"Did the minister say anything comforting?" asked the neighbor of the widow recently bereaved.
"Indeed, he didn't," was the quick reply. "He said my husband was better off."
"What kind of hen lays the longest?"
"What kind?"
"A dead hen."
Cityman—Do they keep a servant girl?
Subbubs—O! certainly not. But as soon as one leaves they engage another.—Philadelphia Press.