& Brothers, New York.
UNCLE SILAS'S ENCOUNTER WITH THE EVIL ONE.
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Jocko makes a bolt for the woods to escape a cruel master.
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Finds a nice box which is just the place to hide in;
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But soon discovers his mistake, to the delight of Uncle Silas, who finds
his trap sprung,
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And bags what he thinks a fine buck rabbit.
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Visions of a savory stew present themselves as he takes poor Jocko
homewards,
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Which are about to be realized, when Jocko
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Makes a second bolt for liberty,
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And so did Silas and Chloe.
CONSOLATION.
MAMIE (_crying_). "Oh, Tommie, my doll fell in the fire and got all
burnt up! The prettiest one I had, too!"
TOMMIE (_just in from school_). "Don't cry, Mamie. Philosophy says
matter can't be destroyed. Your doll is here yet, only it's not in the
same form."
PAINTED TO MATCH.
"Our library is a lovely room," said Robbie. "It's painted green."
"That's to match your papa, I guess," said Fred. "My papa says he's the
greenest man he knows."
A NEW BUSINESS.
"What does your daddy do for a living?" asked Benny, whose father is an
author.
"He's a stockbroker," said Johnny. "What's yours?"
"He's a pen-wiggler," said Benny.
MOLLIE'S APPEAL.
"I do wish you'd read to me, grandmamma," said Mollie. "I don't care
much for the stories, but your voice is sweeter'n merlasses."
A WISH.
I wish I lived in Topsytown,
Where things are always upside down;
I'd love it much, for then, you see,
Too much mince pie'd be good for me.
WALLIE'S JOKE.
"Just see that baby putting that little iron car in his mouth. What do
you suppose he thinks it is?" asked the visitor.
"Guess he's heard it's a chew-chew car," said Wallie.
THE TROUBLE.
"I hate a sore throat," said little Jack. "They're very nice to keep you
home from school, but they're horrid when you come to swallow buckwheat
cakes."
"Well, Jimmieboy, I see your papa has put you in a book."
"He tried to," returned Jimmieboy, "but I guess he didn't get me all in.
I'm too big."
AN EXPLANATION.
"I wonder why it is that most little boys don't want to go to bed when
the time comes?" said Mr. Simpkins.
"Guess it's because they don't know enough," said Willie. "Now I like to
go to bed b
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