May 8—The country, was a natural hothouse this morning when I Went out to check up my list of Spring flowers... and to find that Nature inher usual efficient manner has forgotten nothing. All the Thistles, including the hand-'Some Chinese Thistle, which may well rival its Scottish cousin, is now in its first perfection Daisy Fleabane, Bugle-weed, all kinds of But croups, the Veiches, Star Chickweed, Jill-over-the-ground, Henbit, Wild Strawberries, Stork's-bil... and a score of others which T could hot even cheek up by a visit to the Kiaochow Tue Sunday school teacher had been telling the story of the prodigal son and explaining its meaning. He finished with the words, "And the son retuned, and the father was so glad that he killed the fatted calf in his honour and then asked if any member of the class could tell a similar story.
One small boy stood up and announced:
"My brother ran away from home, sir, and after a long time he returned, "Yes," encouraged the teacher. "And T fupease your father killed the fatted calf for "Not exactly," said the lad. "But, he halt killed the prodigal son." 5
Ample Warning met at a. dance."
Boruen: "Yes, dear, your father and 1 Ast Boy: "Oh, that's why he's always telling me to keep away from the dance halls, No Chance "Beront we married," she sighed, "you used Tong distance just to hear my voice."
retorted the husband, "now you won't, of me get far enough away to use long dis tance!"
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