TWO GLANCES FROM THE ELEVATED RAILROAD.
At first glance our hearts ached to see such a sweet little girl so terribly afflicted; but
a second glance revealed the real owner of the feet in the person of the fond papa, who was thus securing a few moments to read his paper.
A QUESTION.
Willie. "Don't the little Esquimau boys live on oil?"
Mamma. "Yes, Willie."