her in a Sunday-school was much worried by the noise of
the pupils in the next room, At last, unable to bear it any longer, he
mounted a chair and looked over the partition. Seeing a boy a little
taller than the others talking a great deal, he leaned over, hoisted
him over the partition, and banged him into a chair in his room,
saying:

"Now be quiet."

A quarter of an hour later a smaller head appeared around the door and
a meek little voice said:

"Please, sir, you've got our teacher."

_Got Out of That, All Right_

"My dear," said a wife to her husband, "do you realize that you have
forgotten that this is my birthday ?"

"Yes, dearie, I did forget it," replied the husband. "Isn't it
natural that I should? There isn't really anything about you to
remind me that you are a day older than you were a year ago."

_He Simply Looked That Way_

The man in the smoker was boasting of his unerring ability to tell
from a man's looks exactly what city he came from. "You, for
example," he said to the man next to him, "you are from New Orleans?"
He was right.

"You, my friend," turning to the man on the other side of him, "I
should say you are from Chicago?" Again he was right.

The other two men got interested.

"And you are from Boston?" he asked the third man.

"That's right, too," said the New Englander.

"And you from Philadelphia, I should say?" to the last man.

"No, sir," answered the man with considerable warmth; "I've been sick
for three months: that's what makes me look that way!"

_What She Would Like_

A little girl stood in a city meat-market waiting for some one to
attend to her wants. Finally the proprietor was at liberty,
approached her and said benignantly, "Is there anything you would
like, little girl?"

"Oh, yes, sir, please: I want a diamond ring, and a seal-skin sacque,
a real foreign nobleman, and a pug dog, and a box at the opera, and,
oh, ever so many other things; but all Ma wants is ten cents' worth of
bologna."

_The Highest Price in the Store_

A rich American woman visited a Japanese art shop in Paris. It
happened to be a dull, dark afternoon. She looked at the bronzes,
jewels, drawings and other things, and finally, pointing toward a
dusky corner, she said to the polite young salesman: "How much is that
Japanese idol over there worth?"

The salesman bowed, and answered: "About five hundred thousand francs,
madam. It is the proprietor."

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