"Doan't tell me dat hell am away off yander," said an old darkey as he stood before the display window of the vegetable market where a dozen water-melons, the first of the season, reposed in unconscious temptation. "Dem millyuns cost a dollar apiece, an' I hain't got but thirty cents ter save me from the bad place. Go 'way, man! I tell you hell am right hyar, an' hebben only sebenty cents away!"
Caught on the Fly.
Of course, it is all right to aim high, but it's the fellow that never shoots at all that fails to bring down the game.
After all, the alleged failures of life are not of much importance. It is what one does with his failures that tells the story of his despair or hope.
When a man is always dressed and has his boots on ready for the journey, Opportunity comes along in her automobile and invites him to get in and ride with her.
June Time.
Pleasures fond are singing,
Love, for you and me,
And the moments bringing
Joys of land and sea!