Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . t in the Rear. <t ¥S THERE a young lady by the name of Evans liv- * ing in this house? inquired the strange womanof the timid-appearing man at the front door. Yes, returned he, with a suddenly respectful andserious demeanor. She occupies the rear of this house,so youd best step round to the rear door and knockgently, maam. I did; but no one answered. Ah, then, didnt you notice a sign on the door in theshape of a neat placard? asked the man, in tones ofawe and admiration. Yes. The placard said, Out. Then shes out. Thats her s
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . t in the Rear. <t ¥S THERE a young lady by the name of Evans liv- * ing in this house? inquired the strange womanof the timid-appearing man at the front door. Yes, returned he, with a suddenly respectful andserious demeanor. She occupies the rear of this house,so youd best step round to the rear door and knockgently, maam. I did; but no one answered. Ah, then, didnt you notice a sign on the door in theshape of a neat placard? asked the man, in tones ofawe and admiration. Yes. The placard said, Out. Then shes out. Thats her sign, maam. Do you know when she will return? No; we never know that, maam. In fact, shecomes and goes whenever she takes the notion, andwants none to interfere with her doings or habits in anyway, shape, or manner, maam. Shes rather a mysterious and independent sort ofperson, I take it. Well, rather. You see, maam, shes our cook! A Problem in Division. Foreman— How many av yez are down thot hole? Laborers— Three. Foreman— The half av yez come up. HENaif/^. Rondeau. THE RUMOR ran, not long he had come to be my gossips shook their heads and talkedIf on a Sabbath out we walkedAnd through the parkways ambled slow. Propinquity, they said, you knew that if he heard hed though I at the gossips rumor ran. So now I sit alone, for noTobacco smoke I smell below;No creak of chair when forth he room is bare, the door is locked;Ive lost my rent, my moneys roomer ran I AURELIA D. HOWELLS. These Realistic Babes. XAfILLIE was decidedly realistic and so very fond of hearing Bible stories read aloud that, as soon as he could read, his aunty gave him a copy of the Bible written especially for children. Not long afterward he was heard howling in despair. Every one ran to see what had happened. They found him with his new Bible open. Willie, Willie, tell us what is the matter! M-M-Moses is dead! And God buried him! A-and n-no man k
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