Quite in Order haven't seen him for three years. What has he been doing?"
"Taree years'
Liter 'A Lawanxsuine teacher recently asked her pupils to give her example. of a person "courting disaster."
After a lengthy silence, one boy suggested. "A chop going with an each other met in a pub, They exchanged frigid nods.
"How are you geting slong?" asked one presently.
well' replied the other. "SUN Keeping alive."
The first man eyed his rival steadily for a second and then asked casual —"What's your motive?"
Vulgarity Pustic librarians have become more and more concerned about the noisiness of persons using the general reading rooms, writes a correspondent of the Manchester "Guardian." The following notice is doubtless only fan attempt to introduce more quietness into those regions, but there is room for misunderstanding:
"Only Low Talk Allowed."
April 1 Twouen there Is little chance of harm in the practice of making "April fools," it can be carried too far. A gentleman a few years ago went the trouble of calling at the offices of daily paper and procuring a copy of April. 1st of the previous year. He was staying with a stockbroker friend, fand substituted the old paper for the one the paper-boy left in the morn-Ing. When his friend came to his breakfast-table he found the year-old paper by his plate, but did not notice the year, The first thing he usually did was to look at the Amterican prices. He did so now, and his wife saw him suddenly start, turn pale, and with difieulty rise' from ble. "My dear." he muttered, ruined!" Fortunately, she wa in the plot and, seeing the serious were taking, she "blew "There was a decided coolness between the two men for some time after!
To " Leg of Lamb towsy leg of lamb, thee I extol, For that on thee my seventh m meal In sequence I have made since frst fall The shining blade, My jubilance was cal When 1 beheld thee, juicy, crisp, and Fresh from the oven come.
But that was least Of all the praise of thee which I did own AAs still thou came to grace the nightly feast.
But as we enter on another week And still thou cornest, guised as this and that, The sight of thee doth make my praise grow weak And turn my song to minor, some-
As hash oF soup, when can I hope to see, lowly teg of lamb, the end of thee?
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.