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Rebuked—Small Girt (to her little brother) —Wh: yer enjoy yerself? Yer've seen two an’ a naccident, an’ been trod on b; f ‘ave ’ad treats like them if the Germans ‘ad won. Ungrateful little monkey London Tit-Bits, The Cause—Teddy hated to wash his face more than once a day. Just ently he liked to_use the hose le the flowers. Father had to trate with him for oversprin his flowers. “You'll make them wilt if you sprinkle them at any time except in the morning,” he told him, \ few days later mother was try- ing to persuade him to wash his face lunch. Then grandmother tried to © her influence. “Why, T always wash before lunch,” she told him. Teddy looked at grandma's and remembered the flowers. just see how wilted it is, Indianapolis News. Gave Daddy Away—Mr. Daniels, the minis! was being entertained at dinner. Little Ralph was allowed to be present. “Do you always say your prayers night, my little man?” asked the was the boy's prompt ‘and mother does, too. at's right. And your father says doesn’t he?" Ralph, “he don’t have any prayers. “Why, what’ do you mean?" asked the minister. “He don't have to,” fepbated the child, “because he ne gets home till it's broad daylight, a a then what “Conductenr? cstce que vous ollez 3 Saint. ig, Ahere pray aboot? oPtsburah elquefois, le dima’ spour y ductor, do you go to Saint-Laza ; A War Child es—Sundays—to see my girl.” Rire (Paris) : He Knew—“He: a message from your departed wife beg your pardon, madam, but it is not. “Why are you so pc “It hasn't a postscript. & Times-Ur Husband—“Heavens, An Unusual Reply—Fatun—I_ wish * you wouldn't talk while I’m shaving ‘ cut my ¢ Exasperating what a man!” “What's the trouble, my dear We quarreled again this morning. aid, ‘You poor fish, you ran around + me for three years before I'd _ Planning a Surprise ire Cravw- consent to marry you, d 1 rust love aur husband knees and prop letters over ag in the most 3 “And wh 1 Mrs. F.—Don't wort more—Pearson's Wec : ye while y Crabshare jing them . shall T never teach you f m sure to ht to throw h cr catch him in a lie uis Globe } ders?" —Sondage Democrat