fibre and whose pith
Will soon be Gumps by Sidney Smith,

And make to smile and eke _ha ha!_ go
The genial people of Chicago.

A tree whose grace, toward heaven rising,
Men macerate for advertising--

A tree that lifts her arms and laughs
To be made into paragraphs....

How enviable is that tree
That's growing pulp for B. L. T.

* * *

"Remake the World" is a large order--too large for statesmen. Two lovers
underneath the Bough may remake the world, remold it nearer to the
heart's desire--or come as near to it as possible; but not a gathering
of political graybeards. For better or worse the world is made; all we
can do is modify it here and there.

* * *

THE SECOND POST

[A Swedish lady seeks congenial employment.]

Madam: A few days ago I were happy enough to meet Mrs. J. Hansley and
she told me that you migh possible want to engauge a lady to work for
you. I am swede, in prime of like, in superb health, queite of habits,
and can handle a ordinary house. I can give references as to
characktar. If you want me would you kindly write and state wadges. Or
if you don't, would you do a stranger a favour and put me in thuch wit
any friend that want help. I hold a very good situation in a way, but I
am made to eat in the kitchen and made to feel in every way that I am a
inferior. I dont like that. I dont want a situation of that kind. They
are kind to me most sertainly in a way, but as I jused to be kind to my
favorite saddle horse. I dont want that kind of soft soap. Yours very
respecktfully, etc.

* * *

A WISCONSIN PARABLE.

[From the Fort Atkinson Union.]

A friend asks us why we keep on pounding La Follette. He says there is
no use pounding away at a man after he's dead. Maybe we are like the man
who was whaling a dead dog that had killed his sheep. "What are you
whaling that cur for?" said a neighbor. "There is no use in that; he's
dead." "Well," said the man, "I'll learn him, damn him, that there is
punishment after death."

* * *

Another way to impress upon the world the fact that you have lived in it
is to scratch matches on walls and woodwork. A banged door leaves no
record except in the ear processes of the persons sitting near the
door, whereas match scratches are creative work.

Lives of such men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Match-ma