1st Soldier (in the country)—“What are those things in the field over there?”
2nd Soldier—“Those are traps to catch moles.”
1st S.—“That’s just one of your larks again! Just as though the moles would be fools enough to go and get caught in that little spot of ground, when there are acres of fields all round.”
2nd S.—“Well, how is it that, when the town is so big and the cell at the police-station so small, you’re always in it?”
A Double Misfortune.
“Do you not think it a deeply significant fact, Henri,” said the poet to his friend, “that I was born on the same day on which Goethe died?”
Henri—“Both events are cruel misfortunes to literature.”
Mrs A.’s housemaid has come round with a message:—