. Lee Preston, a New York woman of
singular cleverness of mind and personal attraction. After the
acquaintance had ripened somewhat Mrs. Pankhurst ventured to say:

"I do hope, Mrs. Preston, that you are a suffragette."

"Oh, dear no!" replied Mrs. Preston; "you know, Mrs. Pankhurst, I am
happily married."

BILL--"Jake said he was going to break up the suffragette meeting the
other night. Were his plans carried out?"

DILL--"No, Jake was."--_Life_.

SLASHER--"Been in a fight?"

MASHER--"No. I tried to flirt with a pretty suffragette."--_Judge_.

"What sort of a ticket does your suffragette club favor?"

"Well," replied young Mrs. Torkins, "if we owned right up, I think most
of us would prefer matinee tickets."

_See also_ Woman suffrage.

SUICIDE

The Chinese Consul at San Francisco, at a recent dinner, discussed his
country's customs.

"There is one custom," said a young girl, "that I can't understand--and
that is the Chinese custom of committing suicide by eating gold-leaf. I
can't understand how gold-leaf can kill."

"The partaker, no doubt," smiled the Consul, "succumbs from a
consciousness of inward gilt."

SUMMER RESORTS

GABE--"What are you going back to that place for this summer? Why, last
year it was all mosquitoes and no fishing."

STEVE--"The owner tells me that he has crossed the mosquitoes with the
fish, and guarantees a bite every second."

"I suppose," said the city man, "there are some queer characters around
an old village like this."

"You'll find a good many," admitted the native, "when the hotels fill
up."

SUNDAY

Albert was a solemn-eyed, spiritual-looking child. "Nurse," he said one
day, leaving his blocks and laying his hand on her knee, "nurse, is this
God's day?"

"No, dear," said the nurse, "this is not Sunday; it is Thursday."

"I'm so sorry," he said, sadly, and went back to his blocks.

The next day and the next in his serious manner he asked the same
question, and the nurse tearfully said to the cook:

"That child is too good for this world."

On Sunday the question was repeated, and the nurse, with a sob in her
voice, said: "Yes, lambie, this is God's day."

"Then where is the funny paper?" he demanded.

TEACHER-"Good little boys do not skate on Sunday, Corky. Don't you think
that is very nice of them?"

CORKY--"Sure t'ing!"

TEACHER--"And why is it nice of them, Corky?"

CORKY--"Aw, it leaves more room on de ic