“Boohoo! Boohoo!” wailed little Johnny.
“Why, what’s the matter, dear?” his mother asked comfortingly.
“Boohoo—er—p-picture fell on papa’s toes.”
“Well, dear, that’s too bad, but you mustn’t cry about it, you know.”
“I d-d-didn’t. I l-laughed. Boohoo! Boohoo!”
Two candidates for office in Missouri were stumping the northern part of the State. In one town their appearance was almost simultaneous. The candidate last arriving stopped at a house for a drink of water. To the little girl who answered his knock at the door he said—when she had given him the desired drink and he had offered her some candy in recompense:
“Did the man ahead of me give you anything?”
“Oh, yes,” replied the girl. “He gave me candy.”
“Ah!” exclaimed the candidate. “Here’s five cents for you. I don’t suppose that he gave you any money?”