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Show Plans Incomplete. Mr. Wilkerson, the architect, had been invited down to the Clarks to-display to-display the plans of Clark's new house, to some guests. Here is the front elevation; explained ex-plained the architect, as he laid tne-plans tne-plans on the library table for the inspection in-spection of the visitors, "with the outside out-side window and the circular gallery; this is the east elevation,, showing the-tower.'" the-tower.'" After various comments had been, made by the guests, little Arthur, aged 7, who was enormously interested ia the new house, cried: "And where are the two mortgages, father said he was going to put on?" He Found Out The smart man stood on a corner in the little country village at dusk-He dusk-He was looking for amusement, and the firBt object that attracted his attention at-tention was an overgrown boy, perhaps per-haps 15 years of age, riding a horse that might have come out of the ark. "Hello, sonny," shouted the salesman. sales-man. "How long has that horse been lead?" Quick as a flash, the boy replied, "Three days, but you're the first buzzard buz-zard that has noticed it." , The traveling man moved on to the hotel. The Kind She Wanted. The much traveled young man had just returned from foreign climes, and, or course, he must entertain his rich old aunt (with whom he was in favor) with stories of the wonderful Bights he had seen. "Yes," he said, in the course of his remarks, "there are some spectacles that can never .be forgotten." "Dear me!" exclaimed the absent-minded absent-minded old lady; "I do wish you would get me a pair of them, John." Queen Mother. "Isn't that perfectly ridiculous!" exclaimed ex-claimed Mrs. Binks. "That young Mrs. Upstarte who lives around the corner actually has the audacity to claim that she is of royal lineage." "Well," said the head of the house, stroking his gray mustache as he thought of bygone days, "she may not be so far wrong at that. I remember her mother when she was a girl and believe me, she was some queen." Repartee. "Ah, would I were a glove upon that hand," quoted the ardent swain. "Quit your kidding," retorted his lady love. A Gentle Hint. "I see you have your arm In a sling," said the inquisitive passenger. ' Broken, isn't it?" "Yes, sir," responded the other passenger. pas-senger. "Met with an accident?" "No, broke it while trying to pat myself on the back." "Geat Scott! What for?" "For minding my own business." Clock Was All Right. A man went into a clock store and handed out the pendulum of a clock, which he wished to leave for repairs. The clockman asked him why he didn't bring the whole clock. "The clock is all right," was th reply. "It's the pendulum that won't go. As soon as I pulled that out the ; rest went like the very dickens."-i dickens."-i Judge. Its Status. ' : "They tell me you have a new baby at your house, Tilly." "They say it's new, but it's all so : creased up, I believe it's second-hand." . Baltimore American. , Food for Thought. 1 AvT'l"1 V,U have some of the cereal. 1 iZl, a? fd, the novel'sfs wife at the t breakfast table. ; absent3lvha"v 5'U'" replied the author ! chapter. gWa Surely Not. ffiS slon U31"K 8UCh : johnny-Well, mother. Shakespea ' henotTfl?" d0n'1 .M not a fit companion for you. |