AT THE CAT SHOW.
Mrs. S. "What is the name of your cat?"
Mrs. W. "Claude."
Mrs. S. "Why do you call it Claude?"
Mrs. W. "Because it scratched me."
An old darky lived in the South who was a great barterer, and it was very hard to beat him on a trade. It seems he had sold a mule, guaranteeing him faultless. The purchaser shortly after came back in a great rage, and said,
"Look here, you rascal, that mule you sold me is blind in one eye; you assured me he had no faults."
"Dat's right, sah; dat mule habe no faults. If he am blind in one eye, dat am his misfortune, not his fault."
"I think I ought to stay home from school to-day," said Bobbie.
"Why so, Bobbie?" asked his father. "You aren't ill, are you?"
"No, poppy; but I dreamed I was in school answering questions all last night, and I think I've had enough for one day," said Bobbie.
"Do you know your letters, Jack?"
"No, sir; but the postman does, and he always tells. I don't need to know 'em."
"Have you tried the Round Table bicycle maps, Wilbur?" asked Wilbur's father.
"Yes, I have," said Wilbur; "but the trouble is, daddy, sometimes I get 'em upside down, and sort of have trouble finding my way home."