GEOGRAPHY
Edgar, aged five, was driving from the station on his first visit to Maine. His mother, noticing a troubled look on his face as he looked about, said:
"What's the matter, dear? Don't you like the beautiful country?"
"Yes, mother, but on my map Maine is red!"
FATHER—"Now James, get ready. I'm going to hear your geography lesson. What have the various expeditions to the North Pole accomplished?"
JIMMY—"Nothin' 'cept to make the geography lessons harder."
The geography lesson was about to begin, and the subject of it was France.
Accordingly, the teacher started off with the question: "Now in this present terrible war, who is our principal ally?"
"France," came the answer from a chorus of voices.
"Quite right," said the teacher, beaming. "Now can any of you give me the name of a town in France?"
A small boy at the back of the class almost fell over in his eagerness to tell; "Somewhere," he said, breathlessly.