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Show WINE OF THE WITS. BIRDS OF A FEATHER. The teacher had been giving a class of youngsters some ideas of adages and how to make them, and to test their training she put a few questions. "What is an idle brain?" was one. "The devil's w orkshop," was the prompt response. Then there were severai more till this one came: "BirdB of a feather do what?" "Lay eggs," piped a small boy before anybody any-body else" had a chance to speak. Detroit Free Press. KNEW IT WAS HIS. Mr. de Avnoo I saw our baby way around on a side street today. The baby should be kept in the park. Mrs. de Avnoo That's what she is. You must be mistaken. Mr. de Avnoo No, I'm not. Don't you suppose I know that peramhulator that I paid $62 for? Xew York Weekly . BOUOOIR GENERALSHIP. Jane That Mr. Shallopate is at the door. Shall I tell him you are engaged? Miss Pmkle Show him into the parlor, J inc. 'Yes'm." "And, Jane, after he lays his box of candy on the mantelpiece, tell him I am out." A ftp York Weekly. REBl'KINC? A FLIRT. Mrs. Plainface I have an old coat which, t' ough somewhat worn, is still quite good. V ov.ld you like to have it? Miss Flirtic What? Do you mean to in-si in-si mate that I would wear one of your cast-( cast-( E garments? Vfrs. Plaieface I didn't know but that you ri ght. You seem to be trying to get my hus-b hus-b nd. AVic York Weekly. . |