"Goodness," exclaimed the nervous visitor "what vulgar little hoodlums those noisy boy are out there in the street!"
"I can't see them," said the hostess, "I'm rather near-sighted, you know."
"But surely you can hear how they're shouting and carrying on."
"Yes, but I can't tell whether they're my children or the neighbors."--Philadelphia Press.
FORTUNE.
A divinity of fools, a helper to the wise.
DEAD EASY.
Funnicus--It's a queer thing, but all the men employed at the cemetery are historical characters.