FLOWERS' NAMES.
Colt's Foot.
When the four Horses of the Sun
Were little leggy things,
When they could only jump and run
And hadn't grown their wings,
The Sun-God sent them out to play
In a field one July day.
Oh, the four Horses of the Sun
They galloped and they rolled,
They leapt into the air for fun
And felt so brave and bold;
And when they'd done their gallopings
They'd grown four splendid pairs of wings.
The Sun-God fetched them in again
To draw his car of gold;
But you can still see very plain
Where each one leapt and rolled;
For from each hoof-mark, every one,
There sprang a little golden sun,
And that same little golden flower
People call Colt's Foot to this hour.
"The stove will stand by itself anywhere. It omits neither smoke nor smell."—Provincial Paper.
We know that stove.
Lady. "Can you show me something suitable for a birthday present for a gentleman?"
Shopwalker. "Men's furnishing department on the next floor, Madam."
Lady. "Well, I don't know. The gift is for my husband."
Shopwalker. "Oh, pardon, Madam. Bargain counter in the basement."