LOST.
"Hi, mamma! come here!" cried Willie; "see this funny insect."
"That's what they call a sand-fiddler," said his mother.
"Poor little bug," said Willie, looking all around him. "I guess he's lost his fiddle."
HARD TO TAKE.
"Well, Tommie, I saw you go into the tin-type-man's place this morning."
"Yes; but I'd oughter known better. It didn't take. I don't ever get took. When I was waxinated it didn't take either."