IN MEMORIAM.
My broken soldiers, made of lead,
Are buried in the garden bed,
And lovely flowers o'er them play,
For this is Decoration day.
TOMMY'S PROGRESS.
Mamma. "You may open your school report, Tommy, and tell me how you have been doing this week."
Tommy. "Oh, here is the highest mark, mamma, a 1."
Mamma. "And what is that for, Tommy?"
Tommy. "Days absent, 1."