They are in hard straits everywhere. The more learned you are, the worse you’re off.
“Budapest Hungriest of Cities in all Europe.”—South Bend Tribune.
The headliner must have his little joke.
WE DON’T LIKE TO THINK OF IT!
[From the Cambridge Review.]
Think of the portrait that Rembrandt painted of his mother hanging in the living-room of his parents’ simple home.
Our blithesome contemporary, F. P. A., is not disturbed by the steel strike, as he uses a gold pen; and for a like reason our withers are unwrung. Eugene Field of fragrant memory used a steel [p 328] />]pen. A friend of ours was speaking of having dropped in on the poet just as he was fitting a new pen to the holder. “You can’t write anything new,” said Field, “unless you have a new pen.”
THE SECOND POST.
[Received by a mail order house.]
Dear Sir: The peeaney you shipped me sum time ago come duly recd. My, is we souposed to pay the frate charge onit. When we bot this peeanney you claimed to lie it down to me. I want you two send me quick as hell a receet for 2.29 for same. Besyds the kees on sum dont work a tall. Is them ivory finger boards. Are dealer here sed we got beet on this deel. Wer is the thing you seet on? Is it eeen that box on the platform at the depo? That luks two small for it. Yours truely, etc.
P. S.—Wen you rite tel me how two tune it.
Fireplace heating, says Dr. Evans, is the most wasteful. True. And the most agreeable. So many things that make life endurable in this vale of tears are wasteful.