BY RAY CLARKE ROSE
Ofttimes when I put on my gloves,
I wonder if I'm sane.
For when I put the right one on,
The right seems to remain
To be put on—that is, 'tis left;
Yet if the left I don,
The other one is left, and then
I have the right one on.
But still I have the left on right;
The right one, though, is left
To go right on the left right hand
All right, if I am deft.
PARTINGTONIAN PATCHWORK
BY B.P. SHILLABER
VII
"Are you in favor of the prohibitive law, or the license law?" asked her opposite neighbor of the relict of P.P.; corporal of the "Bloody 'Leventh."
She carefully weighed the question, as though she were selling snuff, and answered,—
"Sometimes I think I am, and then again I think I am not."
Her neighbor was perplexed, and repeated the question, varying it a little.