Lady.—"I have called, Mr. Squills to say that my darling Dog(!) has taken all his Mixture, but his Cough is no better."
Master Tom—"Have a Weed, Gran'pa?"
Gran'pa.—"A what! Sir?"
Master Tom.—"A Weed!—A Cigar, you know."
Gran'pa.—"Certainly not, Sir. I never smoked in my life."
Master Tom.—"Ah! then I wouldn't advise you to begin."
EFFECTS OF A STRIKE.
Upon the Capitalist. Upon the Workman.
Mr. ——.—"So, your Name is Charley, is it? Now, Charley doesn't know who I am?"
Sharp Little Boy.—"Oh yes! but I do, though."
Mr. ——.—"Well, who am I?"
Sharp Little Boy.—"Why, you're the Gentleman who kissed Sister Sophy in the Library, the other night, when you thought no one was there."
