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HER EASTER BONNET. ND this is her Easter bonnet— “Not a scrap of trimming on it,” She says while showing, to prove her case, A wreath of flowers, a touch of lace, A knot of ribbon above her face ; Simple, but worn with subtle grace — Ah, fit subject for a sonnet Is my wife's new Easter bonnet ! This, pinned to her Easter bonnet, Is the bill to pay upon it— One wreath of buds, $8.27 ; Frame, $2 15: bows, $5.11; Lace, $6.19 —marked down from $7.” T'd like to know how under heaven, Were there a scrap of trimming on it, I'd pay for her Easter bonnet RUTH Watt. HOW HE FELT. The major (alter his war lecture) —"Yes, sir, when I stepped on the stage, I give you my word, I felt more frightened than if 1 had faced the enemy on the field of battle.” IWagson —“1 suppose you felt like turning your back on the whole * Guess this hole is deep enough. — AT LAST. Did you see me scratch that match then ?” IN STYLE. Mr. Jounson—" What am yo’ gwine ter name her, Mrs. "Rastus?” Mus. ‘Rastus—“ Trilby, ob co'se.”” A MEAN TRICK. ~—Bet he don’t notice nuthin’ is wrong—till— IN DOUBT. THE lady from Chicago Let fall a pearly tear. “1 wonder what man’s wife I'll be.” She softly sighed, * next year” NEEDLESS ANXIETY. "way back in the ‘thirties there lived in Broadalbin, Fulton county, New York, a shiftless, im- provident fellow whose only occupation was to loaf at the corner store and talk about nothing, hours at a time, with the other sitters. One day a topic of considerable excitement was passed around the circle, over a new state law, just passed, giving to a man ten she:p, a cow, and a team of horses, as exempt property for debt. This old fellow, who was indebted to everybody and owned not a dollar in the world, was in evident distress about the mat- ter, and finally burst out, “What the deuce am I to do about it when I don’t own these critters and nothing to buy ‘em with?” The poor man thought the law obliged him to own them. hae gits spilt,”