Immediately a wild rush was made for safety, while the raging creature pounded after one lady who, unfortunately, had a red parasol. By great good fortune she nipped over the stile before it could reach her. Then, regaining her breath, she turned round.
"Oh, you ungrateful creature!" she exclaimed. "Here have I been a vegetarian all my life. There's gratitude for you!"
Miss PASSAY—"You have saved my life, young man. How can I repay you? How can I show my gratitude? Are you married?"
YOUNG MAN—"Yes; come and be a cook for us."
GREAT BRITAIN
One of the stories told by Mr. Spencer Leigh Hughes in his speech in the House of Commons one night tickled everybody. It is the story of the small boy who was watching the Speaker's procession as it wended its way through the lobby. First came the Speaker, and then the chaplain, and next the other officers.
"Who, father, is that gentleman?" said the small boy, pointing to the chaplain.
"That, my son," said the father, "is the chaplain of the House."