BUSINESS IS BUSINESS
Eugene was a very mischievous little boy and his mother's patience was worn to the limit. She had spoken very nicely to him several times without effect. Finally she said:
"You are a perfect little heathen!"
"Do you mean it?" demanded Eugene.
"Indeed, I do," said the mother.
"Then, mother," said the boy, "why can't I keep that ten cents a week you gimme for the Sunday-school collection? I guess I'm as hard up as any of the rest of 'em."
THE BOOTBLACK'S GENEROSITY
When Paderewski was on his last visit to America he was in a Boston suburb, when he was approached by a bootblack who called:
"Shine?"
The great pianist looked down at the youth whose face was streaked with grime and said: