And boasts of its efficient work,
When it has merely stopped the pay
Of some two-thousand-dollar clerk!
Little June's father had just returned from the store and was opening up some sheets of sticky fly-paper and placing it about the room. June watched a minute and then burst out with:
"Oh, papa, down at the corner grocery you can get the paper with the flies already caught. They have lots of it in the window."
"Well, Albert, I've been acting on your advice. I put a hundred dollars in the bank this month."
"Fine! It isn't so hard, is it?"
"No; I simply tore up all the bills."—Life.