"Tommy," said his mother reprovingly, "what did I say I'd do to you if I ever caught you stealing jam again?"
Tommy thoughtfully scratched his head with his sticky fingers.
"Why, that's funny, ma, that you should forget it, too. Hanged if I can remember." Smith is a young New York lawyer, clever in many ways, but very forgetful. He was recently sent to St. Louis to interview an important client in regard to a case then pending in the Missouri courts. Later the head of his firm received this telegram from St. Louis:
"Have forgotten name of client. Please wire at once."
This was the reply sent from New York:
"Client's name Jenkins. Your name Smith."
When time who steals our years away
Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem'ry of the past will stay