"He is gone."
A man with heavy boots walked on the carpet in the hall.
[A BRIDEGROOM.]
One hot afternoon a tramp printer entered the office of the Franklin (Ky.) Patriot. The regular corps of compositors were sufficient to do all necessary work, but the boys were lazy and wanted to go fishing, so the tramp was given temporary employment. When the boys returned next day they were surprised, and not a little ashamed, to see that the tramp had "set up" the entire paper—work which would have taken the entire force several days to perform. When the proof-sheets were brought in, they were found to be so clean that the editor of the Patriot sent for the tramp.
"What is your name?" the editor asked.
"Oscar Howell."
"Where are you from?"