THE SPREAD OF EDUCATION

"Come and 'ave a look, Marier. They've been and put a chick on a lidy's 'at, and they don't know 'ow to spell it!"

"WELL OUT OF IT"

Uncle. "And you love your enemies, Ethel?"

Ethel (promptly). "Yeth, uncle."

Uncle. "And who are your enemies, dear?"

Ethel (in an awful whisper). "The dev——"