Little Anna was ill in bed, and could not be induced to take her pill. Her clever mamma hid it in a preserved pear and gave her that. After a while she asked: “Well, my darling, have you eaten your pear?”
“Oh, yes, mamma,” answered the little one, “all but the pit.”
An Ancient Fowl
Elsie (who, with her mamma, is dining off a very tough chicken at a railway station):—“Mamma, don’t you think this chicken must have been hatched from a hard boiled egg?”
A Classical Maid
Lady:—“Has the Baron not been here yet to-day?”
Maid:—“Everything has been here once,” says Lessing, “but—the Baron has not been here yet.”
From the Diary of a Singer
Monday:—“Aïda.” Starved with my lover in the prison cell.
Tuesday:—Sang “Gilda” in “Rigoletto.” Was murdered and dragged from the stage in a bag.