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RESIGNATION. DRANK her health. Great guns! I drank it forty-seven times ; And though my rhymes Concerning it lack wealth Of rhetoric and figured speech, And poetry could never reach The volume of her health I drank, I must confess That more or less” My own health was impaired, and I, A sanitary martyr, cry, “ My head! Oh, oh, my head !* Still, as T said, 4 drank her health, Ww. Je LaMITON, THE MISCHIEVOUS CAT AND THE GLOBE. A SMALL FAVOR “Lady, could I hev a drink uv dis water?" —"Certainiy. There's the pump and there's the tumbler.” Wrany Witte (insinuatingly)—" L see, lady. Now ef you'll jes’ work de handle fer a moment.” HUNTING FOR A CLEW. +6] FIND,” said the analyt- ical chemist, “strong indications that death was caused by slow poison, Do you suspect anybody ?” “1 don't.” replied the detective, “I must find if the deceased had any Philadel- phia relatives who would be likely to profit by his death.”* A GOOD REASON. SS \JHAT name are you going to call your new donkey, Tommy? “ Maxwelton, papa.” “Why are you going to THE NATURE OF THINGS. call him Maxwelton 2” ‘The poorer an umbrella is the stouter it appears; and the richer the umbrella “Because Maxwelton’s the more you can see its ribs. WORK. WORK: "Tisnature’s grand specific For all ills that irk, Making life of good prolific. Work! Shun her wiles whose monsters lurk Horned and hippogriffic, Idleness, with vapid smirk. Work ! Goddess, with the smile pacific Beaming through the mirk, Lam yours, oh, beatific Work! JOHN GOADRY GREGORY, ENCOURAGING. AN INDIFFERENT marksman ought to be HE KNEW THE SEX. sure of a happy hereafter, for Fixst nurcLar—"' Lord, Bill! dis advertisement wouldn't fool nobody.” 5 RECA SRCOND RURGLAR—" Wot is it?” he is likely to miss fire in the next world, First nurciar—" Fifty dollars reward an’ no questions ast—signed by a woman,”