"Well, Harry, I suppose you expect to be President of the United States some day."
"I'm afraid not," said Harry. "My party's all gone to pieces. Why, even I ain't in it any more."
VALENTINE BY PROXY.
In Ethel's palm the goat
The valentine would place,
But finding it so sweet,
He swallowed it with grace.
When little Ethel saw
Such rapture on him shine,
She murmured, "I will be
Ronaldo's Valentine."
And now Ronaldo's joy's
On every breeze afloat,
Since to her was his wish
Translated by the goat.
R. K. M.
ONE WAY TO MAKE A RECORD.
"I got fifteen valentines," said Jackey—"one from pa, one from ma, one from Jennie, and two from Mollie Perkins."
"Where did the other ten come from?"