THE man who is wild on the subject of yachting is an ultra-marine.—Puck.
SPIRITS probably walk about for exorcise.—Life.
THE yellow dog contemplates with satisfaction the advance in the price of tin cans. It’s an ill wind that blows nobody good.—Life.
DO you ever bet on the races, stranger?” he asked, as the boat approached Bay Ridge.
“I used to, but it cost me too much money.”
“You are a business man, I suppose?”
“Yes, sir; I sell ‘tips.’ I can give you a sure ten-to-one winner, to-day—only twenty-five cents.”—Time.
REFLECTIONS OF A CAT.
THE nicest bed is a pan of rising bread.
The old maid is the cat’s good Samaritan.