"Now listen while I spell it," she continued; "m-a-n. What does that sound like?"
"I don't know," the youngster answered quite truthfully.
Still the teacher persisted. "What will they call you when you grow up?" said she.
Then, a light suddenly breaking over his face, the lad answered, "Why, pop."
A LOVE LETTER
A gentleman recently found the following letter in the chamber of his negro coachman who had lately been dismissed from service:
"DEAR MR. GOINGS:--Last night I dreamed that you and me was walking in a garden full of beautiful flowers, lilies, and roses, and pineys but you were the beautifullest of all, Mr. Goings. I would risk my life crossing the ocean on a spiderweb to kiss your sweet sugar lips. Mr. Goings, let me give you a hint of my love. Please send me a bottle of colone.
"From your lovingist,
"LILLIE LUCINDA."
COULD NOT BE EXCHANGED