A RECORD.
"How are you doing in your athletics, Wilbur?"
"Pretty good. Went a hundred yards in seven seconds yesterday."
"What?"
"Truth—honest. On my sled."
A SMALL BOY'S NOTION.
I'm mighty glad I'm not a girl,
With all their folderols!
Just think—they cannot help 'emselves—
They can't help liking dolls!