"You have not answered correctly. Who can answer that question in a correct manner?"
"Stockings," suggested another boy.
"No, no, no! That is not the way."
At this a boy in a back seat began to wave his hand eagerly. "Well, what have I on my feet, Johnnie?"
"Corns," replied John triumphantly.
THE UNPRONOUNCEABLE HYMN
An anecdote is narrated of a negro evangelist who held evening services in a chapel formerly used by the Anglican Church. In a hymnal, which had been left there, he found an old familiar hymn suitable for his sermon, but the Roman number CXIX somewhat confused him and he was not at once able to announce it.
As was the custom, he read the verses through, still showing signs of embarrassment and then reread the first stanza. This did not seem to aid him or the congregation, and at last he straightened himself and said with dignity, "Brethren, let us sing the Skeesix Hymn."
A PAINFUL DEATH
During a celebrated murder trial in New York City there were among the many interested spectators two men, between whom the following conversation occurred: