h a desire to fly. Having lived a staid and
respectable life that could not but find favor in the eyes of the gods, she
raised her voice in prayer.

Jove smiled a little, but granted her request.

On the instant a pair of broad, powerful wings were affixed to her
shoulders.

She was naturally a trifle nervous about trying them at first, but finally
mustered up her courage.

Away she swooped, and with a pardonable vanity took her course over a piece
of jungle where some old friends lived.

Precisely thirty-eight seconds later a convention of animals, all swearing
and trembling with fright, were trying to conceal themselves in the same
three-by-four hole in the ground.

The effect on the other animals disconcerted the good-natured hippopotamus
to such an extent that she lost control of herself and sailed through the
forest like an avalanche on a bender. Down went the trees and crack went
the branches, while horror-stricken beasts with bristling hair split the
welkin with their shrieks.

The hippopotamus made for home at her best speed. Arriving over the
familiar spot, she let go all holds and came down ker-splash in the mud,
knocking the astonished little hippopotamuses out into mid-stream.

"Oh, Jupiter! take 'em off!" she gasped. "I now see that the hippopotamus
was not intended to fly."

IMMORAL:

It takes more than nine bloomers to make a man.

[Illustration: The Ambitious Hippopotamus.]

The Man and the Serpent.

A man, who had lived a beautiful purple life, went to sleep under a tree in
the forest. Jove sent a huge serpent to destroy him. The man awakened as
the reptile drew near.

"What a horrid sight!" he said. "But let us be thankful that the
pink-and-green elephant and the feathered hippopotamus are not also in
evidence."

And he took a dose of bromide and commended himself again to sleep, while
the serpent withdrew in some confusion.

WHAT THIS PROVES TO A THINKING MIND:

Jove himself couldn't get a job as Sunday-School Superintendent on his
reputation.

[Illustration: The Man and the Serpent.]

The Appreciative Man.

A man stood in the archway of an ancient temple. He took in the wonderful
proportions and drank of the exquisite detail in an ecstasy of delight.

"Oh, great is art!" he cried in a frenzy. "Art is all! the only God!"

Just then an earthquake came mumbling along and jarred the whole country
loose.

As the man picked himself out of the jumbled-up ru