id Flora to her brother Bob: "Robert, dear, what do April showers
bring forth?"
Said Bob: "Umbrellas, of course!"

--"Don't you find the people around here very sociable?" asked
Cobwigger of a new neighbor.
"Yes, indeed, I do," was the hearty response. "Only a moment ago I met
a beggar, and he held out his hand to me."

--"Pa," said little Jimmie, "I was very near going to the head of my
class to-day."
"How is that, my son?"
"Why, a big word came all the way down to me, and if I could only have
spelled it, I should have gone clear up."

--Mamma (coaxingly): "Come, Bobby, take your medicine now, and then
jump into bed!"
Bobby: "I do not want to take my medicine, mamma."
Father (who knows how to govern children) "Robert, if you don't take
your medicine at once, you will be put to bed without taking it at
all."

--A little girl in Charles Street, Boston, has an old-fashioned doll
which has the following words worked in red silk letters on its
sawdust-stuffed body:

"Steal not this doll for fear of shame,
For here you see the owner's name.

"PRISCILLA ALDEN."

--A little grammar found in an old garret in Portsmouth, N.H., has an
illustration representing the difference between the active, passive
and neuter verbs. It is a picture of a father whipping his boy. The
father is active, the boy is passive, and the mother, sitting by
herself on a stool, looking on, but doing nothing, is neuter.

--"Here, Johnnie, what do you mean by taking Willie's cake away from
him? Didn't you have a piece for yourself?"
"Yes; but you told me I always ought to take my little brother's
part."

--Young physician (who has just lost a patient, to old physician):
"Would you advise an autopsy, doctor?"
Old physician: "No; I would advise an inquest."

--"Pause!" cries the sire unto the lad,
"Let judgment teach you sense."
"I will," he answers, "when I've had
Enough experience."

--Doctor: "Now, my little man, you take this medicine and I will give
you five cents."
Young America: "You take it yourself, and I will go you five cents
better."

--Mistaking the door, young Mr. Cipher walked into the dentist's
office instead of the doctor's.
"Doctor," he groaned, "I'm in bad shape. My head aches all the time,
and I can't do anything with it."
"Yes, yes," said Doctor Toothaker, cheerfully.