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Show Father's Good Point. Little Elizabeth had been offended in some way, says the New York Times. She went off into a corner and turned her back-on the family. "I'm mad," she exclaimed, sulkily, "I wish I didn't have any father or mother." "That's wrong, dear," said her mother. "We are the best friends you have." "Well," said Elizabeth, doubtfully. "I don't mind having father; ho doesn't hang around here much, but I'm getting awful tired of the rest of you." Trouble Ahead. The person popularly known as the head of the house turned his key in the door and entered as quietly aa possible. "Where's your mother?" he whispered whis-pered as his young son appeared. "Sh!" cautioned the hoy. "She's waiting upstairs in the war zone, and I think site's got your range." Caught. "I'm sorry that I can't possibly pay that hill today. My bootmaker has Just been here with his bill." "Y'es, I know," said the tailor. "I met him coming down the stairs. Ho says you put him off because you had to pay my bill today. How about It?" Naturally Qualified. "What line of activity do you think your son will follow?" "I'm not sure," replied the weary looking man, "but from the close questioning he puts me through I'm Inclined to think that he'll make a great chairman of an investigating committee." Washington Star. Cautious. "Come on, old man. I'il give you a ride in my new motorboat." "Have you got a return ticket?" "A return ticket? What do you mean?" "A pair of oars." Prove It. "No. Johnny, you can not have another an-other piere of cake. I'm afraid it A-ill make you ill." "H-;v. mother, why don't you let me hnve a'l I want once and teach me a : r 1 Ic.HFOn ?" |
