PSYCHOLOGY
"Father," said the small boy, "what is psychology?"
"Psychology, my son, is a word of four syllables that you ring in to distract attention when the explaining gets difficult."
A small boy seated on the curb by a telephone-pole, with a tin can by his side, attracted the attention of an old gentleman who happened to be passing.
"Going fishing?" he inquired, good-naturedly.
"Nope," the youngster replied. "Take a peek in there."
An investigation showed the can to be partly filled with caterpillars of the tussock moth.
"What in the world are you doing with them?"
"They crawl up trees and eat off the leaves."
"So I understand."
"Well, I'm fooling a few of them."
"How?"
"Sending 'em up this telephone-pole."—Judge.