FATHERS
"Dad," said a Bartlesville, Okla., kid to his father the other night, "I want to go to the show tonight."
"A show at night is no place for a kid like you. You should be at home in bed."
"But I peddled bills and have two tickets," said the kid, as he began to sniffle.
"All right then," answered dad. "I will go with you to see that you don't get into trouble."
Johnnie Jones was doing penance in the corner. Presently he thought aloud pensively:
"I can't help it if I am not perfect," he sighed. "I have only heard of one perfect boy in my whole life."
"Who was that?" his father asked, thinking to point out a moral.