Elderly Man (greeting former acquaintance)—"I remember your face perfectly, miss, but your name has escaped me."
The Young Woman—"I don't wonder. It escaped me three years ago. I am married now."
"These verses make no sense," said she;
"I can't tell what they mean."
"Good! they'll make dollars then," cried he,
"In any magazine."
The Barber—Did I ever shave you before?
The Victim—Yes, once.
The Barber—I don't remember your face.
The Victim—No; I suppose not. It's all healed up now.