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THE EVENING CALL.
By Carl Holliday.
When ev'ning comes, the singing birds
Hide in their quiet nest,
And all the cattle in the herds
Come home to go to rest.
And only cats, and dogs, and mice,
And owls that hoot at night,
And other tilings that are not nice
Stay out when there’s no light.
Then why should we despise to go
When led by mother’s hand.
When all the decent things we know
Have gone to sleepy-land?
HENS POISONED THE FISH.
“Pshaw,” said Mr. Cobb, a Bakers-
ville farmer and poultry fancier, when
he read about a hen owned by II. C.
Spaulding of Colebrook digging bait for
her owner when lie had the fishing fever.
“That’s nothing. I’ve got some Rhode
Island Reds that poisoned fish to death
because fish stole worms from ’em. ’ ’
“How did they do that?” demanded
an incredulous listener.
“1 have a deep spring in an open
lot,” replied Kz. “The fish T kept in
i f got so wise that they dug their own
worms. The earth at the edges of the
spring had lots of worms and whenever
a fish saw one crawling out of the ground
lie would .jump out of the water and
grab it. My Rhode Island Reds, in
scratching about the spring, saw what
the fish were doing.
“Now, what do you think those mur
derous hens did? They went to my po
tato patch, where I’d put Paris green.
They got their bills full of poison, went
back to (he spring and washed their
bills free of the Paris green. I tried
hard to get the poison out of the spring,
but 1 was too late. It dissolved. Next
morning all the fish were dead.
“Now the hens have the worms, and
wo don't dare drink from the spring.
And some people say hens haven’t any
brains!”—New York World.
A LITERAL DISTINCTION.
Bishop Potter was known as quite a
wit, and often took delight in turning
his humor loose on his associates, but
here is an instance where the joke, al
though quite unintentional, was on the
bishop, says Success. He was to preach
at a certain parish in the West in the
evening, and the congregation was not
a little amused at the somewhat ambigu
ous announcement of their worthy pas
tor, who said:
‘ ‘ Remember our special service next
Sunday afternoon. The Herd will be
with us during the morning services, and
Bishop Potter in the evening.”
MIND OVER MATTER.
“Much may lie done,” said the Acute
Observer, according to Success, “by an
authoritative voice. Now, if a man says
to a dog, “Come here!’ with a note of
absolute authority in his voice, the dog
conies immediately. ”
“Yes,” said the Traveler, “I've no
ticed it. And it is especially marked
in Oriental peoples. Why, when 1 was
in Khnlisandjliaro, 1 heard a man say
with that authoritative note in his tone,
‘Oh, King, live forever,’ and immedi
ately the King lived forever.”
BRIGHT BITS.
lie asked the girl to tly with him and
pleaded not in vain. Said she with reso
lution grim. ‘ ‘ Produce your aero
plane. ”—Kansas City Journal.
“When do you expect your wife
home ?’ ’
“Most any time now. I understand
one of tin* neighbors wrote to her yes
terday. ’ ’—Deroit Free Press.
“How can you reconcile your previous
statements with your present opinions f”
“1 don’t want to reconcile ’em,” an
swered Senator Sorghum. “My desire
is to keep them so far apart that they
can be considered as strangers. ’ ’—
Washington tSar.
“Yes, sir, I belongs to de army of de
unemployed. ’'
“Want a week's work?”
“No; I couldn’t desert from the
army. ’ ’
“Then just pretend you're on a fur
lough. ”—Louisville Courier-Journal.
“Young mau,” said the stern parent,
“when I was your age I had to work
for a living.”
“Well, sir,” answered the frivolously
inclined youth. “I’m not to blame for
that. I have always disapproved of my
grandfather’s attitude in the matter.”
—Washington Star.
“What will your mother say to you
alien you get home?” said one boy.
“She'll start in bv asking me some
hypothetical question,” answered pre
curious Willie.
“What are they?”
“Questions that she thinks she knows
the answers to before she starts to talk.'
—Washington Star.
AN APPALLING POSSIBILITY.
Broadway is laughing over a story
about a wine agent and an eminent ac
tor, whom the other had attempted to
make use of as an advertising medium,
says Harper’s Weekly. The agent is in
troducing a new brand of champagne,
and tin* other day he induced the actor
to assist him in the consumption of a
pint bottle of it at one of the fashion
able restaurants.
“And now I’ll tell you how you can
do me a good turn—if you should hap
pen to feel like it,” lie said.
“Delighted to do you a good turn, of
course,” responded the actor.
“It's this way,” the agent explained.
“You are traveling about the country a
great deal and stopping at the best ho
tels. Now I want this champagne to
become known in order to create a de
mand for it. What I would like you
to do is to ask for my wine by name at
the hotels you go to, so that the hotel
men will get the idea that it is popular
in New York and send in their orders
for it. You won’t mind doing that for
me, will you?”
“ i '11 ask for it with pleasure, ’ ’ the
actor declared. ‘ ‘ But, good heavens
man!” he added, in sudden alarm.
“Suppose they should have it?”
JUST ASKING.
Bobby—“I say, dad—”
Dad—“What is it now? Can’t you let
.me have a minute’s peace?”
Bobby—“I only wanted to ask you if
,i near-sighted man could have a far
away look in his eyes.”—London
Sketch.
WM. D. OWENS,
Cashier Central Bank & Trust Corporation—A Live Wire in
the Banking Business.