I make dot run, und call dot dog,
Und vistle awful kind;
Dot makes no different vot I say,
Dot dog don't look pehind.
Und pooty soon dot race vas end,
Dot dog vas lost his tail—
Dot lobster, I vas took him home,
Und cook him in dot pail.
Dot moral vas, I tole you 'boud,
Pefore vas neffer known—
Don't vant to find out too much tings
Dot vasn't ov your own.
HE LAUGHED LAST
ANONYMOUS
A young man was sitting in the Grand Central Depot the other day, holding a baby in his arms, when the child began to cry so lustily as to attract the attention of everyone around him. By and by a waiting passenger walked over to him with a smile of pity on his face and said:
"A woman gave you that baby to hold while she went to see about her baggage, didn't she?"
"Yes."
"Ha! ha! ha! I tumbled to the fact as soon as I saw you. You expect her back, I suppose?"
"Of course."