ir him up afresh by slyly pulling his
hair, whereupon Cooley would wheel about and menace Jones with his
fist in a manner which betrayed utter indifference to the proprieties
of the place and the occasion, as well as the presence of the
congregation. When Cooley finally sank into a condition of repose, he
placed his head, most unfortunately, directly against the lump of
undried varnish, while he amused himself by reading the commandments
and the other scriptural texts upon the wall behind the pulpit.

In a few moments he attempted to move, but the varnish had mingled
with his hair, and it held him securely. After making one or two
desperate but ineffectual efforts to release himself, he became very
angry; and supposing that Jones's boy was holding him, he shouted:

"Leg go o' my hair! Leg go o' my hair, I tell you!"

The clergyman paused just as he was entering upon consideration of
"secondly," and the congregation looked around in amazement, in time
to perceive young Cooley, with his head against the back of the pew,
aiming dreadful blows over his shoulder with his fist at some unseen
person behind him. And with every thrust he exclaimed:

"I'll smash yer nose after church! I'll go for you, Bill Jones, when
I ketch you alone! Leg go o' my hair, I tell you, or I'll knock the
stuffin' out o' yer," etc, etc.

Meanwhile, Jones's boy sat up at the very end of his pew, far away
from Cooley, and looked as solemn as if the sermon had made a deep
impression upon him.

Max Adeler

[Illustration: Three White Boys Dressed in Sunday Best.]

[Illustration: Three Black Boys Dressed in Sunday Best.]

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Jack The Glutton

"Do look at those pigs, as they lay in the straw,"
Little Richard said to his papa;
"They keep eating longer than ever I saw,
What nasty fat gluttons they are!"

"I see they are feasting" his father replied,
"They eat a great deal I allow;
But let us remember, before we deride,
'Tis the nature, my dear, of a sow.

"But when a great boy, such as you, my dear Dick,
Does nothing but eat all day
And keeps sucking things till he makes himself sick,
What a glutton! indeed, we may say.

"When plumcake and sugar forever he picks,
And sweetmeats, and comfits, and figs;
Pray let him get rid of his own nasty tricks,
And then he may laugh at the pigs."

Tom the Dainty Boy

Never be dainty and throw