"Well," replied the boy, "I thought it was his telephone number,"—Suburban Life.
"How many of you boys," asked the Sunday-school superintendent, "can bring two other boys next Sunday?"
There was no response until a new recruit raised his hand hesitatingly.
"Well, William?"
"I can't bring two, but there's one little feller I can lick, and I'll do my damnedest to bring him."
SUPERSTITION
Superstition is a premature explanation overstaying its time.—George Iles.
SURPRISE
"Where are you goin', ma?" asked the youngest of five children.