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Show A Case of True Friendship. ' Two boys, one of them possessor of a permit, were fishing on a certain estate es-tate when a gamekeeper suddenly darted from a thicket. The lad with the permit uttered a cry of fright, dropped his rod and ran off at top speed. The gamekeeper was led a swift 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 examined 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." Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph. No Question of Tense. A young woman whose husband is on the stock exchange recently awakened awak-ened to the fact that he was quite sportily inclined. One evening the professor's wife, who lived quite near, ran In to make a call. During the call the young wife of the stockbroker remarked, rather plaintively: "I wish I knew where Jack was!" "I presume, dear," said the professor's profes-sor's wife primly, "you mean you -wish you knew where he is?" "Oh, no, I don't," replied the young wife. "I know where he is. He is upstairs in tied with terribly bloodshot blood-shot eyes and a raving headache. I want to know where he was!" Could Fill the Bill. He had told her the age-old story, and, torn with emotion, waited for a few short words that would decide his fate. N "George," she said, "before I give-you give-you my answer you must tell me something. Do you, drink anything?" A smile of relief lighted his handsome hand-some countenance. Was that all she wanted to know? Proudly, triumphantly, triumph-antly, he clasped her in his armsand whispered in her shell-like ear: "Anything," he said. The Medicine Man. Hay Rick Philosophy. No man is a complete failure who succeeds in making a perfect fool of himself. A woman is sometimes known by the dogs she keeps. Worry is all right, but don't make it a creed. Genius consists In a talent for making mak-ing good. Misery loves company, but it is usually of the unrequited sort. To the pessimist life is just another an-other name for the morning after. Envy is the by-product of success. Stability Wanted. "It's no use," pouted little Freddy, who had just completed his first week at school. "I shall never go to school again!" "But why?" asked his mother. "What's the use of going? I shall never learn to spell!" "What do you mean?" "Well, how can I. learn to spell when the teacher changes the words every day?" Chicago Herald. Prophetic. "It's a good play, Bill," ai1 manager, who had just finished reading read-ing Shakespeare's new play of "Hamlet," "Ham-let," "but it's too gloomy. Can't you put a little more comedy in if" "That," replied the author, "will bo furnished by the actors who attempt to interpret the stellar role." Always a Chance. "Why don't you get married, old top? "Can't find any gin willing to leave her happy home for me " "Then why not look around for some girl with an unhappy home?" The Bright Side. The pessimist was suffering fronL rheumatism. 6 lronx "Every bone in. my body aches" ha complained. "-aes, he "You ought to be glad you are not a herring,'' said the optimist. Attentive. "Is Watson still paying ntion.i that widow he wa cr Jc years ago?" b lwo "You bet he is. Thev now, and he has to tlLTT lion to everything ahe alteQ" |
