kcntnckians  were  viewing  the  Atlantic  Ocean  for  the  first 
time. 

"Say,  cap'n,"  said  one  of  them,  "what  ought  I  to  carry  home 
to  the  children  for  a  souvenir?" 

"Why,  colonel,  it  strikes  me  that  some  of  this  here  ocean 
water  would  be  right  interestin'." 

(1  the  thing!"  exclaimed  the  colonel  delightedly.  From 
a  rear  pocket  he  produced  a  flask,  and,  with  the  aid  of  the  cap- 
tain, soon  emptied  it.  Then,  picking  his  way  down  to  the 
water's  edge,  he  filled  it  to  the  neck  and  replaced  the  cork. 

41  Hi.  there!  Don't  do  that!"  cried  the  captain  in  great  alarm. 
"Pour  out  about  a  third  of  that  water.  If  you  don't,  when  the 
tide  rises  she'll  bust  sure." 

man  can  tether  time  or  tide. — Bums. 


TIME 

Hooligan    was    suffering    from    the   common    complaint 

of    liaxini-    moiv   to    do   than    ilu-re    was    time    to    do    it    in.      She 

tip  at   the  clock   and   then   slapped   the  iron   .she   had   lifted 

from  !  on  the  lid  \\ith  a  clatter.     "Talk  about  toinie 

and    toide    waitiif    fcr    no    man,"    she    muttered    as    she    hurried 

into    the   pantry;    "there's    toimes    they    waits,    an'    toimes    they 

'herday  at  this  blessed  minit  'twas  hut  tin  o'clock  an' 

a  qnarthcr  to  twi 

r   brother-in-law.    I'at    Kee: 
off." 

re,  he's  good  t 

KI'IIV--  "  i')t?" 

1    four  di': 
thl  to   li\. 


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A  long-winded  attorney  was  arguing  a  technical  case  be- 
fore one  of  the  judges  of  the  superior  court  in  a  western  state. 
He  had  rambled  on  in  such  a  desultory  way  that  it  became  very 
difficult  to  follow  his  line  of  thought,  and  the  judge  had  just 
yawned  very  suggestively. 

With  just  a  trace  of  sarcasm  in  his  voice,  the  tiresome  at- 
torney ventured  to  observe.  "I  sincerely  trust  that  I  am  not 
unduly  trespassing  on  the  time  of  this  court." 

"My  friend,"  returned  his  honor,  "there  is  a  considerable 
difference  between  trespassing  on  time  and  encroaching  upon 
eternity." — Edwin  Tarrisse. 

A  traveler,  finding  that  he  had  a  couple  of  hours  in  Dublin, 
called  a  cab  and  told  the  driver  to  drive  him  around  for  two 
hours.  At  first  all  went  well,  but  soon  the  driver  began  to 
whip  up  his  horse  so  that  they  narrowly  escaped  several  col- 
lisions. 

"What's  the  matter?"  demanded  the  passenger.  "Why  are 
you  driving  so  recklessly?  I'm  in  no  hurry." 

"Ah,  g'wan  wid  yez,"  retorted  the  cabby.  "D'ye  think  thot 
I'm  goin'  to  put  in  me  whole  day  drivin'  ye  around  for  two 
hours?  Gitap!" 

Frank  comes  into  the  house  in  a  sorry  plight. 
"Mercy  on  us!"  exclaims  his  father.     "How  you  look!    You 
are  soaked." 

"Please,  papa,  I  fell  into  the  canal." 
"What!  with  your  new  trousers  on?'r 
"Yes,  papa,  I  didn't  have  time  to  take  them  off." 

A  well-known  Bishop,  while  visiting  at  a  bride's  new  home 
for  the  first  time,  was  awakened  quite  early  by  the  soft  tones 
of  a  soprano  voice  singing  "Nearer,  My  God,  to  Thee."  As 
the  Bishop  lay  in  bed  he  meditated  upon  the  piety  which  his 
young  hostess  must  possess  to  enable  her  to  begin  her  day's 
work  in  such  a  beautiful  frame  of  mind. 

At  breakfast  he  spoke  to  her  about  it,  and  told  her  how 
pleased  he  was. 

"Oh,"  she  replied,  "that's  the  hymn  I  boil  the  eggs  by;  three 
verses  for  soft  and  five  for  hard." 


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There  was  a  young  woman  named  Sue, 
Who  wanted  to  catch  the  2:02; 

Said   the  trainman,   "Don't  hurry 

Or   flurry   or   worry ; 
It's  a  minute  or  two  to  2:02." 

HKK — "Mildred,  if  you  disobey  again  I  will  surely  spank 
you." 

On  father's  return  home  that  evening,  Mildred  once  more 
acknowledged  that  she  had  again  disobeyed. 

i! IK   (firmly) — "You  are  going  to  be  spunked.     Yon  may 
choose  your  own  time.     When  shall  it  be?" 

MILDRED    (five    years    old,    thoughtfully) — "Yesterday." 

A  northerner  passing  a  rundown  looking  place  in  the  South, 
stopped  to  chat  with  the  farmer.  He  noticed  the  hogs  running 
wild  and  explained  that  in  the  North  the  farmers  fattened  their 
hogs  much  faster  by  shutting  them  in  and  feeding  them  well. 

"Hell!"  replied  the  southerner,  "What's  time  to  a  hog." 

Dost  thou  love  life?  Then  waste  not  time;  for  time  is 
the  stuff  that  life  is  made  of.— Benjamin  Franklin. 

Time  fleeth  on, 
Youth  soon  is  gone, 

Naught  earthly  may  abide; 
Life  seemeth  i' 
But  may  not  last — 

It  runs  as  runs  the  tide. 

— Leland. 

also    Scientific    management. 

TIPS 

American    tr.  Knrope   experience  a   great   deal   of 

trouble  from  the  omnipresent  need  of  tipping  those  from  whom 

they  expect  an  however  slight.     They  are  very  apt  to 

;t    much    too    far,    or    else   attempt    t«»    resist    it    altogether. 

is  a  story  told  of  a  v.  d  ostentatious  American 


448  TOASTER'S    HANDBOOK 

in  a  Parisian  restaurant.  As  the  waiter  placed  the  order  IK- fore 
him  he  said  in  a  loud  voice: 

"Waiter,  what   is  largest  tip  that  you  ever   received?" 

"One  thousand   francs,   monsieur." 

"Eh  bicn!  But  I  will  give  you  two  thousand,"  answered  the 
upholder  of  American  honor;  and  then  in  a  moment  he  added: 
"May  I  ask  who  gave  you  the  thousand  francs?" 

"It  was  yourself,   monsieur,"  said  the  obsequious  waiter. 

Of  quite  an  opposite  mode  of  thought  was  another  Ameri- 
can visiting  London  for  the  first  time.  Goaded  to  desperation 
by  the  incessant  necessity  for  tips,  he  finally  entered  the  wash- 
room of  his  hotel,  only  to  be  faced  with  a  large  sign  which 
read :  "Please  tip  the  basin  after  using."  "I'm  hanged  if  I 
will!"  said  the  Yankee,  turning  on  his  heel,  "I'll  go  dirty  first!" 

Grant  Allen  relates  that  he  was  sitting  one  day  under  the 
shade  of  the  Sphinx,  turning  for  some  petty  point  of  detail  to 
his  Baedeker. 

A  sheik  looked  at  him  sadly,  and  shook  his  head.  "Murray 
good,"  he  said  in  a  solemn  voice  of  warning ;  "Baedeker  no 
good.  What  for  you  see  Baedeker?" 

"No,  no;  Baedeker  is  best,"  answered  Mr.  Allen.  "Why  do 
you  object  to  Baedeker?" 

The  sheik  crossed  his  hands,  and  looked  down  at  him  with 
the  pitying  eyes  of  Islam.  "Baedeker  bad  book,"  he  repeated; 
"Murray  very,  very  good.  Murray  say,  'Give  the  sheik  half  a 
crown ;  Baedeker  say,  'Give  the  sheik  a  shilling.'  " 

"What  do  you  consider  the  most  important  event  in  the 
history  of  Paris?" 

"Well,"  replied  the  tourist,  who  had  grown  weary  of  dis- 
tributing tips,  "so  far  as  financial  prosperity  is  concerned,  I 
should  say  the  discovery  of  America  was  the  making  of  this 
town." 

•  In  telling  this  one,  Miss  Glaser  always  states  that  she  does 
not  want  it  understood  that  she  considers  the  Scotch  people 
at  all  stingy ;  but  they  are  a  very  careful  and  thrifty  race. 

An  intimate  friend  of  her's  was  very  anxious  to  have  a 
well  known  Scotchman  meet  Miss  Glaser,  and  gave  her  n 


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letter  of  introduction  to  him.  Miss  (ilascr,  wishing  to  show  him 
all  the  attention  possible,  invited  him  to  a  dinner  which  she 
was  giving  in  London  and  after  rather  an  elaborate  repast  the 
bill  was  paid,  the  waiter  returning  five  shillings.  She  let  it  lie, 
intending,  of  course,  to  give  it  to  the  waiter.  The  Scotchman 
1  at  the  money  very  frequently,  and  finally  he  said,  his 
natural  thrift  getting  the  best  of  him: 

"Are  you  going  to  give  all  that  to  the  waiter?" 
In  an  inimitable  way,  Miss  Glaser  quietly  replied: 
"No,  take  some." 

"A   tip  is  a  small   sum  of  money  you  give  to  somebody  be- 

\oifrc-   afraid  he   won't    like  not    being  paid   for  something 
\'ni    haven't    a-ked    him   to   do."  —  The   Bailie, 


TITLES  OF  HONOR  AND  NOBILITY 

An  Knglish  lord  was  traveling  through  this  country  with 
a  small  party  of  friends.  At  a  farmhouse  the  owner  invited 
the  party  in  to  supper.  The  good  hou>cwi:"e.  while  preparing 
the  table,  discovering  she  was  entertaining  nobility,  was  near- 
ly overcome  with  surprise  and  elation. 

While  seated    at   the   table  scarcely  a    moment's   peace   did  she 

grant    her    di-tiugui-hed    guest    in    her    endeavor    to    serve    and 

him.      It    was    "My    Lord,   will   you   have   some  of  this?" 

and  "My   Lord,  do  try  that."     "Tak<  ny  Lord," 

until   the   meal    was    nearly    finished. 

'I  he    little    four-year-old    son    of    the    family,    heretofore    un- 
noticed,   during    a    moment    of    supreme    quiet    saw    his    lordship 
to    reach    the    pickle-dish,    which    was    just    out    of    his 
i.    and    turning    to    hi-    ni'-ther    said: 
Ma.    (iod    uants    a    pickle." 

itmg    a    friend    \vl  nc   of 

•bat    iu   the   morniii 

nd    when    th<-    Dean    inquired  -who 
king   In-   \\a-   to   taj  :    "The  boy.   my    Lord." 

and  the    I  >ean  a-K- 

•  1   by    ill.-  man   the 

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"How  did  he  get  his  title  of  colonel?" 

"He  got  it  to  distinguish  him  from  his  wife's  first  husband, 
who  was  a  captain,  and  his  wife's  second  husband,  who  was 
a  major." 

For  titles  do  not  reflect  honor  on  men,  but  rather  men  on 
their  titles. — Machiavelli. 

I  hope  I  shall  always  possess  firmness  and  virtue  enough 
to  maintain  what  I  consider  the  most  enviable  of  all  titles, 
the  character  of  an  "Honest  Man." — George  Washington. 

TOASTS 
See  Drinking ;  Good   fellowship ;  Woman. 

TOBACCO 

"Tobaccy  wanst  saved  my  life,"  said  Paddy  Blake,  an  in- 
veterate smoker.  "How  was  that?"  inquired  his  companion. 
"Ye  see,  I  was  diggin'  a  well,  and  came  up  for  a  good  smoke, 
and  while  I  was  up  the  well  caved  in." 

See  also   Smoking. 

TOURISTS 


See   Liars ;   Travelers. 


TRAMPS 


The  tramp  leaned  against  the  door-jamb,  while  Miss  Anna- 
bel Sheldon  peered  out  at  him  through  the  screen,  and  he 
gazed  past  her  at  the  kitchen  table. 

"You  look  strong,"  said  Miss  Annabel  "Are  you  equal 
to  the  task  of  sawing  and  splitting  half  a  cord  of  wood?" 

"Equal  to  it,  madam?"  said  the  tramp.  "The  word  is  in- 
adequate. I  am  superior  to  it,"  and  down  the  road  drifted  a 
cloud  of  dust  raised  by  his  patient,  plodding  feet. — Youth's 
Companion. 


TO  .1  S  T  /•  R  '  S     If  A  \DROOK  j5 1 

LADY — "Can't  you  find  work?" 

TRAMP — "Yessum ;  hut  everyone  wants  a  reference  from 
my  last  emplo 

LADY— "And   can't   you   get   one?" 

TRAMP— "No,  mum.  Yer  see,  he's  heen  dead  twenty-eight 
years." 


TRANSMUTATIOX 

Fred  Stone,  of  Montgomery  and  Stone  fame,  and  F.uyene 
Wood,  whose  stories  and  essaya  ari-  well  known,  met  on  Broad- 
way recently.  They  stopped  for  a  moment  to  exchange  a  few 
cheerful  views,  when  a  woman  in  a  particularly  noticcahle  sheath- 
gown  passed.  Simultaneously,  Wood  turned  to  Stone;  Stone 
turned  to  Wood ;  then  both  turned  to  rubber. 


TRAVELERS 

An  American  tourist,  who  was  stopping  in  Tokio  had  visited 
every  point  of  interest  and  had  seen  everything  to  he  seen  ex- 
cept a  Shinto  funeral.  Finally  she  appealed  to  the  Japanese 
clerk  of  the  hotel,  asking  him  to  instruct  her  guide  to  take 
her  to  one.  The  clerk  was  politeness  itself.  He  bowed  gravely 
and  replied:  "I  am  very  sorry.  Madam,  hut  this  is  not  the 
season  for  funerals." 


A   gentleman    whose    travel-talks    are    known    throughout   the 
world   tells   the   following   on   himself: 

"1    was  booked   for  a  lecture  one  night  at  a  little  place  in 
Scotland   four   miles   from  a    railway    ^tat 

"  1  he  'chairman'  of  the  occasion,  after  introducing  me  a 
mon   wha's   c<><  in   lure   tar   !M.  >.i<!en  oor   intellects.'   said   that   he 
felt  that  <  r   would   not  be  out   of  place. 

"  'O  Lord/  he  continued,  'put  it  intae  the  heart  of  thi 

:he  truth,   the   hale  truth,   and   naething  hut   the  truth, 

•an*   him.' 

••Mien,    \\itii  .it    me.    the    chairman    I  been 

;f »'  " — Pctiitiinn-    Mtirlin. 


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Two  young  Americans  touring  Italy  for  the  first  time 
stopped  off  one  night  at  Pisa,  where  they  fell  in  with  a  con- 
vivial party  at  a  cafe.  Going  hilariously  home  one  pushed 
the  other  against  a  building  and  held  him  there. 

"Great  heavens !"  cried  the  man  next  the  wall,  suddenly 
glancing  up  at  the  structure  above  him.  "See  what  we're 
doing!"  Both  roisterers  fled. 

They  left  town  on  an  early  morning  train,  not  thinking  it 
safe  to  stay  over  and  see  the  famous  leaning  tower. 

Mr.  Hiram  Jones  had  just  returned  from  a  personally  con- 
ducted tour  of  Europe. 

"I  suppose,"  commented  a  friend,  "that  when  you  were  in 
Knglund  you  did  as  the  English  do  and  dropped  your  H's." 

"No,"  moodily  responded  the  returned  traveller;  "I  didn't.  I 
did  as  the  Americans  do.  I  dropped  my  V's  and  X's." 

Then  he  slowly  meandered  clown  to  the  bank  to  see  if  he 
couldn't  get  the  mortgage  extended. — W.  Ilcinny. 

A  number  of  tourists  were  recently  looking  down  the  crater 
of  Vesuvius.     An  American  gentleman   said  to  his  companion : 
"That  looks  a  good  deal  like  the  infernal  regions." 
An   English   lady,   overhearing  the  remark,   said  to   another: 
"Good  gracious!     How  these  Americans  do  travel." 

An  American   tourist  hailing   from   the   west   was   out   sight- 
seeing-in   London.       They  took   him   aboard  the  old  battle-ship 
Victory,    which    was   Lord    Nelson's    flagship    in    several    of   his 
most  famous  naval    triumphs.     An    English    sailor  escorted   the 
American  over  the  vessel,  and   coming  to  a  raised  brass   tablet 
on  the  deck  he  said,  as  he  reverently  removed  his  hat: 
"'Ere,   sir,   is  the  spot   where  Lord   Nelson   fell." 
"Oh,  is  it?"  replied  the  American,  blankly.     "Well  that  ain't 
nothin'.     I  nearly  tripped  on  the  blame  thing  myself." 

On  one  of  the  famous  scenic  routes  of  the  west  there  is 
a  brakeman  who  has  lost  the  forefinger  of  his  right  hand. 

His  present  assignment  as  rear-end  brakeman  on  a  passenger 
train  places  him  in  the  observation  car,  where  he  is  the  target 
for  an  almost  unceasing  fusillade  of  questions  from  tourists 


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who  insist  upon  having  the  name,  and.  if  possible,  the  history, 
of  all  the  mountain  canons  and  points  of  interest  along  the 
route. 

One  especially  enthusiastic  lady  tourist  had  kept  up  her  Gat- 
ling  fire  of  questions  until  she  had  thoroughly  mastered  the 
geography  of  the  country.  Then  she  ventured  to  ask  the 
brakcmnn  how  he  had  lost  his  finger: 

"Cut    off   in    making  a  coupling   between   cars.    1    <up: 

madam  :    I    wore  that   linger  off   pointing  out   scenery  to 
touri 

Know   ni'-t   of  the  rooms  of  thy  native  country  before  thou 
over  the  threshold  thereof. — I-uUcr. 

When  I  was  at  home,  I  was  in  a  better  place;  but  travel- 
ers must  be  content. — Shakcspcnrc. 

As  the   Spanish  proverb  says,   "lie   who   would  bring  home 
he    Indies   must    carry   the   wealth   of   the   Indies 
with   him."     So  it  is   in   traveling:  a  man   must   carry   knowledge 
with    him.   if    he   would    bring  home   knowledge .—  Stimucl  John- 
sun. 

TREASON 

It  was  (hiring  the   Parncll  agitation  in    Ireland  that  an  anti- 
lite,    criticising    the    \\ays    of    tenants    in    treating   a1 

landl'  :  inied  to  ArchhMiop  Ryan  of  Philadelphia:  "\Vhy. 

it  looks   very   much   like   treason." 

In-tantly   came   the  answer    in   the    .\rehhi.xhop\   lu-st    brogue: 
"Sure,   trea-  n    i-    iva-on    when    there's   an    absent    Y." 

<!oth    never    prosper:    what's    tin 
Why    if   it    prosper,    none    dare    mil    i' 

— Sir  John  // 

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CURIOUS  CHARLEY — "Then  what  tree  does  the  doughnut  grow 
on?" 

FATHER — 'The  pantry,  my  son." 

TRIGONOMETRY 

A  prisoner  was  brought  before  a  police  magistrate.  He 
looked  around  and  discovered  that  his  clerk  was  absent.  "Here, 
officer,"  he  said,  "what's  this  man  charged  with?" 

"Bigotry,  your  Honor,"  replied  the  policeman.  "He's  got 
three  wives." 

The  magistrate  looked  at  the  officer  as  though  astounded 
at  such  ignorance.  "Why,  officer,"  he  said,  "that's  not  bigotry — 
that's  trigonometry." 

TROUBLE 

"What  is  the  trouble,   wifey?" 

"Nothing." 

"Yes,  there  is.  What  are  you  crying  about,  something 
that  happened  at  home  or  something  that  happened  in  a 
novel?" 

It  was  married  men's  night  at  the  revival  meeting. 

"Let  all  you  husbands  who  have  troubles  on  your  minds 
stand  up !"  shouted  the  preacher  at  the  height  of  his  spasm. 

Instantly   every  man  in   the  church   arose   except   one. 

"Ah!"  exclaimed  the  preacher,  peering  out  at  this  lone  in- 
dividual, who  occupied  a  chair  near  the  door.  "You  are  one 
in  a  million." 

"It  ain't  that,"  piped  back  this  one  helplessly  as  the  rest 
of  the  congregation  gazed  suspiciously  at  him :  "I  can't  get  up — 
I'm  paralyzed!" 

JUDGE — "Your  innocence  is  proved.     You  are  acquitted." 
PRISONER    (to  the  jury) — "Very  sorry,  indeed,  gentlemen,  to 
have  given   you  all   this   trouble    for  nothing." 

A  friend  of  mine,  returning  to  his  home  in  Virginia  after 
several  years'  absence,  met  one  of  the  old  negroes,  a  former 


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servant  of  hi>  family.  "I'ucle  Moses,"  lie  said.  "I  hear  you 
got  married." 

"Yes,  Marse  Tom.  1  i>.  an.l  I's  having  a  moughty  trouble- 
some time.  Marse  Tom,  moughty  troublesome." 

"What's  the  trouble?"  said  my   friend. 

"Why,  dat  yaller  woman.  Marse  Tom.  She  all  de  time  axin' 
me  fer  money.  She  don't  gin  me  no  peace." 

••Il<>\\    long   have  you   been   married,   Uncle    Moses?" 

"Nigh  on  tcr  two  years,  come  dis  spring." 

"And   how   much   money   have   you   given   her?" 

"Well,   I  ain't  done  gin  her  none  yit." — Sue  M.  M.  Halsey. 

If  you  want  to  forget  all  your  other  troubles,  wear  tight 
shoes. 

Never  hear  more  than  one  kind  of  trouble  at  a  time.  Some 
people  bear  three — all  they  have  had,  all  they  have  now,  and 
all  they  expect  to  have. — lldivard  Ercrctt  IInlc. 


TRUSTS 
A  trust  is  known  by  the  companies  it  keeps. — Ellis  O.  Jones. 

TOMPKINS — "Ventley  has  received  a  million  dollars  for  his 
patent  egg  dating  machine.  You  know  it  is  absolutely  inter- 
ference-proof, and  dates  correctly  and  indelibly  as  the  egg  is 
being  laid." 

DEWLEY— "Is   the   machine   on   the   market   yet?" 
TOMPKINS— "Oh,  my  no!  and  it  won't  be  on  the  market.  The 
patent   was   bought   by   the   Cold   Storage    Trust." 

TRUTH 

There  was  a  young  lady  named   Ruth. 
Who   had   a   great   passion    for   truth. 

She  said  she  would   die 

Before  she  would  lie. 

in   the  prime   of  her  youth 


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Women  do  not  really  like  to  deceive  their  husbands,  but 
they  are  too  tender-hearted  to  make  them  unhappy  by  telling 
them  the  truth. 

Nature  .  .  .  has  buried  truth  deep  in  the  bottom  of  the  sea. 

— Donocritits. 

'Tis  strange — but  true ;  for  truth  is  always  strange, 
Stranger  than   fiction. 

— Byron. 

TURKEYS 

"Ah,"  says  the  Christmas  guest.  "How  I  wish  I  could 
sit  down  to  a  Christmas  dinner  with  one  of  those  turkeys  we 
raised  on  the  farm,  when  I  was  a  boy,  as  the  central  figure!" 

"Well,"  says  the  host,  "y°u  never  can  tell.  This  may  be 
one  of  them." — Life. 

TUTORS 

A  tutor  who  tooted  a  flute 

Tried   to   teach  two  young  tooters   to  toot. 

Said   the  two  to  the  tutor, 

"Is  it  harder  to  toot,  or 
To    tutor  two   tutors   to   toot?" 

— Carolyn    Wells. 

TWINS 

"Faith,  Mrs.   O'Hara,  how  d'  ye  till  thim  twins  aparrt?" 
"Aw,   't   is  aisy — I   sticks   me   linger  in   Dinnis's   mouth,    an' 
if   he   bites    I    know    it's    Moike." — Harvard   Lampoon. 

UMBRELLAS 

A  man  left  his  umbrella  in  the  stand  in  a  hotel  recently, 
with  a  card  bearing  the  following  inscription  attached  to  it: 
"This  umbrella  belongs  to  a  man  who  can  deal  a  blow  of  250 
pounds  weight.  I  shall  be  back  in  ten  minutes."  On  return- 


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ing  to  seek  his  property  lie  found  in  its  place  a  card  thus  in- 
scribed: "This  card  was  left  here  l>y  a  man  who  can  run  twelve 
miles  an  hour.  I  shall  not  be  back." 

A  reputable  citi/en  had  left  four  umbrellas  to  be  repaired.  At 
he  had  luncheon  in  a  restaurant,  and  as  he  was  dcpart- 
absent-mindedly  started  to  take  an  umbrella  from  a  hook 
near  his  hat. 

"That's   mine,  sir,"   said   a    woman   at   the   next    table. 

lie  apologixed  and  went  out.  When  he  was  going  home 
in  a  street  car  with  his  four  repaired  umbrellas,  the  woman 
he  had  >een  in  the  restaurant  got  in.  She  glanced  from  him 
to  his  umbrellas  and  said: 

'1    see  you  had  a  good  day." 

"That's   a    swell    umbrella    you    carry." 

"Isn't  it?" 

"Did  you  come  by  it  honestly?" 

"I  haven't  quite  figured  out.  It  started  to  rain  the  other  day 

and  I  stepped  into  a  doorway  to  wait  till  it  stopped.  Then  I  ^.i>\ 
a  young  fellow  coming  along  with  a  nice  large  umbrella,  ami 
1  thought  if  he  \\a-  g<-ing  ;i>  far  as  my  house  I  would  beg  the 
shelter  of  his  umbershoot.  So  I  stepped  out  and  asked:  'Where 

i  going  with  that  umbrella,  young  fellow?'  and  he  <!• 
the  umbrella  and   ran." 

One  day  a  man  exhibited  a  handsome  umbrella.  "It's  won- 
derful how  I  make  things  l.t  --.claimed.  "Look  at  this 
umbrella,  now.  I  bought  it  elexen  y  Since  then  1 
hail  it  1  had  new  ribs  put  in  in  i->io.  and 
last  month  I  exchanged  it"  for  a  new  one  in  nrant. 
And  lure  it  i>— as  good  as  ft 

VALUE 

"The   trouble  with    father."   said   the   gilded  youth,  "is  that   he 

t"    the   va! 
"Yon    d.-n't    "lean   t"   imply   that    he   is   a   speiidthi: 

t    at    all  ptttl    his    •  :id   doesn't    ap- 

of    all    the   things    he    might    buy 


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VANITY 

McGoRRY — "I'll  buy  yez  no  new  hat,  d'  yez  moind  thot?  Ye 
are  vain  enough  ahlriddy." 

MRS.  McGoRRY — "Me  vain?  Oi'm  not!  Shure,  Oi  don't  t'ink 
mesjlf  half  as  good  lookin'  as  Oi  am." 

"Of  course,"  said  a  suffragette  lecturer,  "I  admit  that  wom- 
en are  vain  and  men  are  not.  There  are  a  thousand  proofs 
that  this  is  so.  Why,  the  necktie  of  the  handsomest  man 
in  the  room  is  even  now  up  the  back  of  his  collar."  There 
were  six  men  present  and  each  of  them  put  his  hand  gently 
behind  his  neck. 

A  New  York  woman  of  great  beauty  called  one  day  upon 
a  friend,  bringing  with  her  her  ejeven-year-old  daughter,  who 
gives  promise  of  becoming  as  great  a  beauty  as  her  mother. 

It  chanced  that  the  callers  were  shown  into  a  room  where 
the  friend  had  been  receiving  a  milliner,  and  there  were  sev- 
eral beautiful  hats  lying  about.  During  the  conversation  the 
little  girl  amused  herself  by  examining  the  milliner's  creations. 
Of  the  number  that  she  tried  on,  she  seemed  particularly 
pleased  with  a  large  black  affair  which  set  off  her  light  hair 
charmingly.  Turning  to  her  mother,  the  little  girl  said : 

"I  look  just  like  you  now,  Mother,  don't  I?" 

"'Sh !"  cautioned  the  mother,  with  uplifted  finger.  "Don't 
be  vain,  dear." 

That  which  makes  the  vanity  of  others  unbearable  to  us 
is  that  which  wounds  our  own. — Lor  Rochefoucauld. 

VERSATILITY 

A  clergyman  who  advertised  for  an  organist  received  this 
reply : 

"Dear  Sir: 

"I  notice  you  have  a  vacancy  for  an  organist  and  music 
teacher,  either  lady  or  gentleman.  Having  been  both  for  sev- 
eral years  I  beg  to  apply  for  the  position." 


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VOICE 

A  lanky  country  youth  entered  the  crossroads  general  store  to 
order  some  groceries,  lie  \\.is  .-evciitcen  years  old  and  was  pas- 
sing through  that  stage  of  adolescence  during  which  a  boy  seems 
all  hands  and  feet,  and  his  vocal  organs,  rapidly  developing, 
are  wont  to  cause  his  voice  to  undergo  sudden  and  involuntary 
changes  from  hijji  treble  to  low  bass. 

In  an  authoritative  rumbling  bass  voice  he  demanded  of  the 

busy  clerk,  "(live  me  a  can  of  corn"   (then,  his  voice  suddenly 

ing  to   a   shrill    falsetto,    he   continued)    "and    a   sack   of 

"Well,  don't  be  in  a  hurry.  I  can't  wait  on  both  of  you 
at  once,"  snapped  the  clerk. 

A  SI-IK  INI;  VOCALIST— "Professor,  do  you  think  I  will  ever  be 
able  to  do  anything  with  my  voice?" 

PERSPIRING  TEACHER— "Well  it  might  come  in  handy  in  case 
of  fire  or  shipwreck." — Cornell  Widow. 

The   devil   hath   not,   in   all    his   quiver's   choice, 
An  arrow  for  the  heart  like  a  sweet  voii 

— #v 

WAGES 

"Me  gotta  da  good  job,"  said  Pietro,  as  he  gave  the  mon- 
key a  little  more  line  after  grinding  out  on  his  organ  a  selec- 
tion   from  "Santa   Lucia  i    forty  dollar  da  month   and 
myself;  thirty  da   month   if  da  boss  eata  me." 

Commenting    on    the    comparati  all    salaries    allowed 

branch 

of  tin-  "flit   and    the   mure   liberal  pay  of   some  of  the 

officials  a   man   in    public   lifr  >ai«l  : 

"It  reminds  me  of  the  way  a  gang  of  laborers  used  to  be 
paid  down  ;  'I  be  in  tbr«.\\n  at  a  ladd.  • 

ubat   stu.-l,   to  the  ruii^s   went   to  tbe   workers,  while  that    which 
fell   \'.  to  the  bo 


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A  certain  prominent  lawyer  of  Toronto  is  in  the  habit  of 
lecturing  his  office  staff  from  the  junior  partner  down,  and 
Tommy,  the  office  boy,  comes  in  for  his  full  share  of  the  ad- 
monition. That  his  words  were  appreciated  was  made  evident 
to  the  lawyer  by  a  conversation  between  Tommy  and  another 
office  boy  on  the  same  floor  which  he  recently  overheard. 

"Wotcher  wages?"  asked  the  other  boy. 

"Ten  thousand  a  year,"  replied  Tommy. 

"Aw,  g'wan!" 

"Sure,"  insisted  Tommy,  unabashed.  "Four  dollars  a  week 
in  cash,  an'  de  rest  in  legal  advice." 

While  an  Irishman  was  gazing  in  the  window  of  a  Wash- 
ington bookstore  the  following  sign  caught  his  eye : 
DICKENS'  WORKS 
ALL  THIS  WEEK  FOR 

ONLY    $4.00 

"The  divvle  he  does !"  exclaimed  Pat  in  disgust.  "The  dirty 
scab !" 

A  year  ago  a  manufacturer  hired  a  boy.  For  months  there 
was  nothing  noticeable  about  the  boy  except  that  he  never 
took  his  eyes  off  the  machine  he  was  running.  A  few  weeks 
ago  the  manufacturer  looked  up  from  his  work  to  see  the  boy 
standing  beside  his  desk. 

"What  do  you  want?"  he  asked. 

"Want  me  pay   raised." 

"What  are  you  getting?" 

"T'ree  dollars  a  week." 

"Well,  how  much  do  you  think  you  are   worth?" 

"Four  dollars." 

"You  think  so,  do  you?" 

"Yessir,  an'  I've  been  t'inkin'  so  for  t'ree  weeks,  but  I've 
been  so  blamed  busy  I  ain't  had  time  to  speak  to  you  about 
it." 

The  boy  got  his  raise. 

The  difference  between  wages  and  salary  is — when  you  re- 
ceive wages  you  save  two  dollars  a  month,  when  you  receive 
salary  you  borrow  two  dollars  a  month. 


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lie  is  well  paid  that  is  well  satisfied. — Shakespeare. 

The  ideal  social  state  is  not  that  in  which  each  gets  an 
equal  amount  of  wealth,  but  in  which  each  gets  in  proportion 
to  his  contribution  to  the  general  stock. — Henry  George. 

WAITERS 

Recipe  for  a  waiter: 
Stuff  a  hired  dress-suit  case  with  an  effort  to  please, 

Add  a  half-dozen  stumbles  and  trips; 
Remove  his  right  thumb  from  the  cranberry   sauce, 
Roll    in    crumbs,    melted    butter    and    tips. 

-Life. 

WAR 

"Flag   of    truce,    Excellency." 
"Well,  what  do  the  revolutionists  want?" 
"They  would  like  to  exchange  a  couple  of  Generals   for  a 
can  of  condensed  milk." 

lie   who  did    well   in    war,   ju>t  earns  the   right 
To  begin  doing  well  in  peace. 

— Robert  Browning. 

A   great    and    lasting    war  can   never  be   supported    on   this 
principle   [patriotism]   alone.     It  must  be  aided  by  a  prospect  of 
\~-Georgc   ll'ashington. 

See  also   Arbitration,   International. 

WARNINGS 

I'ietro   had   drifted   down    to   Florida  working   \\ith 

railroad  construction,     lie  liad  U-m  told  to  beware 
of   rat-  -ired   that  uld   always  gi 

tore   striki- 

One  hot  day  he  "   *   pine 

log  when  he  saw   a  big  rattler  coiled  a   f«  n    front  of 


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him.  He  eyed  the  serpent  and  began  to  lift  his  legs  over  the 
log.  He  had  barely  got  them  out  of  the  way  when  the  snake's 
fangs  hit  the  bark  beneath  him. 

"Son  of  a  guna !"  yelled  Pietro.  "Why  you  no  ringa  da 
bell?" 

WASHINGTON,    GEORGE 

A  Barnegat  schoolma'am  had  been  telling  her  pupils  some- 
thing about  George  Washington, -and  finally  she  asked: 

"Can  any  one  now  tell  me  which  Washington  was — a  great 
general  or  a  great  admiral?" 

The  small  son  of  a  fisherman  raised  his  hand,  and  she  sig- 
naled him  to  speak. 

"He  was  a  great  general,"  said  the  boy.  "I  seen  a  pic- 
ture of  him  crossing  the  Delaware,  and  no  great  admiral 
would  put  out  from  shore  standing  up  in  a  skiff." 

A  Scotsman  visiting  America  stood  gazing  at  a  fine  statue  of 
George  Washington,  when  an  American  approached. 

"That  was  a  great  and  good  man,  Sandy,"  said  the  American ; 
"a  lie  never  passed  his  lips." 

"Weel,"  said  the  Scot,  "I  praysume  he  talked  through  his 
nose  like  the  rest  of  ye." 

WASPS 

The  wasp  cannot  speak,  but  when  he  says  "Drop  it,"  in  his 
own  inimitable  way,  neither  boy  nor  man  shows  any  remark- 
able desire  to  hold  on. 

WASTE 

The  automobile  rushed  down  the  road — huge,  gigantic,  sub- 
lime. Over  the  fence  hung  the  woman  who  works  hard  and 
long — her  husband  is  at  the  cafe  and  she  has  thirteen  little 
ones.  (An  unlucky  number.)  Suddenly  upon  the  thirteenth 
came  the  auto,  unseeing,  slew  him,  and  hummed  on,  unknowing. 
The  woman  who  works  hard  and  long  rushed  forward  with 
hands,  hands  made  rough  by  toil,  upraised.  She  paused  and 


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stood  inarticulate — a  goddess,  a  giantess.  Then  she  hurled  forth 
these  words  of  derision,  of  despair:  "Mon  Dieu!  And  I'd  just 
washed  him !" — Literally  translated  from  Le  Sport  of  Paris. 

A  Boston  physician  tells  of  the  case  of  a  ten-year-old  boy, 
who,  by  reason  of  an  attack  of  fever,  became  deaf.  The  phy- 
sician could  afford  the  lad  but  little  relief,  so  the  boy  applied 
himself  to  the  task  of  learning  the  deaf-and-dumb  alphabet. 
The  other  members  of  his  family,  too,  acquired  a  working 
knowledge  of  the  alphabet,  in  order  that  they  might  converse 
with  the  unfortunate  youngster. 

During  the  course  of  the  next  few  months,  however,  Tom- 
my's hearing  suddenly  returned  to  him,  assisted  no  doubt  by  a 
slight  operation  performed  by  the  physician. 

Every  one  was,  of  course,  delighted,  particularly  the  boy's 
mother,  who  one  day  exclaimed : 

"Oh,  Tommy,  isn't  it  delightful  to  talk  to  and  hear  us 
again?" 

"Yes,"  assented  Tommy,  but  with  a  degree  of  hesitation; 
"but  here  we've  all  learned  the  sign  language,  and  we  can't 
find  any  more  use  for  it !" 

WEALTH 

If  you  want  to  make  a  living  you  have  to  work  for  it,  while 
want  to  get   rich  you   must  go  about  it  in    some  other 

The-  traditional  fool  and  his  money  are  lucky  ever  to  have 
got  together  in  the  first  place.— I'uck. 

Ilr  that  is  |>r<>ud  <>f  Holies  is  a  fool.     For  if  he  be  exalted 
above   his    neighbors   because    he    hath    more   gold,    how   much 
r  is  he  to  a  gold  mine! — Jeremy  Taylor. 

WEATHER 

"How    did    you    find    the    weather    i  1    the 

tlu-  retail 

't   have  to  find  the  weather   in   London."  replied  the 
traveler.     "It   hump*   int..  you   at    • 


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An  American  and  a  Scotsman  were  discussing  the  cold  ex- 
perienced in  winter  in  the  North  of  Scotland. 

"Why,  it's  nothing  at  all  compared  to  the  cold  we  have  in 
the  States,"  said  the  American.  "I  can  recollect  one  winter 
when  a  sheep,  jumping  from  a  hillock  into  a  field,  became  sud- 
denly frozen  on  the  way,  and  stuck  in  the  air  like  a  mass  of 
ice." 

"But,  man,"  exclaimed  the  Scotsman,  "the  law  of  gravity 
wouldn't  allow  that." 

"I  know  that,"  replied  the  tale-pitcher.  "But  the  law  of 
gravity  was  frozen,  too !" 

Two  commercial  travelers,  one  from  London  and  one  from 
New  York,  were  discussing  the  weather  in  their  respective 
countries. 

The  Englishman  said  that  English  weather  had  one  great 
fault — its  sudden  changes. 

"A  person  may  take  a  walk  one  day,"  he  said,  "attired  in 
a  light  summer  suit,  and  still  feel  quite  warm.  Next  day  he 
needs  an  overcoat." 

"That's  nothing,"  said  the  American.  "My  two  friends, 
Johnson  and  Jones,  were  once  having  an  argument.  There 
were  eight  or  nine  inches  of  snow  on  the  ground.  The  argu- 
ment got  heated,  and  Johnson  picked  up  a  snowball  and  threw 
it  at  Jones  from  a  distance  of  not  more  than  five  yards.  Dur- 
ing the  transit  of  that  snowball,  believe  me  or  not,  as  you  like, 
the  weather  changed  and  became  hot  and  summer  like,  and 
Jones,  instead  of  being  hit  with  a  snowball,  was — er — scalded 
with  hot  water !" 

Ex-President  Taft  on  one  of  his  trips  was  playing  golf  on  a 
western  links  when  he  noticed  that  he  had  a  particularly  good 
caddie,  an  old  man  of  some  sixty  years,  as  they  have  on  the 
Scottish  links. 

"And  what  do  you  do  in  winter?"  asked  the  President. 

"Such  odd  jobs  as  I  can  pick  up,  sir,"  replied  the  man. 

"Not  much  chance  for  caddying  then,  I  suppose?"  asked 
the  President. 

"No,  sir,  there  is  not,"  replied  the  man  with  a  great  deal 
of  warmth.  "When  there's  no  frost  there's  sure  to  be  snow, 


TO  A  S  TBR'S    11 .1  \  />/>•(><>  K 

and  when  there's  no  snow  tlun'>  ir«^i,  and  when  there's  neith- 
er  there's   sure   t<>   he   rain.      And    the  when    it 
they're  alua\-   Sundays." 


On  the  way  to  the  office  of  his  publishers  one  crisp  fall 
morning,  James  Whitc<'inl>  Riley  met  an  unusually  large  num- 
acquaintances  who  commented  conventionally  upon  the 
line  weather.  This  unremitting  applause  amused  him.  When 
greeted  at  the  office  with  "Nice  day,  Mr.  Riley,"  he  smiled 
broadly. 

"Yes."  he  agreed.  "Yes,  I've  heard  it  very  highly  spoken 
of." 


The  darky  in  question  had  simmered  in  the  heat  of  St.  Au- 
gustine all  his  life,  and  wa>  deo-yed  hy  the  report  that  colored 
mi  ii  could  make  as  much  as  $4  a  day  in  Duluth. 

1 1  e  headed  North  in  a  seersucker  suit  and  into  a  hard  winter. 
At  Chicago,  while  waiting  for  a  train,  he  shivered  in  an  engine 
room,  and  on  the  way  to  Duluth  sped  hy  miles  of  snow  fields. 

On  arriving  he  found  the  mercury  at  18  below  and  promptly 
lost  the  use  of  his  hands.  Then  his  feet  stiffened  and  he  lost 
all  sensation. 

They  picked  him  up  and  took  him  to  a  crematory  for  un- 
kiiM\\n  dead.  After  he  had  been  in  th  r  a  while 

'oor    for    inspection.       K  RU    to    and 

shout 

"Shut    dal    d<»'   anil   cl«^e   dat    draff!" 


Tin  :  -mall    hoy   in    Om ' 

Who   was   huried    in    sn«>\v    t"   his    n, 
When    they    <-aid.    "  \re    >.-u     t": 
lie    repli* 

•l.m't    call    thi-    c-.l-l    in 

— K nd \<i>'<{   KihlitK). 

• 
•iiv    rli (Ten-ill    kinds   of   good  vfri'n. 


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WEDDING  ANNIVERSARIES 

Uncle  Ephraim  had  put  on  a  clean  collar  and  his  best  coat, 
and  was  walking  majestically  up  and  down  the  street. 

"Aren't  you   working   to-day,    Uncle?"    asked    somebody. 

"No,  suh.     I'se  celebrating'  mah  golden  weddin'  suh." 

"You  were  married  fifty  years  ago  today,  then !" 

"Yes,  suh." 

"Well,  why  isn't  your  wife  helping  you  to  celebrate?" 

"Mah  present  wife,  suh,"  replied  Uncle  Ephraim  with  dig- 
nity, "ain't  got  nothin'  to  do  with  it." 

WEDDING  PRESENTS 

Among  the  presents  lately  showered  upon  a  dusky  bride  in  a 
rural  section  of  Virginia,  was  one  that  was  a  gift  of  an  old 
woman  with  whom  both  bride  and  groom  were  great  favor- 
ites. 

Some  time  ago,  it  appears,  the  old'  woman  accumulated  a 
supply  of  cardboard  mottoes,  which  she  worked  and  had  framed 
as  occasion  arose. 

So  it  happened  that  in  a  neat  combination  of  blues  and 
reds,  suspended  by  a  cord  of  orange,  there  hung  over  the  table 
whereon  the  other  presents  were  displayed  for  the  delectation 
of  the  wedding  guests,  this  motto : 

FIGHT    ON  ;    FIGHT  'EVER. 

WEDDINGS 

An  actor  who  was  married  recently  for  the  third  time,  and 
whose  bride  had  been  married  once  before,  wrote  across  the 
bottom  of  the  wedding  invitations :  "Be  sure  and  come ;  this  is 
no  amateur  performance." 

A  wealthy  young  woman  from  the  west  was  recently  wedded 
to  a  member  of  the  nobility  of  England,  and  the  ceremony  oc- 
curred in  the  most  fashionable  of  London  churches — St.  George's. 

Among  the  guests  was  a  cousin  of  the  bride,  as  sturdy  an 
American  as  can  be  imagined.  Me  gave  an  interesting  sum- 
mary of  the  wedding  when  asked  by  a  girl  friend  whether  the 
marriage  was  a  happy  one. 


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"I!:ippy?  I  should  say  it  was."  said  the  cousin.  "The  bride 
was  happy,  her  mother  was  overjoyed,  Lord  Stickleigh,  the 
pro*  mi.  was  in  ecstasies,  and  his  creditors,  I  understand,  were 
in  a  state  of  absolute  bliss." — lidu-in  Tatrissc. 

The  best  man  noticed  that  one  of  the  wedding  guests,  a 
gloomy-looking  young  man,  did  not  seem  to  be  enjoying  him- 
self. He  was  wandering  about  as  though  he  had  lost  his 
last  friend.  The  best  man  took  it  upon  himself  to  cheer  him 
up. 

'  I  r — have  you  kissed  the  bride?"  he  asked  by  way  of  intro- 
duction. 

•'.\'«»t   lately."   replied  the  gloomy  one  with   a   far-away 
pression. 

The  curate  of  a  large  and  fashionable  church  was  endeavor- 
ing to  teach  the  significance  of  white  to  a  Sunday-school  class. 

"Why."  said  he.  "docs  a  bride  invariably  desire  to  be  clothed 
in  white  at  lu-r  niarri 

no  one  answered,  he  explained.  "White,"  said  he,  "stands 
for  joy,  and  the  wedding-day  is  the  most  joyous  occasion  of  a 
woman's  life." 

A  small  boy  queried.  "Why  d«>  the  men  all  wear  black?" 
— .U.  J.  M 

Lillie    May   came   \«   lu-r    mistrttt,      "Ah    would    lik. 
vacation.    Miss    An:  in    IHT    soft    negro    accent; 

"Ali   wants  to  be  man 

Lillie   had    been    a    g....d    girl.    K)    her    mi  e    her    the 

•!.   a   white  dre*s.   a   veil   and   a   plum-, 
uptly    at    the    end    of    the    week    Lillie    returned,    radiant. 

limrd.    "  \b    \\as   the  nios' 
Ma    <]:•  LI    veil    mos'    loxcly.    the   cake 

.   the  dam-in*  an*   the  e.ttin' !" 

!.    Lillie.    this    sounds    delightful."    <ai<l    her    mistress, 
"but  the   p..ii"  I    hope  you 

'od    husband." 

Lilli  indignation:  "Now  Miss  Annie,  uh.it 

In'nk?     Tha'  darn  1>er  turn 


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There  is  living  in  Illinois  a  solemn  man  who  is  often 
funny  without  meaning  to  be.  At  the  time  of  his  wedding,  ho 
lived  in  a  town  some  distance  from  the  home  of  the  bride.  1  he 
wedding  was  to  be  at  her  house.  On  the  eventful  day  the 
solemn  man  started  for  the  station,  but  on  the  way  met  the  vil- 
lage grocer,  who  talked  so  entertainingly  that  the  bridegroom 
missed  his  train. 

Naturally   he   was   in   a   "state."     Something   must   be   done, 
and  done  quickly.     So  he  sent  the  following  telegram  : 
Don't  marry  till  I  come. — HENRY. 

— Howard  Morse. 

In  all  the  wedding  cake,  hope  is  the  sweetest  of  the  plums. 

—Douglas  Jerrold. 

WEIGHTS  AND  MEASURES 

"Didn't  I  tell  ye  to  feed  that  cat  a  pound  of  meat  every 
day  until  ye  had  her  fat?"  demanded  an  Irish  shopkeeper, 
nodding  toward  a  sickly,  emaciated  cat  that  was  slinking  through 
the  store. 

"Ye  did  thot,"  replied  his  assistant,  "an'  I've  just  been  after 
feedin'  her  a  pound  of  meat  this  very  minute." 

"Faith,  an'  I   don't  believe  ye.     Bring  me  the   scales." 

The  poor  cat  was  lifted  into  the  scales.  They  balanced  at 
exactly  one  pound. 

"There !"  exclaimed  the  assistant  triumphantly.  "Didn't  I 
tell  ye  she'd  had  her  pound  of  meat?" 

"That's  right,"  admitted  the  boss,  scratching  his  head.  "That's 
yer  pound  of  meat  all  right.  But" — suddenly  looking  up — 
"where  the  divvil  is  the  cat?" 

WELCOMES 

When  Ex-President  Taft  was  on  his  transcontinental  tour. 
American  flags  and  Taft  pictures  were  in  evidence  everywhere. 
Usually  the  Taft  pictures  contained  a  word  of  welcome  under 
them.  Those  who  heard  the  President's  laugh  ring  out  will  not 
soon  forget  the  western  city  which,  directly  under  the  barred 
window  of  the  city  lockup,  displayed  a  Taft  picture  with  tin- 
legend  "Welcome"  on  it. — Huyli  Morist. 


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Come  in  the  cvi-ninir.  or  come  in  the  morning. 

ie   when   you're   looked    for,  or  come  without    warning, 
os   and    welcome  you'll    find    hero   before  you, 

And    tlu-    ofu-ner   you   come   here    the   more    I'll   adore  you. 

—Thomas  O.  Davis. 

WEST,  Till- 

iKKN   Lvi.v   (traveling  in  Montana)— "The  idea  of  calling 
this    the   '\\  ild-West' !     Why.    I    never    saw    such    pi.litnir-x    .,nv 
where." 

r.ov — "We're    allers    perlite    to    ladies,    ma'am." 

EASTKKN  L\i>v — "Oh,  as  for  that,  there  is  plenty  of  polite- 
ness everywhere.  But  I  refer  to  the  men.  Why,  in  New  York 
the  men  behave  horribly  towards  one  another;  hut  here  they 
tr^at  one  another  as  delicately  as  gentlemen  in  a  drawinir- 
room." 

COWBOY— "Yes.  ma'am;  it's  safer."— Abbie  C.  Di\ 

WHISKY 

This  is  from  an  Irish  priest's  sermon,  as  quoted  in  Samuel 
M.  !!•  of  ;m  Irish  Land  . \nent" :  "'It'- 

whisky    makes    you    hate    your    \\i\i-:    it-    whisky    IB 

dr-"];itr;    it's    whisky    make-    you    shoot  your   landlords, 
and' — with    emphasis.    :i-    hi-    thumped    the    pulpit— 'it's    whisky 
cm.'  " 

In    a    recent    trial    of    a    'i  vrn    Kentucky 

a    wit  i  i-d   that   he   had   pi:-  me  "smiirrel"   whis- 

•  m   the   defendant. 
;irrel    whisky'"    qu  the   court. 

the    kind    that    makes    you    talk    nutty    and 
want  to  climb  t 

Texas    in    command    of    the 

:th  f'«r  the  maneuver^  alnu^   tl 
tells    t'  MI    old    Irish    |i 

the    bi\«>.  madr 

for    the    niuht.    the    raptain    notic.  d    th..' 


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much  fatigued.  Thinking  that  a  small  drop  of  whisky  might 
do  him  good,  the  captain  called  Pat  aside  and  said,  "Pat,  will 
you  have  a  wee  drink  of  whisky?"  Pat  made  no  answer,  but 
folded  his  arms  in  a  reverential  manner  and  gazed  upward. 
The  captain  repeated  the  question  several  times,  but  no  an- 
swer from  Pat,  who  stood  silent  and  motionless,  gazing  de- 
voutly into  the  sky.  Finally  the  captain,  taking  him  by  the 
shoulder  and  giving  him  a  vigorous  shake  said :  "Pat,  why 
don't  you  answer?  I  said,  Tat,  will  you  have  a  drink  of  whis- 
ky?'" After  looking  around  in  considerable  astonishment  Pat 
replied:  "And  is  it  yez,  captain?  Begorrah  and  I  thought  it 
was  an  angel  spakin'  to  me." 

See  also  Drinking. 

WHISKY  BREATH 
See  Breath. 

WIDOWS 

During  the  course  of  conversation  between  two  ladies  in  a 
hotel  parlor  one  said  to   the   other:  "Are  you  married?" 
"No,  I   am  not,"  replied   the  other.     "Are  you?" 
"No,"  was  the  reply,  "I,  too,  am  on  the  single  list,"  adding  : 
"Strange  that  two   such   estimable  women  as   ourselves   should 
have  been  overlooked   in  the  great  matrimonial  market !     Now 
that    lady,"    pointing   to   another    who    was    passing,    "has    been 
widowed    four    times,    two    of    her    husbands    having    been    cre- 
mated.    The  woman,"  she  continued,  "is  plain  and  uninteresting, 
and  yet  she  has  them  to  burn." 

WIND 

VISITOR — "What  became  of  that  other  windmill  that  was 
here  last  year?" 

NATIVE — "There  was  only  enough  wind  for  one,  so  we  took 
it  down." 


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Whichever   way   the    wind  doth  blow 
Some  heart  is  glad  to  have  it  so; 
Then  blow  it  east,  or  blow  it  west, 
The    wind    that    blows,    that    wind    is    best. 

— Caroline  A.  M,i 

WINDFALLS 

A  Nebraska  man  was  carried  forty  miles  l>y  a  cyclone  and 
dropped  in  a  widow's  front  yard,  lie  married  the  widow  and 
returned  home  worth  about  $30,000  more  than  when  he  started. 

WINE 

When  our  thirsty   souls    we   steep, 
Every  sorrow's  lull'd  to  sleep. 
Talk   of  monarchs!   we  arc  then 
Richest,    happiest,    first    of    men. 

When  I  drink,  my  In-art  refines 
And  rises  as  the  cup  declines; 
Rises  in  the  genial  flow, 
That  none  but  social  spirits  know. 

To-day  we'll  haste  to  quaff  our  wine, 
As  if  to-morrow  ne'er  should  shine; 
But  if  to-morrow  comes,  why  then — 
We'll  haste  to  quaff  our  wine  again. 

me.  oh,   my   budding   \iiu-. 
Spill    no    <>thrr    blood    than    thine. 
Yonder   brimming    goblet    see, 
That  alone   shall  vanquish  me. 

y  the  gods  above, 

me  the  mighty  bowl  I  love, 
And  let  me  sing,  in  wild  delight. 
"!  will-I  will  he  mad  to-nigh' 


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When    Father    Time    swings    round    his    scythe, 
Intomb   me   'neath  the   bounteous    vine, 
So  that  its  juices  red  and  blythe, 
May  cheer  these  thirsty  bones  of  mine. 

— Eugene  Field. 

See  also  Drinking. 

WISHES 

George  Washington  drew  a  long  sigh  and  said:  "Ah  wish 
Ah  had  a  hundred  watermillions." 

Dixie's  eyes  lighted.  "Hum !  Dat  would  suttenly  be  fine ! 
An'  ef  yo'  had  a  hundred  watermillions  would  yo'  gib  me 
fifty?" 

"No,  Ah  wouldn't." 

"Wouldn't  yo'   give   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  Washington,"  he 
said,  and  then  continued  in  a  heartbroken  voice.  "Wouldn't 
yo'  gib  me  one?" 

"No,  Ah  wouldn't  gib  yo'  one.  Look  a'  heah,  niggah !  Are 
yo'  so  good  for  nuffen  lazy  dat  yo'  cahn't  wish  fo'  yo'  own 
watermillions?" 

"Man  wants  but  little  here  below 

Nor  wants  that  little  long,"  • 
Tis  not  with  me  exactly  so; 

But  'tis  so  in  the  song. 
My  wants  are  many,   and,  if  told, 

Would  muster  many  a  score ; 
And  were  each  wish  a  mint  of  gold, 

I  still  should  long  for  more. 

— John  Quincy  Adams. 

WITNESSES 

"The  trouble  is,"  said  Wilkins  as  he  talked  the  matter  over 
with  his  counsel,  "that  in  the  excitement  of  the  moment  I  ad- 


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milled  that  I  had  been  going  too  fast,  and  wasn't  paying  any 
attention  to  the  road  just  before  the  collision.  I'm  afraid 
that  admission  is  going  to  prove  costly." 

"Don't  worry  about  that,"  said  his  lawyer.  "I'll  bring  seven 
\\itiu-sses  to  testify  that  they  wouldn't  believe  you  under  oath." 

On  his  eighty-fourth  birthday,  Paul  Smith,  the  veteran  Ad- 
irondack hotel-keeper,  who  started  life  as  a  guide  and  died 
owning  a  million  dollars'  worth  of  forest  land,  was  talking 
about  boundary  disputes  with  an  old  friend. 

"Didn't  you  hear  of  the  lawsuit  over  a  title  that  I  had 
with  Jones  down  in  M alone  last  summer?"  asked  Paul.  The 
friend  had  not  heard. 

"Well,"  said  Paul,  "it  was  this  way.  I  sat  in  the  court- 
room before  the  case  opened  with  my  witnesses  around  me. 
Jones  bustled  in,  stopped,  looked  my  witnesses  over  carefully,  and 
said:  Paul,  are  those  your  witnesses?'  'They  are,'  said  I.  'Then 
you  win,'  said  he.  'I've  had  them  witnesses  twice  myself.' " 

WIVES 

"father."  >iid  a  little  boy,  "had  Solomon  seven  hundred 
w  i  \  < 

"1    believe  so,   my  son,"   said   the   father. 

!!,   father,   was   he  the  man   who  said,  'Give  me  liberty 
thr'1  —Town  Top ics. 

•heritable    lady   was    reading   the   Old   Testament   to   an 
aged  woman  who  lived  at  the  home  for  old  people,  and  chanced 

upon  tin-  pa -«-agc  concerning  Solomon's  household. 

"Mad  Solomon  really  seven  hundred  wives?"  inquired  the 
old  woman,  after  relUction. 

'ary !      It    i>   so   Mated    in   the    P.ible." 

"Lor*,  mum!"  \\as  the  comment.  "What  privileges  them 
early 

CASEY — "Now,  phwat  wu'u'd  yc  do  in  a  case  loikc  thot?" 
CLANCY 

v     -"'Mi'   walkin'  ddi^ale  tilK   me  to  stroikt .   ;m'  in, 
*Ofl  ii    wurrki: 


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Governor  Vardaman,  of  Mississippi,  was  taken  to  task  be- 
cause he  had  made  a  certain  appointment,  a  friend  maintain- 
ing that  another  man  should  have  received  the  place.  The 
governor  listened  quietly  and  then  said : 

"Did  I  ever  tell  you  about  Mose  Williams?  One  day  Mose 
sought  his  employer,  an  acquaintance  of  mine,  and  inquired: 

"'Say,  boss,  is  yo'  gwine  to   town  t'morrer?' 

"'I   think   so.     Why?' 

"  'Well,  hit's  dishaway.  Me  an'  Easter  Johnson's  gwine  to 
git  mahred,  an'  Ah  'lowed  to  ax  yo'  ter  git  a  pair  of  licenses 
fo'  me.' 

"  'I  shall  be  delighted  to  oblige  you,  Mose,  and  I  hope  you 
will  be  very  happy.' 

"The  next  day  when  the  gentleman  rode  up  to  his  house 
the  old  man  was  waiting  for  him. 

"'Did  you  git   'em,   boss?'   he   inquired   eagerly. 

"  'Yes,  here  they  are.' 

"Mose  looked  at  them  ruefully,  shaking  his  head.  'Ah'm 
po'ful  sorry  yo'  got  'em,  boss !' 

"'What's  the  matter?     Has   Easter   gone  back  on  you?' 

"  'It  ain't  dat,  boss.  Ah  done  changed  mah  min.'  Ah'm 
gwine  to  mahry  Sophie  Coleman,  dat  freckled-faced  yaller  girl 
what  works  up  to  Mis'  Mason's,  for  she  sholy  can  cook !' 

"  'Well,  I'll  try  and  have  the  name  changed  for  you,  but 
it  will  cost  you  fifty  cents  more.' 

"Mose  assented,  somewhat  dubiously,  and  the  gentleman  had 
the  change  made.  Again  he  found  Mose  waiting  for  him. 

"'Wouldn't  change  hit,  boss,  would  .he?' 

"  'Certainly  he  changed  it.  I  simply  had  to  pay  him  the  fifty 
cents.' 

"  'Ah  was  hopin'  he  wouldn't  do  it.  Mah  min's  made  up 
to  mahry  Easter  Johnson  after  all.' 

"  'You  crazy  nigger,  you  don't  know  what  you  do  want. 
What  made  you  change  your  mind  again?' 

"  'Well,  boss,  Ah  been  thinkin'  it  over  an'  Ah  jes'  'lowed 
dar  wasn't  fifty  cents  wuth  ob  diff'runce  in  dem  two  nig- 
gers.' " 

A  wife  is  a  woman  who  is  expected  to  purchase  without 
means,  and  sew  on  buttons  before  they  come  off. 


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"What  arc  you  cutting  out  of   the  p. 

out    a    California    man    securing    a   dixorcc   because    his 

:    through   his 

•\\hut   are  you  going  to  do  with 
'Tut    it    in    my    po 

A  woman  mi-  was  taking  tea  with   a  man- 

darin's eight  wives.  The  Chinese  ladies  examined  her  cloth- 
ing, her  hair,  her  teeth,  and  so  on.  but  her  feet  especially 
amazed  them. 

cried  one,  "you  can  walk  or  run  as  well  as  a  man!" 
>,   to  be  sure,"   said  the  missionary. 
horse  and  swim,  too?" 

OS." 

u  must  be  as  strong  as  a  man !" 
"I 

•id  you  wouldn't  let  a  man  beat  if  he  was 

husband — would  you?" 

•:ldn't,"  the  missionary 

The  mandarin's  eight  wives  looked  at  one  another,  nodding 
their  heads.     Then  the  oldest  said,  softly : 

"Now   I   under M. m<  1    why   the    foreign   devil   n<  more 

than  one   wife.      He  is  afraid!" — Western  Christian  Advocate. 

''.ear  your  -ike." 

MIKK— "She 

PAT — "Is   it  dangerous 

iMvil   a   bit.     She's  too  weal  M   any 

-"Say,    mama,    father    l>r«  kc    this    vase   before    he    went 

out" 

iiitiful  m.<.  ^c!     Wait  till  he  C 

'I." 
SON— "May  I  stay  up  till  he  does?" 

w    has  i     the 

•••llo\\  ih. 


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It  was  a  wi/ened  little-  man  who  appeared  before  the  judge 
and  charged  his  \\il~e  with  cruel  and  abusive  treatment.  His 
better  half  was  a  big,  square-jawed  woman  with  a  determined 
eye. 

"In  the  first  place,  where  did  you  meet  this  woman  who, 
according  to  your  story,  has  treated  you  so  dreadfully?"  asked 
the  judge. 

"Well,"  replied  the  little  man,  making  a  brave  attempt  to 
glare  defiantly  at  his  wife,  "I  never  did  meet  her.  She  just 
kind  of  overtook  me." 

"Harry,  love,"  exclaimed  Mrs.  Knowall  to  her  husband,  on 
his  return  one  evening  from  the  office,  "I  have  b-been  d-dread- 
fully  insulted !" 

"Insulted?"    exclaimed   Harry,   love.     "By   whom?" 

"B-by  your  m-mother,"  answered  the  young  wife,  bursting 
into  tears. 

"My  mother,   Flora?     Nonsense!     She's   miles  away!" 

Flora  dried  her  tears. 

"I'll  tell  you  all  about  it,  Harry,  love,"  she  said.  "A  letter 
came  to  you  this  morning,  addressed  in  your  mother's  writing, 
so,  of  course,  I — I  opened  it." 

"Of  course,"  repeated  Harry,  love,  dryly. 

"It— it  was  written  to  you  all  the  way  through.  Do  you 
understand?" 

"I  understand.  But  where  does  the  insult  to  you  come 
in?" 

"It — it  came  in  the  p-p-postcript,"  cried  the  wife,  bursting 
into  fresh  floods  of  briny.  "It  s-said:  T-P-P.  S.— D-dear  Flora, 
d-don't  f-fail  to  give  this  1-letter  to  Harry.  I  w-want  him  to 
have  it.'  " 

"By  jove,  I  left  my  purse  under  my  pillow!" 
"Oh,    well,    your    servant    is   honest,    isn't    she?" 
"That's  just  it.     She'll  take  it  to  my  wife." 

There   swims   no  goose   so  gray,  but  soon   or   late 
She  finds  some  honest  gander  for  her  mate. 

— Pope. 


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A  clerk  shou  patterns  of  .uintdiams  to  a  man  whose 

wife  had  -cm  him  to  huy  some  f..r  her  for  Christmas,  and 
at  every  pattern  the  man  vii<l  :  "My  wife  said  she  didn't  want 
anything  like  that." 

The  clerk   put   th.  ,  e  back  on   the  shelf. 

don't   want   .^indiam.     What   yon  a  divorce." 


Maids  are    May   when   they  arc   maids,   hut    the   sky   changes 
when    they    are    wives.  —  Shakes^ 

In  the  election  of  a  wife,  as   in 

A    project  of   war,   to  err  but   once   is 

To  be   undone   forever. 

—Thomas  Middlcton. 

Of  earthly  v;o<>d$.  the  best  is  a  good  wife; 
A  bad,   the  bitterest  curse  of  human   li 

—  Simon: 

See  also   Domestic  finance;   Suffragettes;   Talker.-;   Temper; 
Woman  suffrage. 

WOMAN 

Woman—  the   only   sex    which    attache-    more   importance   to 
\\hat'-  «»n  its  head  than  to  what's   in   it. 


itncs   there   are  of   real    women." 
til   it's  hard  to  get  them  to  look   ri^ht  " 
"How  so?" 

woman  remaining  still  and  saying  nothing  doesn't  seem 
true  to  life." 

"Oh,  woman!  in  our  hours  of  ease 
Uncertain,  coy.  and  hard  to  please" — 
So  wrote  Sir  Walter  long  ago. 
But  how,  pray,  could  he  really  know? 
If  woman  fair  he  strove  to  please, 
Where  did  he  get  his  "hours  of  ease?" 

— Gtorgt  B.  Mortwood. 


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Miss  SCRIBBLE — "The  heroine  of  my  next  story  is  to  be  one 
of  those  modern  advanced  girls 'who  have  ideas  of  their  own 
and  don't  want  to  get  married." 

THE  COLONEL  (politely) — "Ah,  indeed,  I  don't  think  T  ever 
met  that  type."— Life. 

You  are  a  dear,  sweet  girl, 
God  bless  you  and  keep  you — 
Wish  I  could  afford  to  do  so. 

Here's  to  man — he  can  afford  anything  he  can  get.  Here's 
to  woman — she  can  afford  anything  that  she  can  get  a  man  to 
get  for  her. — George  Ade. 

Here's  to  the  soldier  and  his  arms-, 

Fall   in,   men,    fall  in; 
Here's  to  woman  and  her  arms, 

Fall  in,  men,  fall  in ! 

Most  Southerners  are  gallant.  An  exception  is  the  Georgian 
who  gave  his  son  this  advice: 

"My  boy,  never  run  after  a  woman  or  a  street  car — there 
will  be  another  one  along  in  a  minute  or  two." 

Here's  to  the  maid  of  bashful  fifteen; 
Here's  to  the  widow  of  fifty; 
Here's  to  the  flaunting,  extravagant  quean ; 
And  here's  to  the   housewife  that's  thrifty. 
Chorus : 

Let  the  toast  pass, — 
Drink  to  the  lass, 
I'll   warrant   she'll  prove   an    excuse  for  the  glass. 

— Sheridan. 

Here's   to  the  ladies,   the  good,   young   ladies; 

But  not  too  good,  for  the  good  die  young, 

And  we  want  no  dead  ones. 

And  here's  to  the  good  old  ladies, 

But  not  too  old,  for  we  want  no  dyed  ones. 


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When  a   woman   repulses,  1  Arhcn  a  woman  beckons. 

-Ilenricttc   Corklatnl. 

The  young  woman  had   spent  a  busy  day. 

had  browbeaten  fouitren  salespeople,  bullyragged  a  floor- 
walker, argued  victoriously  with  a  milliner,  laid  down  the 
law  to  a  modiste,  nipped  in  the  bud  a  taxi  chauffeur's  attempt 
to  overcharge-  her.  made  a  street  luctor  stop  the  car 

in   the   middle  of    a   block    for   h<  aged    her   maid   and 

engaged  am-tlu-r,  and   otherui  d  to  allow   herself  to  be 

-cd  upon. 

she  did  not  smile  that  evening  when  a  young  man 
begged : 

me  be  your  protector  through   life!" 

I    am    very    fond   of    the   company   of    ladies.      I    like    their 
.  I  like  their  delicacy.  I  like  their  and  I  like  their 

silence.— Suniucl  Johnson. 

Auld    Nature   swears,   the   lovely    dears 

Her  noblest  work  -he  clnoes,  O: 
Her  'prentice  hand  she  tried  on  man. 

An'  then  she  made  the  la.-ses,  O. 

— Burns. 

Not  frmn  his  hr  id  \\;i<  \\«man  took, 
As  made  her  huthand  to  o'erlook; 
Not  from  his  feet  -'iicd 

The  footstool  Conger  kind; 

But   fashioned  for  himself,  a  IT 
An  equal,  taken   from   his   side. 

—Charles  W. 

:     SutVr.i-.  t'(  s  ;     \\ 
Woman  sufTr.. 

WOMAN   SUFFRA< 

s  well  be  frank   \\iili   \oii       1 
e  to  vote  the  -.amc  ticket   as  that  horrid  Jones 


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Kate  Douglas  Wiggin  was  asked  recently  how  she  stood  on 
the  vote  for  women  question.  She  replied  she  didn't  "stand  at 
all,"  and  told  a  story  about  a  New  England  farmer's  wife  who 
had  no  very  romantic  ideas  about  the  opposite  sex,  and  who. 
hurrying  from  churn  to  sink,  from  sink  to  shed,  and  back  to 
the  kitchen  stove,  was  asked  if  she  wanted  to  vote.  "No,  I 
certainly  don't !  I  say  if  there's  one  little  thing  that  the  men 
folks  can  do  alone,  for  goodness  sakes  let  'em  do  it !"  she 
replied. 

MR.  E.  N.  QUIRE — "What  are  those  women  mauling  that 
man  for?" 

MRS.  HENBALLOT — "He  insulted  us  by  saying  that  the  suf- 
frage movement  destroyed  our  naturally  timid  sweetness  and 
robbed  us  of  all  our  gentleness." 

"Did  you  cast  your  vote,  Aunty?" 

"Oh,  yes!  Isn't  it  grand?  A  real  nice  gentleman  with  a 
beautiful  moustache  and  yellow  spats  marked  my  ballot  for 
me.  I  know  I  should  have  marked  it  myself,  but  it  seemed 
to  please  him  greatly." 

"Does  your  wife  want  to  vote?" 

"No.  She  wants  a  larger  town  house,  a  villa  on  the  sea 
coast  and  a  new  limousine  car  every  six  months.  I'd  be  pleased 
most  to  death  if  she  could  fix  her  attention  on  a  smaller  matter 
like  the  vote." 

"What  you  want,  I  suppose,  is  to  vote,  just  like  the  men 
do." 

"Certainly  not,"  replied  Mrs.  Baring-Banners.  "If  we 
couldn't  do  any  better  than  that  there  would  be  no  use  of 
our  voting." 

"There's  only  one  thing  I  can  think  of  to  head  off  this 
suffragette  movement,"  said  the  mere  man. 

"What  is  that?"  asked   his   wife. 

"Make  the  legal  age  for  voting  thirty-five  instead  of  twen- 
ty-one."— Catholic  Universe. 


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MAMIE  —  "I    believe    in    woman's    rijj 

.IK—  "Then  you  think  every  woman  should  have  a  \ 
MAMIE  —  "Xo;  hut  I  think  every  woman  should  ha. 
er."  —  The    ll'onnin's    Journal. 

During  the  Presidential  campaign  the  question  of  woman 
suffrage  was  much  discussed  among  women  pro  and  con,  and 
at  an  afternoon  tea  the  conversation  turned  that  way  between 
the  women  guests. 

"Are   you   a    woman    suffragist?"   asked   the    one   who 
most  interested. 

"Indeed,  I  am  not,"  replied  the  other  most  emphatically. 

"Oh,    that's    too    had.    hut    just    suppt.  lioin 

v\«»uld   yiiii   support   in   the   pi 

"The  same  man  I've  always  supported,  of  course,"  was 
the  apt  reply  -"my  husband." 

tragettes. 

WOMEN'S   CLUBS 
See  Clubs. 

WORDS 
Authors. 

WORK 

All   work  and  no  play 

•iirrrptiti'iuxK 


"Work!    niiflink    but    work.  i    mornin'    till 

nigl 

row."—  /'«»;,/». 

Several    nun  \\n    the    • 

difficulty    of 

•is  of 

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and  asked  me  for  work.  The  first  day  I  put  him  to  work  help- 
ing to  move  some  heavy  rocks,  and  he  easily  did  as  much 
work  as  any  two  other  men,  and  yet  was  as  fresh  as  could 
be  at  the  end  of  the  day. 

"The  next  morning,  having  no  further  use  for  him,  I  told 
him  he  could  go ;  but  he  begged  so  hard  to  remain  that  I  let 
him  go  into  the  cellar  and  empty  some  apple  barrels,  putting 
the  good  apples  into  one  barrel  and  throwing  away  the  rotten 
ones — about  a  half  hour's  work. 

"At  the  end  of  two  hours  he  was  still  in  the  cellar,  and 
I  went  down  to  see  what  the  trouble  was.  I  found  him  only 
half  through,  but  almost  exhausted,  beads  of  perspiration  on 
his  brow. 

"'What's  the  matter?'  I  asked.  'Surely  that  work  isn't 
hard.' 

"  'No  not  hard,'  he  replied.  'But  the  strain  on  the  judgment 
is  awful.'  " 

See  also  Rest  cure. 

WORMS 

A  country  girl  was  home  from  college  for  the  Christmas 
holidays  and  the  old  folks  were  having  a  reception  in  her 
honor.  During  the  event  she  brought  out  some  of  her  new 
gowns  to  show  to  the  guests.  Picking  up  a  beautiful  silk  cre- 
ation she  held  it  up  before  the  admiring  crowd. 

"Isn't  this  perfectly  gorgeous !"  she  exclaimed.  "Just  think, 
it  came  from  a  poor  little  insignificant  worm !" 

Her  hard-working  father  looked  a  moment,  then  he  turned 
and  said:  "Yes,  darn  it,  an'  I'm  that  worm!" 

YALE  UNIVERSITY 

The  new  cook,  who  had  come  into  the  household  during 
the  holidays,  asked  her  mistress : 

"Where  ban  your  son?     I  not  seeing  him  round  no  more." 
"My  son,"  replied  the  mistress  pridefully.     MOh,  he  has  gone 


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hack   to  Vale.      Hi-  could  only  get    away   long  enough  to  stay 
until    Xe\v    Yrar'-   day.  you   see,       I    mi-<   him   dreadfully,   tho.* 
I,    1    knowing    yoost    how   you    feel.        My  broder.  he  han 
•I    sax    times   since   Tanksgiving." 

YONKERS 

An  American  t«>ok  an  Knglishnian  to  a  theater.  An  actor 
in  the  farce,  about  to  die,  exclaimed:  ,  don't 

me  in  Yt>nki 

'I  IK-  Kmjishnian  turned  to  his  frit-mi  and  said:  ''I  say 
old  chap,  what  arc  \< inkers?" 

"YOU" 

Here's  to  the  world,   the  merry  old  world, 

both  bright  and  blue; 

lUre's  to  our   future,   he   it    what   it    may. 
And    lure's    to   my   best— that's   you! 

ZONES 

-"How   many   zone-    ha>   the   earth?" 
PUPIL — '  I 

t.       N'ame    them." 

PUPIL — "  I Vmperate    /(.ne.   intern:  ual,   horrid,   and  O." 

-Life.