the Transfer Company in full
Uniform, and a Senegambian with a Red Cap, who hunted up the Taxi.

After waiting many weary Years, Sylvester once more had a School Desk
of his own. It was in the far corner of a crowded Pit surrounded by
elevated Seats.

The Hon. Sylvester found himself entirely surrounded by victims of
involuntary Dumbness.

By referring to a printed List he ascertained that he was a member of
the Committee on Manual Training for the Alaskan Indians.

In his Boarding House he became acquainted with Department Clerks who
were well advanced in the technology of Base Ball.

After a few weeks, he was on chatting Terms with a Young Lady in charge
of a Cigar and News Counter.

As soon as the Paper was delivered every morning he could find out what
had happened in Congress the day before.

If confused by the Cares of State, he sought diversion by taking a
Visitor from Home to see the Washington Monument.

After three months, he met a National Committeeman with a Pull who
promised to secure him an introduction to the Speaker so that he could
maneuver around and get something into the Record before his time was
up.

In the meantime, he is heard to advantage on every Roll Call, and the
Traducers back in the District have not been able to lay a finger on
anything Crooked.

MORAL: There is always Room and Board at the Top.

THE NEW FABLE OF THE AERIAL PERFORMER, THE BUZZING BLONDINE, AND THE
DAUGHTER OF MR. JACKSON

Once upon a time a Lad with Cinnamon Hair and wide blue Eyes lived in
a half-portion Town.

He had received more than 2000 Tickets for answering "Here" at the
M. E. Sunday School.

His kinfolk hoped that some day he would be President of the Town Board.

Shortly after he learned to roll a safe game of Pool, the Governor
demised.

Robert, such being the full front name of the sole Heir, found that he
could not spread his Pinions in the narrow Streets of the lichen-
covered Hamlet.

So he blew. He went to find an Avenue that would accommodate seven
Zeppelin Air-Ships moving abreast at one time.

He closed out the Dry Goods Emporium with the Shirt-Waists and the
shameless Hosiery in the Windows.

An Apartment Building, with Packages delivered at the rear, soon began
to flaunt itself on the site of the old Manse.

With all the currency corralled by the late Store-Keeper padded into
his Norfolk Jacket, the gallus Offspring hurried to the Metrop to pick
the Primroses.

In a sh