A STORY WITHOUT WORDS
The Case for the Defence.—Mother. Oh, Dicky, what terrible things you do keep in your pockets! Fancy, a dead crab!
Dicky. Well, mother, it wasn't dead when I put it there!
Happy Thought.—"Why, my boy, you've spelt window without an N! Don't you know the difference between a window and a widow?"
"Yes, sir. You can see through one—and—and—you can't see through the other, sir!"
The Young Idea Again.—(Scene—Fourth-standard room of an elementary school. Children reading.) Inspector (to the Teacher). What are they reading about?
Teacher. American Indians.
Inspector. I will ask them a few questions. (To children.) What is a Red Indian's wife called? (Many hands up). Tell me.
Scholar. A squaw, sir.
Inspector. What is a Red Indian's baby called? (Silence. At last a boy volunteers.) Well, my boy?
Boy. Please, sir, a squaker!
