ENOUGH FOR HIM.
The approach of St. Patrick's day reminds one of a little incident, laughable enough, that took place during last year's parade in New York. The gallant sons of Ireland had turned out resplendent in their green regalias, marching with proud step to the music of the band. Those on horses cantered along as best as the legs of their weak-spirited nags would permit. One jovial son had considerable trouble with his horse, which seemed possessed with the insane idea that he was the whole procession, much to the annoyance and at the same time amusement of the other paraders. At last the animal, during one of its erratic movements, caught a hoof in one of the stirrups. That settled it. With a look of infinite disgust the rider exclaimed,
"Faith, if yez are going to git up, me boy, thin it's toime for me to git down." And he thereupon dismounted.
EXPERIENCE.
"My daddy's awful good to me," said Jennie, "treats me just like I was his sister."
"Pulls your hair, does he?" asked Flossie, who has a brother.