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TOAST TO BROWN EYES. Where amber-darkened billows chase across the fields of rye With melody and laughter—even now and then a sigh— They hint of after pleasures, when the resurrected grain , Shall bubble in the spirit—and fill up the glass again! Oh, luscious dew of potent charm! thy color is thy crown, But thou canst never warm my heart like Theckla's eyes of brown, My Theckla’s eyes of haunting depths, so pensive and so true, ‘Were borrowed from the twilight where it browns the dis- tant view ; Enhallowed by the vespers’ sweetly reminiscent mood, Illumined with the shimmer of the midnight’s starry brood. Gavin PAYWE, AN IMPROPER POSITION. Spanish general (describing a battle in Cuba)— “Yes, we fired one volley and the Americans ran like tomcats.” Bystander—" And then 1 suppose you poured a pretty hot fire into their back: Spanish general—"No, Er—er—you see, the fact is that we were in front of them.” “Why, Molly! where did you get that beautiful ring?” “That's my engagementrring.” DO THEY? Do these sleepy pickaninnies want some— MIGHT HAVE GOT A HARLEM FLAT. ‘+ BUT why.” inquired the dissatisfied Spaniard, “didn't we occupy New York?” “Well.” replied the Spanish officer, “ we did intend to, but at the last moment we received information that—er—er—that the city was already occupied.” NEW NATIONAL HYMN. YOU know,” remarked Mrs, Darley, “I rather wish that the report would prove true that the United States is to buy Greenland ?” “Why?” asked her husband. “In that case ‘From Greenland’s icy mountains’ would become one of our national hymns.” “spe CONSERVATIVE CUSSEDNESS. Brxer (blocked by load of hay\—'* Hay, there! * Oh, I dunno ez I'm in enny hurry. pull out and let me by.” uy. : ngrily)—** You seemed in a hurry to let that other fellow’s carriage get past.” Fanmzn—" That's ‘cause his horse wus eatin’ my hay. "Thar hala't no danger of yew eatin’ i.” comicbooks.com