Mother. "What are you going to do with that ear of corn?"
Bobby. "I'm going to eat it, so's I'll be sure to hear you call to-morrow morning."
WILLIE I-WONT-PLAY.
Wilful Willie I-Wont-Play
Always wants to have his way;
With him it is I or me,
Whatsoe'er the sport may be—
Prisoner's Goal or Pull-away,—
Wilful Willie I-Wont-Play.
If another faster run,
Though the game be just begun,
Then he'll pout and sulk and scowl,
Gloomy as a day-caught owl,
Spoil the whole glad holiday,—
Wilful Willie I-Wont-Play.
Where's the boy would be like him,
Stout of arm and strong of limb,
Hearty as a sailor, yet
Ever in a selfish pet?
Shame upon his head, I say,
Wilful Willie I-Wont-Play!
Clinton Scollard.
Teacher. "Now, children, what is the first meal you eat every day?"
Great Chorus of Children. "Oat-meal."
Mamma. "My dear, you've been out to luncheon every day this week; can't you stay at home just for once?"