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Not So Far Out of the Way.
“Whatsoever a man soweth, that
shall he reap,” Johnny repeated it af
ter his father several times, and seem
ed to have mastered the correct word
ing.
As they drew near the Sunday
school the father gave Johnny his last
rehearsal. “Now, son,” he said, “let’s
have the Golden Text once more.”
This is what he got;
“Whatsoever a man sews always
rips.”
They Have “Seen” Them.
A “social climber” in New York
went to Europe, and, when she re
turned, was asked where she had been.
“And you saw much of the Darda
nelles, of course?” asked the woman
accustomed to travel.
The parvenue hesitated only a mo
ment, and then replied: “Oh, yes, in
deed, we dined with them several
times.”
A Palpable Fraud.
“0 I want yez t’ take that big hoigh
lamp yez sold me back agin,” said Mr.
Mulcahey entering the store in high
dudgeon.
“Why, what’s wrong with it?” in
quired the astonished merchant.
“Yez said it was a piano lamp,”
roared Mr-. Mulcahey, “and divil a
chune hov Oi been able t’ git out of
it!”
He Was Satisfied.
“You are very beautiful,” said a
young man to his sweetheart.
“Ah, well,” she answered, “beauty
you know, is only skin deep.”
“Well,” he replied, “that’s deep
enough for me. I’m no cannibal.”
Did His Best.
Mr. Raymond appeared at his
neighbor’s door one November evening
at dusk in a towering rage and utter
ing fierce threats against his neigh
bor’s dog, Nero. Vainly the neighbor
tried to explain that Nero was only
a puppy. “He belongs to Johnny,” he
went on, “and it would break oJhnny’s
heart if anything happened to him. I
think,” hopefully, “that his manners
will improve.”
“Manners!” repeated Raymond, “I’m
not complaining of his manners, but
his nature. After he had jumped all
over me he bit the back of my leg.”
“That’s as far as he can reach,”
broke in Johnny, in a wounded tone.
“You don’t expect a little pup like him
to bite a big man like you on the neck,
do you, Mi*. Raymond?”—Youth’s
Companion. <
A Penalty for Everything.
“Well,” declared the man who had
been looking over the law* “there seems
to be a penalty for everything except
stealing a man’s daughter.”
“Oh,” said his friend, “there’s a pen
alty provided for that too.”
“What is it?”
“Hard labor for life.”